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.

The Time Capsule
Jamal, Naomi, Dakota and I have known each other since middle school. Occasionally, we’d all meet up at the treehouse in my backyard. One day, we created a time capsule and dug it up years later. Upon digging, we discover a black book hidden beneath it. Little did we know that it would change our lives forever.
By Chas Bard5 years ago in Humans
Never a Dull Moment
Roofing is simple to learn, but it’s no easy feat. Especially if heights terrify you. That was my issue, but heights did not just terrify me, it petrified me. Now here I am 3 years later and still terrified of heights, however, it pays the bills. I have climbed 2 and even 3 story buildings to make one repair.
By Justin Abdoo5 years ago in Humans
The Book in the Laptop Bag
The truck was loaded and my shelves were empty. Bright light poured through the windows onto the tan carpet as I stepped into my childhood bedroom and gazed at the neatly made bed, the chair tucked beneath the desk and the LEGOs collecting dust.
By Dom N5 years ago in Humans
The Secrets We Bury
Tuesdays are for memory hunting. It’s the only day of the week Gino can spare me at the restaurant. If he could get away with working me 365 days a year, I know he would. Gino doesn’t believe in holidays, or so he says. Personally, I think he can’t stand to lock people out on Thanksgiving, but maybe I’m giving him too much credit. Jeannie says I always look for the best in people.
By Susannah Bruck5 years ago in Humans
Preamble
A man started to wander his neighborhood at dusk. It was a dusk that stops people out running errands, leaving work, living otherwise unremarkably, just for a second with its comfortable temperatures and striking but unpretentious colors. It was the kind of dusk that momentarily evokes intrinsic memories of contentedness. The man breathed in the scents suspended in the humidity as he walked frantically but without purpose. He strayed from his neighborhood. His mind raced, but he thought of very little. He enjoyed no moment of pause or peace in the gift of a lovely evening.
By Hannah Smith5 years ago in Humans
The black book
“The stuff I get myself into.” She sat on the hood of her car for a bit, peering into the woods. “God damn compulsions.”
By Katie Viren5 years ago in Humans
Ophiuchus
Most of my life I considered myself a Sagittarius. Born on December 10th, I love an adventure, a well-placed joke, and deep discussions just as one could expect from the sign. However, there were some characteristics that didn’t really match how I am. Sagittarius tends to be lackadaisical, bored with details and serious matters. They also don’t like clingy people and are difficult to pin down into a committed relationship. These traits have never matched me. I found myself in a predicament were I liked the idea of astrology, but I couldn’t fully support who they said I should be.
By Brooke Hash5 years ago in Humans
The Morten Heir
The Mortem Heir The sky was crimson as the last ray of the sun folded under the horizon. The wind gently blowing my long hair back as the entire sky darkened before me on the roof of the hotel. I tore my eyes away, spots blinding my watery vision.
By Katherine Fotopoulos5 years ago in Humans
The Blackbird Book
The image of the bird had stayed with her all day. Dead, for sure, but something more. The fan of its mottled black tail feathers, all she had glimpsed on her morning walk with Tully, had stood straight up out of the ground.
By Alicia Ruiz5 years ago in Humans
The Library
She’s frequented the same cafe for over a decade, and still, the smell hits her every time: cinnamon, nutmeg, sugar and over-roasted coffee beans. With a deep breath to fill her old lungs, she steps in and smiles at the familiar barista.
By Theresa Woods5 years ago in Humans
When
There were thousands seated in the theatre, but for just a moment…it was silent. I could hear nothing, not even the sound of breathing, as everyone around me held it. Finally, the silence broke...
By Elizabeth5 years ago in Humans
The Bigger Picture
Emma marvelled at the knife’s blade as it sliced through the lime with ease. She wondered why she didn’t give it to the kitchen to sharpen earlier. She would have finished prepping this bucket of limes half an hour ago. She glanced at her watch. Only 11:30. How could she have only been here an hour? It felt like twelve.
By Rachel Aikema5 years ago in Humans