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 Last Letter
The rain drummed against the windows of the old bookshop as Elena sorted through another box of estate donations. Thunder rolled overhead, and she pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders. Working alone in *Chapters & Verse* after closing time had become her refuge—a place where she could lose herself among stories that belonged to other people, other lives that seemed infinitely more interesting than her own.
By noor ul amin7 months ago in Humans
The Mirror's Truth
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, avoiding her own eyes. The woman looking back at her seemed like a stranger—shoulders slumped, dark circles under tired eyes, wearing the same wrinkled clothes she'd thrown on three days ago. At twenty-eight, she felt ancient, trapped in a life that had somehow become a series of disappointments strung together by Netflix binges and takeout containers.
By noor ul amin7 months ago in Humans
Why Do I Feel We’ll Cross Paths Again Someday?. Top Story - August 2025.
It’s odd, these feelings I’ve been having more and more these days regarding you and me. By all logic, I shouldn’t really be having them. Like so many things, the last time we met was well over a year ago. Not only that, but we ended on bad terms. And by “bad terms,” I mean that neither of us have wanted anything to do with each other for a good, long period of time — if ever.
By Snarky Lisa7 months ago in Humans
I Didn't Know I Was Lost Until I Found Myself Again
Disintegration never happened to me. Not one of those dramatic steps. Not one of those stormy nights on the bathroom floor.
By Sana ullah7 months ago in Humans
Who am I?. AI-Generated.
“Who am I?” The words escape my lips in a whisper as I jolt awake, my heart racing, the darkness wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. I blink, trying to shake off the fog that clings to my mind, but the room is a stranger. The shadows dance along the walls, and I feel a tight knot of confusion in my stomach. Where am I?
By Ikhsan Nasir7 months ago in Humans
The Rise of Slow Living: How Scandinavia Is Teaching Europe to Breathe Again.
In a world that never stops buzzing, scrolling, and rushing, there’s a quiet revolution happening—and it’s coming from the north. Scandinavia, often admired for its clean design, stunning landscapes, and enviable quality of life, is now inspiring a lifestyle shift that the rest of Europe is starting to embrace: slow living.
By Kaitesi Abigail7 months ago in Humans
My Mother Taught Me How to Disappear
My Mother Taught Me How to Disappear My mother didn’t sit me down to tell me how to disappear. She showed me in pieces.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Humans
Mastering My Mind: A Journey from Overthinking to Inner Freedom . AI-Generated.
I utilized to think overthinking was my superpower. I seem arrange each detail—what I’d say in gatherings, how my companions might respond to my messages, indeed how I ought to react to an e-mail six months down the street. In college it felt like an resource, confirmation that I cared. But by my late twenties, my intellect had gotten to be a persistent treadmill of worry.
By Dz Bhai7 months ago in Humans
Alone in a Connected World: Mental Health in the Digital Age. AI-Generated.
In a world of likes, comments, and 24/7 connection, why are we more anxious, lonely, and mentally drained than ever before? This story dives into the emotional toll of digital life and what we can do to reclaim our minds in an age that never stops scrolling.
By Fareed khan7 months ago in Humans
10 Unspoken Needs Women Secretly Crave in Relationships
She smiles. She laughs. She says she’s okay. But deep down? She’s not always saying everything. In relationships, many women hold back. Not because they don’t trust their partners. But because they worry they’ll sound “too much,” “too sensitive,” or just flat-out “needy.” They’ve been taught to tough it out and keep it cool. But inside, Emotional needs are simmering quietly.
By Milan Milic7 months ago in Humans
“The Man at the Bus Stop”
“The Man at the Bus Stop” I was running late. Again. It was one of those mornings where everything goes wrong. My alarm didn’t go off, the water was cold, I spilled tea on my shirt, and of course, I missed my usual bus.
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Humans
The Day My Silence Broke Me
I’ve always been the quiet one. The observer in a noisy world, the listener in a sea of voices. People often mistook my silence for peace. They didn’t know silence could be a prison.
By Saeed ullah7 months ago in Humans