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.
Debt Worth
Debt Worth It started innocently enough, as I suppose all addictions do. Karen’s concern over her bills had caused her to start writing down her outstanding debts, the money she had on hand, her incoming wages and expected or even unexpected purchases. It was a haphazard personal balance sheet for herself that she updated regularly. These were written first on the backs of parking, or ATM or even grocery store receipts after moderate purchases, updating to the minute, her net worth. Periodic, ad hoc calculations kept in a bundle of receipts did not sate her for long. Soon, it became every day. Twice a day. Three times a day. She made a homemade “book” out of paper stapled down the middle and folded. To anyone else, it was a bramble of meaningless numbers. When her ex-boyfriend, Kevin, had given Karen the beautiful, slick, black bound Moleskine notebook, she was beyond thankful. It may have been the most thoughtful gift she had ever received. Kevin had seen her chaotic accounting system and gave her a way to make those notations gracefully, on lined, sturdy pages, with a place at the top to put the date and time. When he gave her the book, he jokingly had labeled it the “captain’s log” as an homage to their mutual love of the kitsch “Star Trek” series of the 1960s. Although Captain Kirk was the one who made notations in the “captain’s log” each week, Karen was much more the logical, restrained, precise, less emotional Mr. Spock, drafting her updated net worth any time she made a significant transaction. Her thoughts, concerns, anxieties and even dreams were reduced to numbers on a page.
By Thom Tyler5 years ago in Humans
Prophet C
Book of Prophet C You don’t know what you don’t know but you know what you know. There isn’t a way to explain it any better. That hunch, your gut feeling, you just know; all are viable expressions for it. Most every one of us share this strange phenomenon at one point or another in our personal lives. Just as sure as sure can be there are other peculiarities that are commonly acknowledged by those open-minded souls such as you who are reading this.
By Barry Irvine5 years ago in Humans
Stranger WORDS
The subway exhales as cars whizz past the platform. The tracks squeal and groan, protesting the relentless jostling and never-ending exchange of lustless bodies; like an unhappy digestive system preparing to purge itself of poison. The souls burdened by the responsibilities of their flesh, pay one another the same regard as inanimate objects.
By Emma Bradley-Island5 years ago in Humans
Them Girls
As Brittany left her therapist's office with a whole lot of nothing but soggy tissues and mascara-stained cheeks, she walked past a stationary store. Something caught her eye, a little black book. In today's counseling session, her doctor suggested a journal to write down her feelings each night so they would get out of her head, and onto paper, possibly allowing her to sleep for the first time in months.
By Brittany Kolba5 years ago in Humans
Cursed
Do you believe in curses? I didn’t use to, but that was before we found the money. And the body. It was so hot that day, the kind of heat that makes you irritable. Someone that has never been to Florida in August might not understand, but for three unsupervised boys, the heat was only going to lead to trouble. Clayton lived one street over and he was an asshole. I didn’t normally hang out with him but it was summer and my usual crew was on vacation. I wished I was on vacation somewhere cold, like Alaska. Mark lived across the street from me and I considered him a friend sometimes. He was chubby and a total nerd, but a nice kid. I drifted towards him when there was no one better around. I guess I’m an asshole too, but he was the responsible sort of kid my parents wanted me to hang out with. What teenager wants that? Looking back on it though, it’s surprising that he was the one that opened the gates of hell.
By Aubrey K Reel5 years ago in Humans
Now I See
Legend has it you don't choose the book, the book chooses you", the pretty tour guide stated as she caressed the Perspex case containing the black manuscript. Her manicured nails tapped the box slightly as she scanned the tourists faces and noticed their attention waning. "Seek its mysteries if you dare" she concluded, turning to continue the tour. Liam inspected the contents of the case; his interest piqued. Julietta had woven a tale of intrigue and mystery around the innocuous historical volume. He stroked the Perspex with his finger, subconsciously expecting a physical reaction fitting an object from the realm of the supernatural. Liam chuckled as he shook his head as if to rid himself of the superstitious nonsense that had alighted upon him. Quickly he made his way to join his companions.
By Lynette Banks5 years ago in Humans
