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.

The Forest That Remembered
Some memories never fade, even in the silence of trees. A cool mist hung over the forest as Liora stepped onto the winding path. She had always felt a pull toward this place, a whisper in the wind that reminded her of stories her grandmother had told. “The forest remembers,” her grandmother would say, rocking slowly in her chair, eyes glimmering with something unspoken. “Every secret, every sorrow, every joy—it never forgets.”
By Jack Nod6 months ago in Humans
Alone but Unbroken: A Village Boy’s Journey to the City
Life in a village is a beauty only those who have lived it can truly understand. Waking up to the gentle voice of your mother, finding comfort in your father’s calm presence, sharing laughter and mischief with siblings, and falling asleep under the quiet of the night—it is simple, yet complete.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
New Roads, Broken Dreams, and a Second Chance
When Dreams Break The first dream had already shattered. On my way to Islamabad, I carried with me a heart full of hope — visions of scholarships, white coats, and the proud smiles of my family. But the moment I arrived, the truth hit me harder than I could bear. The scholarship that had drawn me from my quiet village life turned out to be a scam. Sweet promises became bitter lies.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
Dreams, Deception, and Determination
A Village Boy with Big Dreams The village I grew up in was simple, slow, and full of laughter. Days rose with the sun and nights melted into family jokes, stories, and shared meals. I was just another boy from this village, but I carried a dream heavier than the summer sun: one day, I would become a doctor and make my family proud — my parents, my siblings, and the whole village.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
The Train Ride That Changed Everything
It was a regular Tuesday morning, and I boarded the 7:15 train with the same exhaustion I carried every day. The air smelled faintly of coffee and damp jackets, people’s eyes glued to glowing phone screens, their lives locked into silence. Nothing about that morning suggested that I would walk off the train as someone different.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Humans
Under the Nets, Beyond the Scoreboard
The First Step Into Something New There’s a first time for everything, and sometimes it comes with nerves, laughter, and memories that stay long after the moment is gone. For me, Shehzad, and my friends — Bilal, Irfan, Umar, and Khalil — that “first time” was stepping into a closed cricket ground, the kind wrapped entirely in nets, where boundaries aren’t measured by distance but by the sound of a ball smacking against mesh.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
When Midnight Turned Into a Memory
Some nights stay with you forever. Not because of what you bought, where you went, or how much you spent — but because of the people you chose to share them with.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
Relationship Isn't a Job: Reclaim Joy in Your Partnership
Occasionally, a relationship can start to feel like another item on your to-do list. You may experience a persistent drive to ensure success, akin to a daily obligation that must be fulfilled. This feeling of obligation, the never-ending effort, and the absence of simple joy can really weigh you down. Remember that early excitement, the easy laughs, and the natural flow of a new connection? It often feels far removed from where things are now.
By vijay sam6 months ago in Humans
Two Roads, One City: The Choices That Save Us — or Break Us
Johanson laced up her sneakers just as the first light spilled through her window. The city was waking up — car horns, the smell of bread from a nearby bakery, a neighbor watering his plants. She smiled, tightened her ponytail, and stepped out.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
He Carried a Wrench, Not a Childhood
Part 1: The Weight of a Silent Dream In a forgotten Pakistani village between dry farmland and interior Pakistan's feudal territories, a boy named Ikram lived with hopes bigger than his shoulders. He was not quite 12, but his face was already skilled at holding down hurt. He had worn through his slippers, his father's extra-large shirt over his own size, and eyes that would beg anybody to show clemency without words.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
Big Toys, Small Joys: A Walk Through the Past
It was a regular Tuesday morning when Claire wrapped her scarf, slipped on her coat, and stepped into the crisp hush of early autumn. The city hummed its usual tune — cyclists rattling past, café spoons clinking against cups, children skipping with juice boxes in hand.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
I’m Not a Gift, but I Want a Gift
The screen washed her face in blue light. Marta scrolled through profiles like trading cards: the awkward ones—swipe left; the loudmouths with barroom grins—swipe left; the “I like sunsets and the sea” types—swipe left.
By Halina Piekarska (UltraBeauty Blog)6 months ago in Humans