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.
How do I tell my best friend that I'm in love with him?
I have been in love since my childhood. I used to watch movies and read books and dream about falling in love like the characters did. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that I am one of those people now who would not be able to live without someone in their lives. It might seem a bit silly of me to think about this type of thing at such an early age.
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Humans
A Night at the Reno
I remember the day I saw him for the first time. He wasn’t much to look at, but there was a rough beauty that wafted from his cat like grace, from the broad arrow shape of his shoulders. Skin was weathered from the sun, darkened from exposure and long days outside. Even from across the dimly lit room, I could see muscles flexing from his thighs and arms, a firmness to the slim peak of stomach that rose when he flipped off the television. A dark colored Stetson was on his head, shielding his eyes. He was wearing some thick, industrial boots normally meant for trekking through the thick brush of Montana woods, scuffed and bleached from usage. He was beautiful, so beautiful. Like a masculine nymph created from the rough grains of Persephone. Does my admiration make me Hades? He was leaning against a wall near the back door, watching both the tv and the exits.
By Jennisea Redfield4 years ago in Humans
Ever After Found
Another night, another bowl of popcorn. Wrapped up in my fluffy brown blanket with my mind turned toward the tv I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the nighttime drama. It was the fifth night in a row that I was too exhausted and unmotivated to get any real work done today. It was spring break and in the world of education that means RELAX and I was definitely taking advantage of it. Even though it is spring break I can’t shake this feeling that my relaxation is more than me just taking a break but I don’t understand why I feel that way.
By Chloe Jenkins4 years ago in Humans
Homewrecker. Top Story - April 2022.
“No, she isn’t my daughter,” he corrects a colleague. “She’s my wife.” On cue, I beam at my husband, innocent and doe-eyed—like I did in my 20’s when he was in his 40’s. His friend invariably elbows him, making comments about cradle robbing and spring chickens. We laugh. I say something clever in reply. His companion looks surprised.
By Deidra Lovegren4 years ago in Humans
just retribution
#Story and a lesson just retribution Thirty years ago I was an arrogant girl and a modern wife raising the slogans of women's liberation And she sees marriage as just a social procedure that does not entail any duties, and God willed that I stay with my husband’s mother so that my husband provides me with a separate housing 🏠 with the specifications I want.. And the years I lived with my mother-in-law were the worst years of that patient lady, and unfortunately I was the secret of this badness, for I gave my ear👂🏼 to the advice of friends to show her the red eye😡 from the beginning, so I decided to confine my mother-in-law to her room And master her house 🏠 and treat her like a heavy guest! I put her clothes in the last laundry, She comes out dirtier than she was, and I clean her room once a month, and I don't care to prepare her special food🍱 that suits her illness, She was like a tall mountain, smiling at me with pity, and spending the day inside her room praying and reading the Qur’an She does not leave her except for ablution or taking the tray of food that I put for her on the table in the hall. And knock on the door sharply to get out and take it! My husband was busy with his work; Therefore, he did not notice anything and she did not complain to him, but she would answer him when he asked her about her condition with me with praise. She raises her hands to the sky calling me guidance and happiness. I did not exert myself much in explaining her patience and not complaining about me to my husband, but the pride of victory blinded me from seeing the truth 👀 until the disease became severe for her. She felt that the deadline was near, and she called me and said to me while I was standing in front of her fidgeting: I did not want to repay you with the same kind of abuse, in order to preserve the stability of my son's house and in the hope that your situation would be rectified. And I intended to hear you my supplication for guidance for you, so that you might reconsider yourself in vain. Therefore, I advise you - as a mother - to abstain from your cruelty, at least in my last days. Perhaps I can forgive you. She said her words and fell into a coma of death, she did not see the tears that flooded my face, and she did not feel my kisses that fell on her kind face. She died before I showed her the other side and atone for my sins towards her. She died and my husband thinks I served her with my own eyes. My son grew up and got married and was unable to provide a private house, so I invited him to live with me in my spacious house in which I live alone after the death of his father. He responded and his wife managed the wheel of time. So she treated me as I used to treat my mother-in-law before, so I did not get bored, because this is the just retribution and hasty punishment, but I spared patience to help me insist on praying that God would forgive me and suffice me from the evil of the hell of the hereafter, meeting the hell of the world in which I live with my son’s wife. And it makes me bear my chest boiling with a question I can't answer, Did my late mother-in-law forgive me, or did she comment this permission on changing my treatment of her? 🔘 This is a change that God did not allow me to do. The world has a law called rotation... It will come back to you, whether good or bad. It is better to do what you want to return to you. 📝 Advice, treat well, the world is not a decision house 📝
By Alissar Abboud4 years ago in Humans
Fragile Life
The crunching sound of her ribs beneath my stacked hands is jarring as I forcefully press down on her chest. The feeling of her bones breaking is unnerving, as if to remind me how fragile life is. I hear a small whisper in the back of my mind that seems to recall my training and assures me "this is supposed to happen."
