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.
Windfall
Doris reached out to the pile of notebooks on the scarred top of her old oak desk and selected the small black book that lay on top. She knew it was old-fashioned of her to still make notes by hand, but she had always loved the act of setting her thoughts down on paper, the feel of the pen in her hand, the flow of the ink, the words emerging across the page in her slanted and slightly untidy script. She had one notebook to track the seasons and the weather; another to record gardening ideas (if you could call tending the row of pots on her balcony during summer gardening); and one for ideas and inspirations for minor home improvements, including potential expenses that needed research and careful thought before taking action.
By Beatrice Wolfe5 years ago in Humans
The Most Influential Cookie Wrapper in The World.
The Most Influential Cookie Wrapper in The World. Well…welcome to the nut house! Don’t mind me, I’m just getting strapped to a hospital bed in the seclusion sweet. Those dammed white suits. They code whited me. They got me completely surrounded. Holding me down. My legs. My arms. Everything! Even my head. But I’m not even resisting. Like what the fuck? My ridiculous muscles are completely still. Holding back the urge to go nuts and start throwing knock out punches. Hitting women and men without prejudice. The authoritarians would want it that way. Wearing their pants and strap on cocks.
By Darren Bouchard5 years ago in Humans
Daisy-Chain
Sarah would never forget the sound that Neil’s spade made as it hit the side of the coffin. It was halfway between a thud and a scrape and very different from the gritty, ringing sound that the digging had made just before. Sarah had been helping Neil to dig up the flagstones, not by actually digging, there was only one spade, but by running inside and fetching Cokes and ice-lollies whenever Neil looked hot or thirsty. Sarah’s Dad said that Neil was “a fat twat” and that meant that he shouldn’t drink cans of Coke, but Neil liked Coke and Sarah liked Neil, so she brought him all the Cokes he wanted.
By Sammy Kissin5 years ago in Humans
A Winning Discovery
“How the hell did I end up here? I had big dreams once!” My name is Sarah and I’m stuck in a deadend cubicle job. You know the type - a small, not private space where it’s the roll of a dice on whether or not you get along with the person next to you. Unlike the rest of the inmates working here. I didn't want to settle into this odd, cubicell of a lifestyle made up of tweed-covered hollow walls, cords spilling out from every direction, and an office chair that squeaked every time I swiveled to the right.
By Emma Cohan5 years ago in Humans
The Auction of My Life
Two days ago my life was perfect and then it imploded. But over a little black notebook? It was not supposed go this way. A simple buy and resell. Yet here I sit, locked in another grim claustrophobic lifeless grey room wreaking of sweat and fear. At least this country has a government that protects it’s citizens. A nice change. A view too. White snowflakes fell gently from the sky like fluffy kittens clouding the view of the Toronto skyline from 20 stories up.
By David Belton5 years ago in Humans
The New Royal Creative
His pen barreled down towards the page with such vigor and excitement, but almost just as quickly his hand pulled up in a jolt, coming to a complete halt, whilst his brain became fogged and flooded. Overwhelmingly full, and unexpectedly joyful… frustratingly and unusually muddled. He didn’t quite not know what to write, but much the opposite. What would be good enough ? What did he know for sure ? … What is it that he could possibly know for sure ?
By Kailey Churchill5 years ago in Humans
The richest refugee on the planet
She could feel the arms of the fever surrounding her body, one by one, a monstrous octopus arising from a deep, dark sea. The water was boiling in the kettle - and the noise was almost unbearable. Shivering and dizzy, she could barely keep herself standing on her feet while looking frenetically for medicines. She took Paracetamol, a Vitamin C, a sleeping pill, and then poured the hot water from the kettle in a plastic bottle with shaking hands. "That's it; I'm almost ready to fly now.”
By GABRIELA LUPU5 years ago in Humans
Empty Pages
The tip of the glass pen poised above the empty page, the blue ink gathering at the tip waiting to seep into the parchment and transform from a blank page into a journey. Moments passed by, yet the pen did not move. The hesitation now marked in minutes instead of moments. Slowly she let out a long, almost tortured sigh, but did not put the pen down.
By Anne Clark5 years ago in Humans
The One Rule Game
Sam swore loudly at no one in particular as he stood at the bus stop watching his bus drive off. The money he had on him would definitely not be enough to cover a trip to work and get him lunch later. He thought about what other choices he had and decided that missing a meal was a much better option than having his manager be on his neck so early in the morning. He swore again, if only he hadn’t taken his time to make himself a whole meal. But that was in the past now, what mattered was getting to work as soon as possible.
By Anjola Ogunmade5 years ago in Humans
J
Staring out the window, I watched Pacific Central Station get lost in the skyline of Vancouver as the train pulled away. Watching the rivers and lakes flash by as the train sped up, I couldn't help but wish that Johnny Boy was here with me to see this. The train ride through the country is so beautiful, it hurt to think that he'd never see it again.
By Katherine Nesbitt5 years ago in Humans
