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.

Chains of the Brothel: Part 6 The Withering Light
Padma’s life had always been a fragile flame, trembling against storms too cruel for her tender years. She was born beneath shadows that should never touch a child, robbed of innocence before she even understood what innocence meant. That cursed night—when predators trampled her body and soul—became the invisible chain she would carry forever.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 8 No More Fear
Shadows in the Old House The Old House had grown darker with each passing night. Its walls carried whispers of people the world had abandoned—voices swallowed into silence. Yet within that suffocating silence, Anita remained. Her presence glowed like a faint but unyielding flame.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
The Child Who Cried “Allah” Outside the Green Dome
The child stood trembling before the grand mosque, his small hands clutching the word “Allah” crafted in glowing calligraphy. Tears rolled freely down his cheeks, his lips quivering as he whispered prayers only he and his Creator could understand. Behind him rose the magnificent Green Dome of Madinah, a symbol of peace, mercy, and eternal love. Yet in his heart, there was a storm—an ache too vast for such a young soul to carry.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Humans
🌟 The Girl Who Found Tomorrow🌟
Maya counted the books again. Not because they needed counting, but because the silence of the shop pressed too heavily on her chest. The old bookstore had become her cage, though it didn’t look like one. The shelves stood tall like watchful guardians, the air thick with the scent of paper and dust.
By Hikmat6 months ago in Humans
Are Toilets Built for Toddlers Now?
Sit on a public toilet today and you might swear someone swapped it with a daycare chair. Most non-ADA bowls perch only 14 to 15 inches off the floor—barely above preschool height. If your joints are mint-condition, fine. But add arthritis, bad knees, a hip replacement, or just plain mileage, and every sit-to-stand becomes a micro-battle.
By Dr. Mozelle Martin6 months ago in Humans
Echoes in the Rain
A grey day, followed by a dark night. There was no sunshine here. It was like the sun forgot to extend its rays to this damp place. It was aways gloomy and unwelcoming. Nobody smiled and said "hey."
By Elizabeth Woods6 months ago in Humans
Love Letters to a Stranger
The first thing Emily noticed about her new apartment was the creaking floor. Every step echoed faintly, as if the wood remembered all the lives that had passed through before her. She had moved in with little more than a suitcase and a box of books, determined to start over after a breakup that had left her heart heavy and her trust fractured.
By arsalan ahmad6 months ago in Humans
When the World Fell Silent, I Found My Voice
Excerpt (Short Intro): For years, I carried a silence that no one else could hear. Behind every smile was a storm I never let escape. This is the story of the night everything changed—the night I learned that speaking up can save a life, even your own.
By Roohullah Roohani 6 months ago in Humans
From Chaos to Peace: My Journey to Islam
The Beginning: The Noise Within I wasn’t born Muslim. I was born into a world where noise was everywhere—noise from society, from people around me, and most painfully, from within myself.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Humans
How I Fell in Love with “The Ordinary ”Sky”—That I’ll Never See Again.
The sky. The sky is a canvas of ever-changing hues, a constant presence that often goes unnoticed. However, for one fleeting period, a particular sky transformed from an ordinary backdrop into something profoundly cherished. It became a celestial masterpiece, I knew, with a pang of bittersweet finality, I would never witness in quite the same way again. The result is the story of how an ordinary sky became extraordinary and the enduring impact of that ephemeral beauty.
By vijay sam6 months ago in Humans
The Diaries of Eva.... AI-Generated.
Eva was a young Nigerian student, the first daughter in a family of six, growing up in the bustling city of Enugu. Being the eldest daughter came with both pride and pressure. She was the one her younger siblings looked up to, the one her parents leaned on, and the one who carried dreams larger than the world around her.
By Yakubu Grace Oyiza6 months ago in Humans
The Global Migration Paradox: Youth Run to Cities, Elders Return to Villages
|By Marc Reflects, August 2025 Is life absurd as the King Salomon in the Bible once talked about it? I find myself returning to that thought as I watch the strange patterns of movement I see currently all around the world. Everywhere I look, there seems to be a tug-of-war between cities and the countryside. Young people leave their villages and small towns for the bright lights of the city, hoping to find jobs, education, and a life bigger than what their home communities can offer. And at the same time, I see older people often retirees leaving those same cities in search of fresh air, quiet streets, and a slower rhythm of life.
By Marc Reflects 6 months ago in Humans