By Brandon Phifer4 years ago in Humans
I love my future bustdown Rolex!
You all can thank Russia for my inability to get my Rolex watch. I cannot stand mother Russia, Ungrateful Russians are to blame for my extended poverty, it stinks. If Putin does not knock his incompetent games off, he will cause world war three. Who in their right competent mind would trigger such an experience? I hope that Putin is not the one to be incompetent enough to trigger world war three. If Putin does not cool it right quick, be honest about it, and be about that life that is in the best interest of all, I will never see my Daytona Rolex wristwatches with the emerald cuts within the bezel mounts, and the dial mounts. Honestly, I would love to score eight Daytona Rolex watches within the same purchase and same day. That would be sweet, however, it is never going to be a reality because Putin will not quit until he blows Poland's whistle, while playing leg day while laughing, and I do not know this for sure therefore do not take me seriously. I am just driving myself mad wanting a Rolex, plus wanting a little liposuction treatment if I feel the need for it to treat my love handles plus all areas of my abdomen that they can treat. I need that hot smoking babe body with the perks. I would do everything in my power to maintain it, I will not waste that money after getting my lipo, I would treat my surgery results like money. Money that money I want a luxury apartment loft in the downtown Cincinnati area, with a pool, and a sweet plush weight room with all the fixings including continental breakfasts. I love fruits plus veggies, I would love the plushest experience per day. I cannot continue to indulge in sweets, such as cookies, pies, doughnuts, cakes, mountain dew, cherry Pepsi, I cannot continue to indulge in saturated fats, due to avoid health problems, especially early cataracts, or age-related macular degeneration. I need to munch on a lot of carrots, even if I must pretend to be a bugs bunny on space jam to encourage it, laugh out loud I am joking about the bugs bunny quote. I cannot wait to become a buff smoking hot babe, with a washboard abdomen, perfect bubble butt, muscle-bound arms, legs, everything muscular in the perfect proportions. I need to be one hundred, and sixty pounds therefore I can crave exercise, and quit having diseased obesity issues. I do not want world war three to occur therefore I am going to pray about it per morning per night until gas prices drop to fifty cents a gallon, get real right. All of my wishful thinking may come to pass when I pray consistently enough. I must show persistency plus consistency per morning per night, and watch my prayers be answered. I do not prefer to offend anyone by being open about my belief in a higher power. Supernatural blessings have happened to me in normal intervals, of course, never experienced anything unrealistic. One night I felt the urge to pray shortly obeyed my urge then something I somewhat desired happened, six of my so-called male friends viewed my stories on Snapchat, it was very unexpected however, it felt like a blessing I have craved, it felt like good news, made me want to believe in the precious good side of humanity all over again instead of feeling lousy plus cynical. One of those males I actually felt forced to block due to the fact that he hid his stories from me on IG, called me names such as stalker, and some which had me burning with rage, you know He had no right to mistreat me. Who does he think he is? I refuse to mention the man's name because if I mention his name I would be snitching, and he does not deserve the praise, mentioning his name would only get this story unpublished and give a jerk like him gratification.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Humans
The Universal Appeal of Three Wolf Moon
The image is visual and majestic. If you saw it on a guy’s T-shirt, you would immediately assume this was the kind of man who was smart, sensitive, and better at most things than you are. Of course I’m talking about Three Wolf Moon.
By Casper Tales4 years ago in Humans
Doomsday Was In Our Notebook Tickets To Die At Sea
We set up shop in a rotten hole. Behind the Aruba striptease bar. Most men who visit pole dancers are either sneaky civil servants. Lawyers on a bendy road. Some judges drop in for a pint on the house. Inside my back street bar I had artists paintings on my walls. It wasn’t my idea that the strippers club was next door. It’s just the way it goes in cities. One can’t be picky. The price of renting a old room costs as much as flying to the moon. For a years rent. That is, I mean one has to grab the bull by it’s horns, if one wants to make any pennies or dimes in cities nowadays. On pulling up a few old chairs. I found a few old tables. Stuck them all down to the floor. Judges eyes are all rolling anyway one way or t’other. No one knows what the blinking heck is going on in either port. I looked through a keyhole.
By Yvette Louise Melech4 years ago in Humans
The Meaning of Freedom
"Freedom" is a simple word with a lot of different potential meanings. There is the freedom to be who and what you are, without fear or favour. The freedom to love who you want without persecution or repercussion. The freedom to speak your personal and political opinions without being censored by the government.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Humans
