fact or fiction

Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores relationship myths and truths to get your head out of the clouds and back into romantic reality.

Fluorescent lighting and a dirty cement floor
I work as a file clerk in a the basement of a government building. There are millions of files containing pension information for anyone who has ever worked in the city. Every person has an electronic record but we are obligated to store paper copies as well. Why? No one knows. But they pay me to do it, and here I am, three weeks into a job that I needed desperately, threat of eviction looming via red text slipped under my apartment door.
By R Sirohi5 years ago in Humans
Doc Brock & The Black Book
My fists are tied, kid. The officer shut the door and marched back up the stairs. He sat there perplexed, wondering if he could have done anything to prevent this moment. He flashed back to the events from the previous night. Then, to the day that he first signed the lease. Something was not adding up!
By Justin McWilson5 years ago in Humans
If You Still Love Me
Prologue It was 2 AM and she wandered down the same internet hole that she always did. She started with a general search of his name, with or without his birth year. The usual results came up, a few mugshots and pay-for-information sites. She had given up on looking at more than the first page of results. They had long disconnected on social media but she still checked if his profile photo changed. His girlfriend was always next with the same search strategy.
By M Slater5 years ago in Humans
Through the Eyes of the Subjugated
As per usual I was there; in that godforsaken bar just like any other morning. Wasting away like most other Nocturnal Dipsomaniacs that frequented the place did. The clock read 3:14 A.M, but all I knew was the sun was nowhere in the sky and I’d only been awake for a couple of hours. My attention lied fixated on the ceiling fan that had one loose screw that made it vigorously shake above the other occupants; I’d like to think I was always watching out of fear, just in case. But maybe I was hoping; Hoping that one of these days it would just give, under all that strenuous motion.
By Robert wren 5 years ago in Humans
A Sketchy Tale
"I used to be an artist myself, you know." I raise my head to the sight of an old lady standing in front of me. She is smiling and holding loosely on the subway pole with one hand while grasping on the strap of her small shoulder bag with the other. I immediately close my notebook with my mechanical pencil between the pages, and stand up to offer her my seat.
By Cindy Shaw Yie5 years ago in Humans
Brielle and Little Black Book
Brielle and Little Black Book With no memory of her past, Brielle works at her little makeup salon downtown with a bodyguard she has no memory of ever hiring, but little does she know she is in for the ride of her life. The bodyguard's name is Michael. He is on strict orders to make sure that Brielle comes in contact with nobody from her past. However, Briella has no memory of ever hiring this bodyguard. She is reluctant and asks him to please leave and stop bothering her and her customers. The situation escalates to where Brielle threatens to call the cops if he does not go. Brielle does not know that the bodyguard can control mines and give people temporary memories.
By Lad bader5 years ago in Humans
Found and Lost
June 15 2010 Just listening to the ringing through the phone was hard. It was one of those things that he thought would push him over the edge, although there were many of those. “Suicide Hotline” the voice on the other end said, bursting through the line, Ron wasn’t really expecting anyone to answer; it was one of those times where it was going to be just two more rings and I’m hanging up. After all no one could really help now, or could they? His voice shook as he slowly said “I have nothing left to go on for” The voice responded as reassuringly as possible, “That can’t be true.” She said. “I am more than sure you have a lot going for you. I am here to help you figure that out… Who am I speaking with?” Ron hesitated for a moment deciding if he wanted to give his real name, then decided it doesn’t matter. “Ron” He said. “We’ll Ron, I’m in this with you for the long haul if you want me to be. My name is Rita. What’s going on Ron?” “Oh forget it, this is a waste of time” Ron yelled and threw his phone across the room from where he was sitting in his small one bedroom apartment. It narrowly missed a lamp on an end table and bounced off the back of the couch landing on the seat.
