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.
Semicolon savior
Was he dead or alive? This thought kept circling through my head as I pulled on my cowboy boots and turned the song on the radio up. “Dry your tears dear girl, put on my boots and hat...” the song was speaking to me and all I could do to keep my composure was to listen and breath. I grabbed his patchwork fedora hat, tilted it off the side of my head, took a quick glance in the mirror and headed for the door.
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Humans
Keeping one’s goals in mind
It was an Autumn Melbourne evening when Sarah curled up in bed for the first night in her new home, a one-bedroom apartment alongside the Peninsula. She could not help but feel a sense of relief, a sense of ease. She realised this was not a moment that would come along too frequently. Really, how often does someone buy a home? How often does someone receive a lump sum of $20,000 in inheritance? These were only some of the thoughts going through Sarah’s comforted mind.
By Karen Makarucha5 years ago in Humans
All the little things
It’s the little things that add up to big things. My first relationship as an adult started with a little smile, followed by a little conversation. Seven years of little encounters later we found ourselves engaged and grappling with not so little problems. After our engagement, I moved to the small island in the Caribbean where we both grew up to help take care of his elderly grandparents while he pursued a Master’s degree. Two months after my relocation, his grandmother was placed in a hospice and shortly after his grandfather died. My fiancé began to unravel by drinking a little at first, followed by, a little gambling, a little partying, and consuming a little drugs.
By Heiddy Rocha5 years ago in Humans
Stormy Micheals
Stormy wore tiredness on her face, like the sagging skin on a turtle. She was tired, tired of prison, tired of going, tired of going back, tired of hustlers, grifters, bad girls, gangsters, tweakers, junkies, butch bull dykes, testosterone-filled prison guards, and really tired of her own shit. She had been here this time for nine hundred twelve days, six hours and fifteen minutes. At the Nevada State Penitentiary Camp for women the last six months with a parole date of 1 month out, she was just trying to keep her head down and her mouth shut. God knows she had caused enough damage in her life with her mouth. Like a Fox News host, she just spouts out shit she has no idea about and usually offends someone and ends up in a fight. It is just easier to not say anything, cause like a snare in the forest for a hare, she can snap at a second's notice. It’s like walking around with a string of hand grenades strapped to her belt with all the pins pulled out half-way. Everywhere she goes, things could explode without notice or warning, any unsuspecting human can get blown up along the way, and Stormy isn’t sure why all the bodies are left in her wake but is convinced somehow it isn’t really her fault. She’s not stupid though and has begun to see a pattern that seems to involve her in every stupid thing and bad luck scenario she’s been in.
By Tony Blankenship5 years ago in Humans
Take Flight Kiwi pt.1
Zach relaxed in the shade of the pohutukawa tree, a masterpiece of nature. It was February and soon the crimson blossoms of the New Zealand Christmas tree would wither and fall. Zach had been coming to this spot for the past few mornings, to unwind and listen to the bird song. Clouds were forming rapidly and the wind was growing stronger, it was Zach’s favorite time of day, but he had laid here long enough, it was time to leave. He reluctantly stood, and turned to the sound of sudden footsteps. It was his friend John, who lived in a cabin on the east side of the lake.
By Geoffrey Ganda5 years ago in Humans
Lost and Found
I did it! Patricia Watts, DDS at your service. I am a recent grad from dentistry school. I am a fifth-generation Dentist on my paternal side. So, I guess you can call my family "The teeth people." Our family motto is, "Smile when you're happy, smile when you're sad. If God gave you teeth, you should be glad". Today is indeed a happy day for me. I heard the magic words, "Congratulations, you're hired," from Ms. Tucker, the Smiley Dentistry hiring manager. Those words were music to my ears; however, starting a new job can be both exciting and frustrating at the same time.
By Shanell Pritchett5 years ago in Humans
Half of a Treasure Map
Jenna almost threw the letter away, thinking it was junk mail. It wasn't mailed, merely taped to her door. Something stopped her as she ripped open the envelope and pulled out the folded pieces of paper. One was a letter and the other was a ripped map.
By Jude Liebermann5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
The sun peeked its rays through the vertical blinds on Rose’s waking face as she opened her eyes to a view of memories that were forgotten during her sleep. The scent in the pillow, the comfort of the worn out blanket that kept her warm that night were all signs of her mother who was viciously murdered. Her heart hurt with each beat while her tears fell endlessly in what felt like an abyss of turmoil. Why would anyone want to hurt her, she thought to herself over and over again knowing she’d never get an answer since the case went cold, left unsolved. Rose knew there had to be more to the story, her mother wasn’t the type of woman to get mixed up with anything that would result in her death. At least she didn’t think so.
By Carla Alexander5 years ago in Humans
