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.

Borrowed
Mathew sat and waited for the bus that would take him to work. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, the early morning dew made the air smell like spring and the wind was calm but steady. As he sat; he read his favorite column, in his favorite newspaper, on his favorite bench, at the same time he always did. Mathew always did enjoy his routines. The column was written by a man he knew in grade school and it always made him feel accomplished, as though he somehow had something to do with his success. Though the truth is he played no significant role. Mathew was in fact a very insignificant person and had been his whole life. Not very popular, not very handsome or interesting and had very little ambition. He worked in a mailroom and made just enough to get by. In fact the only thing unique about Mathew was that he had a very good memory, especially when it came to numbers.
By Ty Elder5 years ago in Humans
In Lavender
He could still smell her perfume. It was unforgettable. Wherever she went, plumes of lavender hung in the air like ethereal blankets hung out to dry. As he crossed the room, it clung to his face, invaded his nostrils and pummelled the senses behind his eyes.
By Suzsi Mandeville5 years ago in Humans
Borrowed
Mathew sat and waited for the bus that would take him to work. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, the early morning dew made the air smell like spring and the wind was calm but steady. As he sat; he read his favorite column, in his favorite newspaper, on his favorite bench, at the same time he always did. Mathew always did enjoy his routines. The column was written by a man he knew in grade school and it always made him feel accomplished, as though he somehow had something to do with his success. Though the truth is he played no significant role. Mathew was in fact a very insignificant person and had been his whole life. Not very popular, not very handsome or interesting and had very little ambition. He worked in a mailroom and made just enough to get by. In fact the only thing unique about Mathew was that he had a very good memory, especially when it came to numbers.
By Ty Elder5 years ago in Humans
The Train Whistle
The Train Whistle The Dodge Dart sputters and slows, warning me it’s time to pull over. There is no shoulder on this isolated mountain pass, so I maneuver onto the grass and around a few scraggly trees, paying careful attention not to drive off into a deep ravine. The car rolls to a stop just as the needle on the gas gage drops past the E. I shift into park and turn off the headlights before I take a deep breath and relax against the back of the seat. I’ve done it. I have successfully executed part one of my escape. Part two happens the moment I leave the safety of the car and venture into the dark forest lining the side of this dirt road.
By Denise Parton5 years ago in Humans
Children of The Night
You wander into the throne room with the eyes of only the King's guards locked on the back of your head. Each man is sword-armed, ready to lay down their life. A ray of sunlight shines through the windows of the castle, casting a spotlight on the King's throne — your throne — after you’ve satisfied your arranged union and secured a Catholic alliance against Protestant England. The alliance benefits Scotland as they are in dire need of troops after the Battle of Pinkie. You do not wish to ascend the throne and be condemned to inevitable death. The crown will make you a target to new and existing adversaries. You don’t care for politics and tire of being reminded that marrying for love is a foolish notion. Despite your feelings, you have no choice in the matter. You are the last of the Vannier line and your mother, Queen Clarice de Poitiers would rather see her head on a spike than have Francis II of Valois claim his rule over France should you neglect your duties.
By Keira Brown5 years ago in Humans
The Chance of a Lifetime
Walking casually down Olive Street, Carl savors the last of his sweet tea from lunch as he rounds the corner of the Bank & Trust building, where a light breeze caresses his face. This is a good day! He's off for the next three days and plans to connect with friends up state. As he passes a pay phone, it begins to ring. Startled, he stares at it as if it were a weird monster about to spring upon him! Glancing around, no one is rushing to answer it, so he relaxes and walks on, even as his thoughts shift to wonder, 'should he answer it?' It can’t possibly be for him, all of his friends and family call his cell phone, beside how would anyone know when he might possibly walk past this phone? Who, uses pay phones in this day and age?
By Merrie Jackson5 years ago in Humans
Justin Bieber Wakes Up in the South of France to Find He Has Painted Vincent Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”
It is a hot summer morning and Justin Bieber is waking up. This is something he does every morning, but most mornings he is not in France and it is not the year 1889 when he does it. “Boom” Justin Bieber says. He is not aware that he is in France. He is thinking about his former dog Todd, who was born with a limp. Justin Bieber reaches for his phone. He needs to make a note about Todd. The limp. He needs to write in his Notes app “I have been dreaming about Todd again.” His therapist, Julian, will appreciate this. Keeping notes is part of “the work” Justin Bieber has been doing. With Julian. On himself. “The most important work of all” he whispers.
By Kate Sinclair5 years ago in Humans
The Small Black Notebook
"Miss! Wait, Miss! You dropped your small black notebook! Wait!" There were throngs of people all around me as I screamed and crouched down to pick up this mysterious small black notebook that appeared to have fallen out of a woman's bag. I got up and tried running after her but since I didn't completely get a good look at her, I lost her in the crowded streets of New York City. Naturally, I wanted to get it back to her so I opened it up to see if there was a name inside of it. Well, there wasn't exactly a name that said "this notebook belongs to" but there was quite a bit in it.
By Mia Lynn5 years ago in Humans
New start
"Okay my map app is saying i'm almost there!" Brittany grunted to herself while making a right turn at the intersection. She began to slow her silver Ford Taurus down as she glanced out the window, attempting to focus on the address numbers on the buildings.
By Jimmi Twotimes5 years ago in Humans
The End of a Perfect Day
End of a Perfect Day. I glanced down at my watch and hoped she wouldn’t see. I’d timed it right; she was looking into the far distance and struggling to come to terms with the horizon. There was only eight minutes left before my shift was supposed to be over. Back at the station, I had been getting ready to go home, packing my stuff in my handbag, thinking about dinner… then the call had come in and I had come here.
By Suzsi Mandeville5 years ago in Humans
The Stranger
He sat in the diner, people watching. It's what he liked doing the most. The grin of the old guy in the booth by himself waiting, as he did every day, for the waitress to offer to top up his coffee. The young couple with the infant in the pram, each taking their turn to hastily inhale a pastry or a mouthful of coffee before their child wakes up demanding attention. He watches as the waitress carefully peeks into the pram and whispers something to the couple who both smile and thank her for no doubt a kind word, unsolicited and heartfelt. He liked her. She seemed genuine. The bell rings for another order to be brought to another customer and she scuttles off to fetch the next meal for the seemingly endless needy customers. Today was different, it was mid-week and there seemed to be fewer people in the diner, the same pattern seemed to echo across all the diners he'd sat in.
By Karl W Mason5 years ago in Humans
All blue, everything
He reached for a pack of Marlboro's that he just bought that same morning, and pulled out what seemed to be the last cigarette still left in there. "The last one is always the sweetest..." he mumbled to himself as he finally lit it up, brought it closer to his lips and inhaled deeply. With the smoke slowly making it's way into his bloodstream, he felt himself sinking into the soft cushions of the old blue armchair. His head fell backwards as the smoke finally left his lungs, and for a moment it seemed like his body didn't contain a single bone in it.
By Letters from Her5 years ago in Humans