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.
Dreams are dreams. Dreams are supposed to be magnificent. Aren’t they?
It all happened so fast. I do not know where I am. I do not even know my name. I laid on a sandy beach with nothing but the waves to comfort me. After a couple of minutes of looking around and trying to regain my thoughts, I finally got up. I was lightheaded. I could barely stand up properly. Once I finally could stand up, I went to explore the island. I also tried to remember why I ended up here, but I did not remember anything. I came across something in the distance. I could not make out what it was. I took my chances and went towards it. After what felt like years of walking, I finally got to it. I rubbed my eyes to get the sand out of them.
By Ceo Of Dying5 years ago in Humans
Cabernet Problems Pt. 2
The air was still for a minute while Savannah stood there in disbelief. Travis’ smile was unchanging. The light reflected off his perfect, white teeth. The perfume scent lingered in the air, Aubree’s tea party babbles were hushed in the background, and everything seemed the same. But At that moment, Savannah knew everything was different.
By Amber Sanfilippo5 years ago in Humans
The tiger
The ground shook, the birds took flight, and I felt myself falling! All I can think of is axe! I reach into the side of my mountain gear, and grab the axe. Instinctively I reach out and the weight of all of my body shook in pain holding the axe, then my dangling legs trying to find something for my spikes to jab into.
By Leslie Strom5 years ago in Humans
The Book Club
Shelly had no luck expressing her love in the three dimensional realm. Social media encounters with single men online had become a hobby for her to study the dating game, opening herself up to discovering what she had been longing for. Nights alone at her loft were spent with her only companion, a black and grey bengal cat named Alfalfa. Sitting in solitude at her desk contemplating life, Alfalfa would chirp at the door insistent on taking council with some other creature looming in the outside world. After a failed love attempt, Shelly would turn to her books and a glass of wine, immersing herself into characters who could achieve what she could not. When she wasn’t reading she was meditating, working to manifest the true things she wanted out of life. On the rare event that she took a break from functioning at a higher consciousness, she would venture out with acquaintances to a bar or two, but they never amounted to more than that. She was ready for her true significant other to enter her world. He would be likened to a martini, love shaken with tranquility, no ice.
By Vayda Ingersoll 5 years ago in Humans
A Night Under the Stars
It's been far too long since she's had a night where she can relax, shed her worries, and just enjoy herself. She has been looking forward to the date she made for tonight all week. This is the first time she's done something like this. All her friends have been telling her that she's been working herself too hard, that she needs to take a night to do something for herself. Her friends say a lot of things, but this time, she decided that they were right, and she knew just how to accomplish that goal. So she finally cleared a night in her schedule to go on that date she's been promising herself she would say yes to. She's planned everything out perfectly. It will all happen here, at her place; she will enjoy a beautiful meal under the stars and just be herself for a night.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro5 years ago in Humans
The Wine Glass
The Wine Glass If you’ve ever been to Paris, France, “Ol Paree” as some of the French like to call it, then you know they are well-known for their art, culture, fashion, history, pastries, and for being the city of romance. However, if you’re a wine enthusiast or “Connoisseur”, like myself, then you know Paris is also known for its wine. Now combine two of Paris’ greatest assets and you have the recipe for the greatest love story ever told! Yea, I know all romance stories say that, but have you ever met your best friend, your soulmate, your future over a glass of wine? I didn’t think so. So sit back, maybe grab a glass of wine yourself and come join me on this romantic adventure which begins on the old cobblestone streets of Paris.
By A World of Expressions5 years ago in Humans
Last First Date
Olivia had never seen so many sharpies in her life. As she stared at the glass jars, holding every shape and size imaginable, she felt the cold press of the night air against the damp nape of her neck, the breeze passing through the front door which swung open and shut at an alarming rate as the restaurant filled with desperate singles. She knew that meant she should hurry up and pick a sharpie, sign Olivia under the Hi! My Name Is: adorned on the sticker below her. The hostess had ripped it off the roll and waved her on at least five minutes ago.
By Alexis Pinkney5 years ago in Humans
