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.
The New Bitter
She caught my attention. Mirroring my moves like we were synchronised. She sits there, so carefree and confident with a smile that can’t help but bring herself attention. From where I am, she is recognisable but so far from my seat. I have great eyesight and I can see her, but something is pulling me towards knowing her.
By Louise Turner5 years ago in Humans
Coastal Stranger
Telling you this, I am a much older woman now than I was. I have lost my dark chocolate hair, and the young spark in my hazel eyes, and I have lost a dream that I had once had at my fingertips. I know we all wonder whether the face of a loved one fades to nothing once they’re gone, but yours never did. Twenty years have passed and only my youth has slipped away.
By Hope Hausman5 years ago in Humans
The Choice
Felix had walked the path from the grain mill home every day after work for forty-years, since his fourteenth birthday. After his dad died, he walked it alone. He preferred the dirt road and bird song to the exhaust smoke and human chatter over on the main street. Surrounded by trees and sunshine, it was easier to forget he didn’t have a car. Or a wife to drive around with. Or somewhere interesting to go.
By Mary Beesley5 years ago in Humans
Confederate Gold
The young couple had just purchased the old house in Winchester, Virginia and were overwhelmed by the restoration process. The house looked like it would collapse if they removed one nail from the wall, but they continued the work, it was a labor of love. As Amanda and her husband Mike pulled the old pine mantle away from the deteriorating fireplace, a small black book fell to the floor. Amanda read the last entry which was dated July of 1865. "I, Edward Tidball, owner of the house "Linden" declare that I and James Semple did indeed take the gold of the Confederate Treasury. With this fortune, I built this home, but I have left the rest of this gold to the one who now reads this passage. Fair well, and maybe this treasure will absolve me in the eyes of those who fought for the lost cause. The following page has the location as four bags are buried on the property." Amanda looked at Mike, the page with the location was gone...it had dissolved into dust over time.
By Mike Robinson5 years ago in Humans
"I Won"
I won. Vocal recently held a short story contest with a $20,000 grand prize and I won. I’m as shocked as anyone. I remember seeing the ad a little over a month ago and being intrigued by it, not only because of the hefty prize attached (which I began to fantasize about immediately), but by the prompt as well: the story had to involve someone who came into a large sum of money, and a mysterious black book, but the rest was essentially left up for interpretation. I liked the black book– my mind was already going many different directions with it.
By John Serritella5 years ago in Humans
Of Course, I think It Is A Load Of Old Bull.
I am not a natural cynic. I was one of those kids that believed in Santa for longer than they should of; I can get lost for hours on Youtube looking into niche conspiracy theories and I would always describe myself as spiritual – although not necessarily religious. But horoscopes have never been my thing.
By Ross MacKay5 years ago in Humans
Obsession
Has it been weeks since your tender fingers graced my skin? Months? Maybe…it has been years. I cannot tell; time has no concept in this soft, black dungeon that keeps me warm and dry and hidden. Sometimes, I wish for light, wish for that brightness to whisk away the sadness that the dark seems to feed on. Other times, I fall prey to that black ink of night, finding comfort in the compartment that has been my center since my time had begun.
By Terri McGee5 years ago in Humans
The Old White Mansion
Driving down the country road, I stopped when I noticed the weather beaten crooked For Sale sign. It was unbelievable. The old white house stood empty. It's wrap around porch yearning for children to play on it. Or even just someone to sit in an old rocking chair relaxing. The large turrets with the blank windows staring back at me. It was For Sale now. I had had my eyes on it for years. Dialing the number quickly I waited for a few minutes before someone finally answered. A cheerful voice on the other end replied Granich Reality , this is Stephanie, how may I help you ? Yes, I spoke My name is Jessica Whitdale. I am sitting here outside the house on Apricot Road. I was wandering if it would be possible to see it today? As I waited for her to answer I could hear someone else mumbling in the background. Finally after a few seconds of silence she spoke. Miss Whitdale I would be happy to show you the house. I can be there in about fifteen minutes. Great I replied saying goodbye and hanging up. Clouds danced in the horizon as I sat in the car waiting. Pulling out little black book out of my bag I began writing. I always had it with me for times like this. Just in case a story idea popped in my head. Lost in thought I must of filled a few pages when a car horn honked behind me making me jump. Closing my little black book I placed it in my bag. Climbing out of my SUV I just shut the door as she came up behind me. Miss Whitdale I presume, Stephanie replied sticking out her hand. Shaking her hand I smiled back at her. This is a beautiful old house, with alot of history, she told me as she fumbled with the cluttered keychain attempting to find the right key. Something did not seem right. Are you alright, Stephanie? You seem a bit nervous. I am fine, she mumbled laughing a bit. It's just been a busy day. Shall we head inside. Nodding my head I followed her up the creaking steps, to the double glass stained doors. My heart pounded with excitement. An old porch swing rocked back and forth in the gentle breeze.
By Denise shaw5 years ago in Humans
A reflection on not saying goodbye
I admit I could have cherished you more before last November. I did my best with the time I thought I had. I guess I did have. You taught me lessons in your profound silence. We all see how your ripple kept us together like glue. I do not regret who I was but I can safely say I am fucking full of sorrow I cant physically show you who I am becoming and where I am going. You were there for me in some dark times. You never judged me at least never out loud. You just witnessed my storms and shared the laughter I let surface. You were there before the crucible. You were playful and that allowed me to be a bit more like myself when I always felt I had to be a rock. A shut in of emotions. You were relentless in who you were and how you lived. I respect your life time. I hope you feel the shrine I make for you in my soul.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Humans
Crown
Page 184 Money. What was it about money that allured him so? If only he found a rational way of earning it. Was it the flashing lights, the expedience in the air, the taboo… which now drove a young Kyle Harrison, out from his school, down the street, and into the local bistro… the pokies.
By Bradley Marshall5 years ago in Humans
