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.
Spiritual Age
Her name was Age. Age is the Norse word for Ancestor, the young women had a striking almost eerie, resemblance to that of her Great Grandmother. Age possesses a timeless, innocent beauty. Her eyes which seem to reflect the ancient past, are the color of multifaceted, sapphires. Her skin shimmers of golden teak from the Florida Keys sun. Like a modern-day gypsy, her long amber tresses flow dreamily in the wind, untamed and without apology. Her spirit did not fit well within society, or traditional jobs deemed suitable for young women in the 21st century.
By Shawna Savage 5 years ago in Humans
Quit Monkeyin’ Around and Run For The Hills
I observe my surroundings from my cage with my warm hands clamping the frigid metal fence and my eyes passing from person to person. My attention was held by the final tent that had been mounted into the ground by the tired, angry workmen. It now stood 33 feet into the glum, cloudy sky.
By Dream Silas5 years ago in Humans
A Generational Curse
After my mother’s passing, I learned that she left me three things: $20,000, our family home, and a small locked safe with a key. I’m grateful for the things I was given, but I’ll leave this safe as a personal relic for her & her eternal soul.
By Janae Galbearth5 years ago in Humans
The Ravine
We walk forward every day of our lives. Sometimes we must take a step or two back to figure out how to keep going. But what if one day you suddenly leap way ahead? You no longer understand where you are in life. Taking that step back to understand becomes impossible because that leap took you over a ravine. That was how it felt when the bank informed me of the large sum that was entered into my account.
By Van Geheim5 years ago in Humans
Please, Jolie
Everyday I would see him at work, he just casually dressed. Slacks and a simple button Yes up shirt over a plain white under shirt so he didn't have to expose his bare skin through the material of his shirt. Black loafers in the style of a boat shoe. The shoes seemed to be pretty pricey Sperry's but hey, look are deceiving. But, he was always well dressed so I wouldn't be surprised if it were something pricey and almost astronomically out of my price range for what I call, a "budget". He was attractive, fair skin with memorizing blue eyes. He was taller than me but still lacked in height compared to other males, still he had an almost perfect psychic. He was older in age, I could tell by his maturity and how he carried himself, on the other hand I am particularly young so his age in comparison to mine is simply comparing apples to oranges. His hair was golden and long, he kept it slicked back and into a tight and almost majestic ponytail that stopped just above his tale bone. His smile was subtle and he was shy. That also was attractive. It was illusive. He acted like I didn't exist around everyone else, but I could see the soft suggestions he was making towards me. The body language and the incentive of lust and passion. Of course, this was a work place and any form of relationships between co-workers a simply forbidden by company policy. Why would anyone risk their entire life, health and welfare for the endeavors of temptation? I continue to work and stop dabbling in the thoughts of his presence and how curiosity strikes me.
By Guiseppe Casey5 years ago in Humans
Trench
I guess you never really know how it feels to feel small if you’ve never felt big. I’ve felt like Trench my whole life, nothing to compare to it. Yeah, I was born Shane McCarthy, but I was given the nickname Trench when I was nine and baby Shane may as well have not existed. He didn’t have much to him. Didn’t feel much. Didn’t do much. He was a baby; they don’t do they. Lazy fuckers.
By Olivia Anastasiou5 years ago in Humans
Hello
Hello. It's a word you hear all the time. When you see someone new or when you meet up with a friend. When you smile at someone and when you say hello to them. Hello is a common word, something you expect to hear, but sometimes, the way it's said, can be quite unexpected. From time to time, hello can imply so much and yet so little. Sometimes, the person doesn't want to say hello or they're just too eager. Occasionally, hello can be the last thing you hear before you die. Or, it can be the last thing you hear before they die.
By Emilie Turner5 years ago in Humans
The Little Things
“What are you going to order?” I flipped through the menu, trying to squelch the feeling of discontentment stirring in the pit of my stomach. “Just a sandwich, I think.” Gingerly I retrieved the spoon from the sugar bowl where Sam had left it, sugar crystals clinging to it. I stirred my coffee slowly, not wanting to meet Sam’s eyes. I shouldn’t have been feeling this way a week before the wedding.
By Kate Hewitt5 years ago in Humans
