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.

Salvation
The snow-flakes flurry slowly around your cardboard box. True winter’s cold wraps around your fingers like a snake crushing its prey. You had lived through a few winters in the alley you called home, the box providing little shelter from your frozen hell. Water trickles from your nose and freezes to your thick black moustache. You are thankful you are able to grow the thick bushy beard that hangs from your chin, keeping your face warm. You watch as the yellow cabs race noisily on the main street and dream of warmer days.
By Brett K Harlow5 years ago in Humans
7 Things You Didn't Know About Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day, is it a time for romance or just a way for companies to sell flowers and cards? Listen, we can't tell you if that special someone loves you or loves you not. This is just an article asking you to read it. It's the seven things you didn't know about Valentine's Day.
By Vishnu Aravindhan5 years ago in Humans
My Little Black Book
It all started with that little black notebook. I'd received it in the mail on my birthday. No sender was listed and the enclosed note simply read "Happy Birthday!" I flipped through the empty pages and wondered who sent it. The notebook itself was clearly high quality. It had an elastic closure and an attached bookmark with lined pages. Whoever sent it even personalized it with my name at the bottom. I didn't need a notebook though, so I tossed it on a shelf and planned to keep it there.
By Jude Liebermann5 years ago in Humans
LBB.
“Come on you pussy, hit me!”, she spat, her words like venom. She had nothing left to lose, and her world as she knew it was crumbling around her. He took a step towards her. She had struck a nerve, had she? He was positively seething. His dark, narrowed eyes were fixated on hers. This was the most emotion she had witnessed from him in a long time.
By J. K. Cook5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Once Upon a time in a very busy city lived a modestly sweet young woman known as Audrey. On a bustling street full of Character and charm, amongst unusual book shops, hipster cafes with thriving plants and eccentric art stores sat a kooky apothecary.
By Nicole Cooper5 years ago in Humans
Chin Chin
Prologue Every man has his proverbial little black book. The luckiest own a Moleskine. What he chooses to put in it matters only to him. That is until he misplaces his little black Moleskine.
By Patricia5 years ago in Humans
The Table
"You have no idea what you're asking." "Thirty thousand for both, or I take neither." The first book, the one the old man had originally offered, was enormous by any metric. A foot and a half by over two feet long with four full inches of deckle-edged paper between its red leather covers, it sat like a plump idol in the center of the kitchen table. There had been a design tooled into the cover once, something lovely and meaningful, but the same hands that had worn the silver clasp black with tarnish had smoothed it into obscurity.
By Vic Caida5 years ago in Humans
The Door in the floor
Though the house was old and need a lot of work, the rustic look was just what the young couple was looking for. Getting away form the city is what they needed, more specifically, what their marriage needed.
By Milynn Graves5 years ago in Humans
Oh little book
The book had arrived only a week ago and now a relative I never knew about was dead and I was $20000 richer. My logic is telling me that it can’t be the book yet my senses are screaming at me that it was the book.
By WrittenWritRalf5 years ago in Humans
Ember
Tears streamed down her face as she stood on the cliff edge, mixing as they ran down her cheeks with the rain that was falling in sheets across the vast expanse of steely grey. Sobs wracked her chest, the sound of them drowned by the waves crashing on the rocks below. Snot flowed from both nostrils and her hair was plastered to her forehead, but Meg didn’t care. Who was she trying to impress? The unfortunate dog walker who would find her once the storm had passed? The coroner performing her autopsy? It didn’t matter now. None of it mattered anymore, now that it was all about to be over.
By Anni Ueckermann5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
It's a fact that If you meet a man from Ireland and he tells you he was born in 1980, you have a 10 to 1 shot that his name is John Paul. There’s a club of John Pauls, a nod to the Pope and the weekend he spent touring Ireland in 1979, a time when half of Ireland whisked itself into a frenzy of Pope John Paul II adulation.
By Ellie5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
On the way to the bus, I stopped to smell the roses. There were many roses lined up and down the streets of Salem, Oregon. The euphoria from the wonderful smells lit up my nose and made my head dizzy. The smile I had on my face and the happy feelings I was having were leading to a crazy and manic state.
By Divine Wynter5 years ago in Humans