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.
Rabbit Hole
Adi Jess was engrossed in a book, more accurately a notebook. A singularly intriguing little black moleskin notebook to be precise. Her brow furrowed under her glasses as she turned the pages of handwritten journal entries by a lady born in the early 20th century named Margaret Scranton.
By Robert Ropars5 years ago in Humans
Mr. Nabode'
Beep! Beep! Beep! “Ugh, I am sick of these machines.” Mr. Nabode’ said as he lied there in his hospital bed. “Three weeks of this; I’m over it. Nurse?” Three weeks ago, Mr. Nabode' found himself here, at St. Aneware Hospital. That day is still a blur to him as he awaits his release. All he wants right now is to get home to a sense of normalcy to try and recall the events of that night.
By Lion Queen5 years ago in Humans
The Waiting Room
On the surface, there is nothing that should tie Jasmine Elise Johnson, a cafe au lait colored sister still young enough to harbor dreams of changing lives and creating educational equity in her classroom, and Ricardo Sanchez, a 39 year old latino, desperately trying to hold on to the family business, together. Well, that is except for this waiting room, that little black book, and someone’s twenty thousand dollars.
By dr. moore Moore5 years ago in Humans
(Mis)adventures In Time
What would you do if you received a mysterious gift of $20,000 and a little black notebook filled with schematics for a Time Machine? Would you build it? Would you toss the notebook and keep the money? Would you gamble the money away? Would you give it away? If you have the time, I’ll tell you what I did when a mysterious package appeared, out of nowhere, on my kitchen table.
By Ryan Rothrock5 years ago in Humans
The Bonus
The Bonus By Justin Neumann Keira Jensen sat motionless at her kitchen table; a once-hot cup of coffee sat forgotten about her fingers lightly clutching the cup’s handle. Outside it had been raining, lost somewhere between a light mist and a steady drizzle, with an occasional faint rumble of far-off thunder. Her long strawberry blonde hair hung over her face, obscuring the dazed-blank look in her eyes. Her entire body felt numb and incredibly dense, as if she were sitting in a vat of sludge. It was as if her arms had been replaced with thick slabs of concrete, her fingers frozen, and a hundred-pound weight attached to her chest. Every breath was taxing as if she could not quite take a full inhalation. The knowledge pressed against her as a physical weight relentlessly constricting around her, immobilizing her and numbing her brain. She stared at the little black book with both disgust and foreboding disbelief. It couldn’t be right; because to believe had terrible and irrevocable implications. Her mind drifted back to the beginning, the beginning of that nightmare because it seemed to be the only thing she could do.
By Justin Neumann5 years ago in Humans
The Daunting Tasks
Malachi was sitting in his favorite café. He pushed his glasses up from the brim of his nose, sat straight up, and took a deep breath. On the exhale, he closed his eyes for the couple seconds, but it felt like an eternity. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked around the busy café. 13 people inside including employees and none of them knew what he was about to do. Malachi has never been the one to draw attention to himself, he was shy and normally kept to himself. At the same time, he has never had more than $500 in his name, much less $20,000! He opened the little black book, read the contents on the first page one more time to make sure he understood the directions for the tasks given. He then shut the book, put it in his backpack, and stood up.
By Nathan Martinez5 years ago in Humans
The Adventures of Junior
I first met Junior in 1971. About 8 years old at the time, I was amused by, and scared of this fella selling us a watermelon from his truck on the side of the road. Daddy said he really was kinda dodgy, but he wouldn’t hurt anybody. He was just a poor man of about 35, who was prone to wearing overalls every day of the week.
By Andrew Nelson5 years ago in Humans
Hot Tubs, Slides, and Gangs, Oh My!
“Our brother loves water rides!” One of the girls says, smiling. I turn as a guy next to them is standing up. He has a ratio of skin to tattoos of about fifty-fifty, is well over six and a half feet tall, and looks muscular enough to be able to defeat Jackie Chan, Chuck Norris, and Bruce Lee in a fight in under two minutes. He towers over 15-year-old, 130-140 pound me. “I love water rides! Want to go on one?” He says, smiling. I smile awkwardly, I glance, scared, at the two girls nearby. I had asked the two girls because I wanted someone to go with on water slides. Preferably one of them and not having my plus one look like they eat puppies for breakfast. Then I feel bad, just because he looks like he could rip me in half like a piece of paper doesn’t mean he will. I don’t want to seem rude. It’s only one water slide, what could go wrong? Even in the most family-friendly places, dark and dangerous people may be lurking around.
By Matthew Kube5 years ago in Humans
Tales From The Breakroom
It was my second double shift of the week. Rent was due in three days and I hadn't quite made enough to cover it. Unfortunately, working doubles was a necessary evil and yet still barely equal to one full shift from before covid-times. I sat in the windowless breakroom picking calcified gum out of the crevices of my non-slip shoes, trying to forget I still had over an hour to kill between shifts.
By Chanin Kaye5 years ago in Humans
