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.

Before My Eyes
The weather wasn't particularly bad that day but I knew it would be windy. I had thought the pure force of it would be enough to consume and deter me from any digressions my mind decided to follow but as I left my top-floor apartment to the busy New York street below, making my way down the same eighteen floors I had walked countless times over the last decade - where I had side-stepped neighbours on the stairwell with only a nod of the head or an obliged 'good morning' - the only present currents were seemingly important memories, particularly those of experiences that had led me here to this day.
By Chris Topley5 years ago in Humans
On the backwards bookshelf
Down on her luck. That is how people who knew Lilly Cook described her, and she was tired of it. Tired of the frowns and the pitiful looks. Tired of people judging her for being 37 and single. It may seem depressing, this life of hers, and it was, but that was not for others to decide. And yes, it may seem that she is “down on her luck”, if luck was something she believed in, which it wasn’t. To have lost her job, house, car, and boyfriend all in one year does seem awfully unlucky. But shit happens. And all of Lilly’s shit happened to happen in the same horrific year. It had nothing to do with luck, because luck does not exist.
By Annie Bornstein5 years ago in Humans
Stroke of Luck
Opening the front door to Stroke of Luck diner, the bell jingles as Lauren shuts it behind her as she steps outside. Multiple grease stains litter Lauren’s black shirt, some more noticeable in the moonlight, the streetlamp next to the diner still broken, giving only the moon as light to lock the front door. She yawns, covering her mouth as she locks the front door to the little diner, her shoulders tense and in pain from carrying plates of food all day. She stretches her neck side to side to relieve some of the tension, but it is only temporary.
By Rachel Barbeler5 years ago in Humans
Am I defined and destined from birth?
Until now I have never really thought about my zodiac sign. The fact that a star sign determines my characteristics always seemed very unreliable to me.
By Jess S5 years ago in Humans
Senegal in 1714
We were on our knees; our village had been found. A thick chain was tied around my neck strapping my hands behind my back down to my ankles, I could not move. It was only a few hours before dawn when we were found by the Senegalese authority. They were hunting for slaves. The commander examined us one by one, searching for fertility, strength and beauty. My wife was beside me. She was the most beautiful woman of the village. It was my turn. The men lift me up to examine the thickness of my teeth and density of my muscles.
By Vanessa Wilson5 years ago in Humans
A Night To Forget
I raise my head up from my pillow. My head still pounding from the night before. Did I have that fourth drink? Or was it five? I place my hands on my head and rub my temples. I really need to stop doing this. Dragging myself out of bed I make my way to the kitchen. Sitting at a small table scattered with my unpaid bills, what a dump. Pulling out my phone I decide to check my bank statement. My eyes pop out of my head. I spent $500 last night at the club! That’s way more than five drinks.
By Ash Robinson5 years ago in Humans
Winning Big
The transaction was complete. Lloyd, the erstwhile owner of Lloyd's Custom Desert RV Sales, stood up and congratulated her on her wise decision. Lloyd had already sent out a message for them to come pick up her new home and put it on her "custom" site across wind-blown Highway 83 and a bare two-hundred-yards away. After all, he owned the park across the way, too. This was a small town in the Desert where people knew one another and jobs were scarce. It might be hot but it was surely beautiful--and it was okay to do things like buy a RV that didn't work and live in it because people were doing much stranger things than that. People went to the desert to be lost.
By Lisa Dryer5 years ago in Humans
Our Dream Home
Our Dream Home Jazmyn was walking down a long dark hallway. The walls were covered in maroon wall paper with gold flowers. Scenic paintings hug along the walls. In between each painting was a light with a faint glow. Jazmyn felt like the lights were guiding her down the story the painting told, in another place and time. At the end of the hall there was a bright red door. Jazmyn approached the door very slowly, fearing what could be on the other side. She had a strange feeling in her stomach. Feeling like what ever was on the other side of the door could change her life forever. As she reached for the crystal door knob, she awoke, confused, not knowing where she was or where she had been.
By Jo-Anna Futeen Clark5 years ago in Humans
Just another fence
I remember it - a truly marvellous day. That’s what I thought as I was walking down the street. I knew it quite well by now. Every streetlight and dustbin just stood in their usual places, and this fact itself comforted me very much. At least until I noticed that something was being installed near the street crossing. Well, to better put it, it was reinstalled - one of those short square-cut fences which stood at every crossing for no reason other than indicating that it was indeed a crossing. The old, shabby one was nowhere to be seen.
By Vladyslav Pryima5 years ago in Humans
Lucky Autumn
It was a brisk fall afternoon as I headed home from work. The sun was still shining and felt warm on my face. I decided to take a walk and stop at a used bookstore that was tucked away in a small row of shops just off main street. As I entered, the familiar smell of old and new books filled my senses. Reading is a favorite past-time, and I hadn’t read anything new in a month or so. I had been in such a mundane existence lately of work and home. I hadn’t even taken a vacation or sick day in quite some time. I stopped at the small bin just inside the door that had a sign reading “free, take one or leave one”. I rummaged through it looking for an interesting title and came upon a little black book. It was not a normal reading book. It was a journal of sorts. A little black book just bigger than my hand and about a half inch thick with rounded corners. It had a band holding it closed but had no title or writing on the cover. I recognized it from others of the brand I had owned and wondered how it had gotten here. Maybe there was a story written in it, or maybe someone had just misplaced it.
By Dani M5 years ago in Humans
“The Mystery person behind the LITTLE BLACK BOOK”
A Knock at the door startled young Elizabeth as she got up from her reading nook and scurried to the front door, she peeped through the keyhole and saw nothing, she slowly opened the door and to her surprise there was an envelope laying upon her doormat with the writing saying TO ELIZABETH❤, no postal address or stamp, someone had placed it there she thought.
By Jesse Catherine5 years ago in Humans
Base Metal
Livy slipped past the thin, blue, plastic rope. The sweaty attendant turned to eye a group of women in low cut tank tops snapping pictures and talking animatedly in French. In two steps she was around a column staring at a set of stairs pitted with age and acid rain. Another length of cheap twine cordoned off the descent. She looked behind her. No one was there, but the scrape of footsteps on sand strewn stone and a sharp word in Turkish sent her dipping under. A few steps down, she slipped on the smooth stone. Her hands raked against the sharp rocks on either side of her. Desperate not to roll down the rest of the way, she dug her fingers into the crevices. The grind of her shoes on the gritty stairs echoed into the depths of the cavern beneath her. She steadied herself and listened. Nothing. She huffed her relief. She pressed herself away from the walls slowly and tried a few more steps, cautiously this time.
By Erin Brosey5 years ago in Humans