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.
Try to reach, but you may fall
The sound of metal churning, the sounds of cannon fire echoed across the city streets wherein only corpses and rubble could be seen, large casings laid across concrete ground sitting next to bodies, covered in pink and red pulp. Pieces of the asphalt were cracked due to the casings weight, buildings torn asunder by tank rounds coming from large machines, metal cylinders chambering more rounds into machine guns as steam emitted from its chassis.
By CynicalPepper5 years ago in Humans
He Had No Name
Slay-Wolf-of-Night rose in the early morning, the chill still very real but less oppressive than it had been on the heights. He still longed for the coat, but the cold was not as bitter as it had been. He should have already been back with his people, but the travel was slow. It had been three days now since he had seen the corpse of the wolf he had killed.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Humans
Reborn
I became lost to the universe a long time ago, and in losing myself I once again became a child of my environment. You, the subject of this letter, I have loved, and mourned, and transformed. The strange beauty with which the stars waltz around each other, with each other, has had me captivated from the moment I opened my heart to them…and closed it to you.
By Kayla Jaye5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Darius sat at the table eyeing the duffle bag cautiously. He knew eventually he had to open it and see what it contained, but remained glued to the chair recapping the events of the day. What was supposed to be a routine pickup from his uncle turned into disaster in a matter of moments. Everything happened so quickly and he was still trying to make sense, slowly playing each moment back in his head over and over again, almost as if he thought hard enough he would be able to change what had taken place. He knew he couldn’t, but it was his own way of coping with and accepting reality.
By Aaron Glover5 years ago in Humans
Bad Girl House 15
For far too long, the same set of knives still sat on my kitchen counter. They were a wedding gift from my aunt that lives in St. Louis. I kept them for years, even after getting divorced. I could only bring myself to use the smallest knife. Just looking at the matte black handles coming out of the wooden block brought back terribly vivid memories. The feeling of the larger knives in my hand was unbearable. I finally replaced them a few years ago with a bright, multicolored set. I must have thought that would stop the memories, but any sharp knife seemed to trigger those thoughts.
By Kathy Sees5 years ago in Humans
The Magic of Karma
I brushed powdered sugar from my lips and left the last bite of my beignets. I couldn’t finish them. After a huge lunch at Mulate’s, there was simply no more room. I pulled up a map on my phone, reminiscing on the seafood gumbo I’d just enjoyed, eager to resume my sightseeing.
By Jenny McFarland5 years ago in Humans
Love Is Blind..And Sometimes Super Freaking Toxic
At the ripe age of 14 I entered the hallways of my high school—shy, timid and naïve beyond belief. Though some called me overprotected, I just called it “sheltered.” Not in a sense that I was locked away in a tower awaiting Prince Charming’s true love kiss—but nonetheless, I knew NOTHING about the world around me and just how manipulative, scary and outrageously fun it could be. This was mostly because I was a massive rule-follower. I believed (and still tend to) that rules were made to be followed. That there is a specific design setup to protect people just like me from getting hurt.
By Katiah Scisum5 years ago in Humans
What they left out
Cinders, bound to the voiceless melody, sung with each exhale the atmosphere would dare present. Fluttered aimlessly along the skyline, set to rest in a temporary state until nature deemed them unworthy and claimed their delicate forms for rebirth. Condensed hydrogen rolled along the pristine azure, bearing diligently crafted crystalline that would soon join ashes and embers in their great descent for a brief, unpracticed choreography. However, their melody would cease to go unnoticed whether they were wary of such or not. It would be the snow fall’s empty steps that she would cling to like a drop of her own blood to keep her mind steady. That it was all indeed still very real no matter how far she sank into the twists and turns of a consciousness saturated in an intangible matter.
By Rosebud Austin5 years ago in Humans