By Steve Fierce5 years ago in Humans
The Adventures at Vocal
The moderation team on Vocal stays up late at night, drinking coffee so they don’t fall asleep. They review every single story submission. Some of them read the entire story, and a few secretly skim the pages if they lose interest. Some of the stories they read are horrible. Some are ok and kind of good, and there are a few that are just fantastic, and have everything they are looking for. Originality, remembrance, flawless delivery, great quality, and only a few grammar mistakes. The last winner won $20,000 and this new challenge will gain $5,000. Sometimes if the moderation team doesn’t like a story, but knows they have to finish reading it, they will hand the story over to another team member. Some will even trick others into reading the story they didn’t like, but luckily most of them just put their big girl panties on and read them no matter how cheesy or bad they are. The motivation being “Only a few more days” or “Remember, you get paid for this”. They put their favorites stacked in a pile, which they then pass on to the Curation team. Most of them think, but don’t dare say “Great, we have to stay up late and read all these stories, even the crummy ones, and they get to only read the good ones we choose. Lucky them.” Finally, when the submission date closes, the moderation team can relax and have a beer, at least until a few more days when they have to start reviewing their next challenge submissions. Once the stories are passed on to the Curation team, the Curation team works hard brainstorming and comparing the stories, trying to find the best of the best stories. They read the top picks, and carefully score to determine the winners. They’re a huge team, but the main judges in this story are Chris, David, Nicole, Lisa, and Robert. Chris is the funny one, though he sometimes slacks he’s great at his job. David is the flirtatious, womanizer, but when he’s working, you would never know. Nicole is sweet and down to earth. Lisa is the strict, serious one, the one you don’t want to mess with and Robert. Well… He’s Robert. It starts off as any normal day. There are only 8 days left until the submissions close, and everyone’s running around like a chicken with their head cut off, trying to find the top possible winners. There’s not much time left, and all was going well until 2 of the moderation team members weren’t responding to their phone calls and emails. The Curation team was frustrated because that slowed down business for them. The next day 2 more moderation team members weren’t answering or replying to them. The Curation team thought it was weird, and were getting worried not only for their workers but for their business because there were still so many stories that needed to be read. Then 4 days later, 5 people from the moderation team weren’t responding to their calls. This couldn’t be a coincidence. The Curation team knew something was up and tried multiple times to contact them, but they weren’t having luck. What were they going to do? There are only 3 days left until final submissions and they were losing their workers. They started getting phone calls from their moderation team worker’s spouses, and family saying that they were missing. The police eventually got involved. They were now investigating Vocal. So not only did they have to deal with the pressure of the contest, they had to work with the police breathing down their necks. Nicole retrieved the stories from the missing moderation team members. She was afraid and worried about why they were disappearing, but when you’re in a business, you don’t have the luxury to waste time. Nicole split the stack of papers with her friends, Chris, David, Lisa, and Robert. Nicole spent 1 hour writing in her little black Moleskine notebook, and spent about 5 hours reading the submitted stories, when she came across an unusual story called “Kein Ausweg.” This story stood out for some reason. She flipped open the pages and began reading. The next day, Nicole wasn’t answering her phone calls. The Curation team was worried, especially with the other disappearances going on, so as a precaution they all went to Nicole’s office. Like suspected she wasn’t there, nothing was there except a story. This drew Chris’s eye. He picked it up and flipped open the pages. He had a weird feeling. “Hey, guys this looks pretty good,” Chris said.
By C.M.5 years ago in Humans
Second Thoughts
On the day Allan intended to kill himself, twenty-thousand dollars mysteriously appeared in his checking account. This irritated him, as he’d just spent the past three weeks deliberately squandering all his money on booze, drugs, and hookers, for the specific purpose of emptying his bank before he died. Having money was a reason to live, and he was tired of having reasons to live. The debauchery was meant to be his final ‘fuck it’.
By Rafael S.5 years ago in Humans
The Polydactyl
The Polydactyl ‘My father named me Autolycus; who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles’
By Hayden Moore5 years ago in Humans
The Secret Behind Mr.Lancaster
It was the first day of spring, on Saturday, I was lying in bed and I looked through my open window to see bright red and blue sirens flashing at the entrance of my neighborhood. I watched the ambulance and different patrol vehicles drive up to my neighbors’ dark, empty house.
By Kaitlyn Morgan5 years ago in Humans
The little black book
I sat there at the lawyer’s office with my hands clenched together and my legs shaking, I wanted it to stop, I didn't want to be nervous, but I couldn’t, I was a nervous wreck since yesterday when the lawyer called me and said he was opening my mother’s will, I didn’t know she left a will because as much I remember she was penniless, she died 10 years ago when I was 12 years old, I stayed with my mother’s friend until I was 18 years old and put myself through college, and right now I am up to my neck with student loans, so imagine how excited I was when I got the call.
By Sam5 years ago in Humans