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.

Second First Date
I am not resentful that you do nothing to help me set the places for our second first date. It was me who set them on our first first date and I like the symmetry of doing it again. It all adds to the ritual.
By Will Thoresby5 years ago in Humans
The Perfect Pairing
“Katherine Hahn, come out of the bathroom so I can see your dress.” Katherine stepped out, gaining instant approval from her boss.
By Cynthia Mael5 years ago in Humans
Do Fetish love spell work?
Fixation is an assortment of strict thoughts predominantly from the Caribbean country Haiti and Africa, making two kinds of obsession. They are vastly different in nature and are known as the Louisiana Fetish and Haitian Fetish separately. The previous kind of fixation is a result of Afro-American strict culture.
By Prof Nahabu5 years ago in Humans
Caged & Framed: Part One
James inhaled frost. It tasted disgusting. Throat burning, fingers twitching he let himself into his house for the first time in seven years. An overload of leaflets and envelopes greeted his feet. He kicked them out the way and locked the door behind him. A picture of a blonde girl suntanning in Thailand caught his eye.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
Hindsight 2020
HINDSIGHT 2020 – TONI JAY Don’t forget your mask! Your mask! You cant go outside without your mask! My mothers shrill voice tore through the haze of daydreams floating around my head. I snapped back into reality. Lowered my hand into my right back pocket and pulled out a thin slice of plastic that was intended to resemble a bunny rabbit, looped the cheap elastic strings over my ears and eased myself onto the sidewalk. HALLOWEEN was supposed to be a time when kids dressed up like their childhood nightmares, favourite comic book heroes or unrealistic Disney characters. But that’s all over now. When the Great Plague came it took away all that. Now I’m stuck holding my little sister’s hand while she shuffles along quietly six feet behind the other kids waiting to grab a hermetic ziploc bag of peanut free mars bars from the laminated and well polished kiosk in the lobby of our apartment building.
By Toni Jay5 years ago in Humans
My Name is Anthony
At the end of a long and tiring day, I went to one of those third-class bars where I could get drunk and pay little. Shortly after I’d arrived, a charming woman came in. She turned the regulars’ heads. It was unusual that a woman with such a luxury dress and jewelry visits this bar. She sat next to me at the counter. Her presence was so strong and made me feel shy with my shabby clothes. I thought of leaving my place and sitting far that I watched her beauty with no embarrassment, but she surprised me by introducing herself.
By Ayman Baroudi5 years ago in Humans
White Sundresses and Elevators
White Sundresses and Elevators The street lights shone on the wet sidewalk reflecting up at his eyes, he glanced at his watch it read 7:40. Although the rain had stopped, he decided to take a cab instead of walking the 9 blocks to the restaurant. He’d make it on time but for the 10 bucks it’ll cost to take a cab it’s worth it. A snap of his fingers, his hand raised in the air, and a loud yelp “TAXI”! One pulled up rather quickly as it was just at the end of the street.
By Ian M5 years ago in Humans
Starting Forever
It was slowly coming on 5:00 pm... as she paced back and forth anxiously awaiting for his arrival. No idea what to even expect. Would he want to just stay in and awkwardly sit on the couch staring at each other? Being this was the first time they’d finally get to touch, and actually be face to face finally after so many months of a long distance online kind of thing... but she just knew they would someday get to this moment.
By Kimmie Jo Lupo5 years ago in Humans
Flames of Unforgivable Fury
I wish this tale were happy in some way. I do. It's not my intention to give you a bad day for reading my woes. Be that as it may, I also know that your reaction to this very regrettable situation might be something like that, and I can only hope to forewarn you that my tale is not for the faint of heart (or sensitive skin.) Reader, beware, you're in for a melodramatic tale.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Humans
A Bottle of Rouge and Sunrises Not Sunsets
“A glass of merlot to share with the one I love and sunrises not sunsets.” he said to me that day. “What? Why not sunsets?” I asked.
By Liz Horvath5 years ago in Humans
Alone in the Dogwoods
It was a typical summer morning that dragged into an even more typical afternoon. She was tormented by loneliness but embraced being alone.
By Angie Connolly5 years ago in Humans
The Prodigal Sunglasses
It was too hot out for the black hoodie, even with the sleeves rolled to the elbow. My phone call also distracted me. There was a fair amount of wind noise roaring through my tiny earbuds as I chatted with my boss. Several things were competing for my attention. I remember hooking the sunglasses over the zippered junction in the hoodie. I do this such that only one leg of the glass sticks out from my jacket. This way, they are less likely to shake loose. I still did just that - lose my oversized, nerdy sunglasses that fit more or less neatly over my prescription eyeglasses.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Humans