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.
Time Well Spent
There has to be a metaphor here. I will admit that I have found myself in some rather unpleasant homes before – I have slept on couches of drug addicts and accompanied the abused on the run from their abuser – but this has got to be the most unpleasant. I can feel the street sludge from last week’s winter snowfall soaking into my backside as I lay crumpled on the cement. I have found that as soon as you make your home where the sidewalk meets the storefront, you become cellophane to the strangers who pass you. Not having a permanent residence has never bothered me much, I have never stayed in one place for very long. It is the invisibility that haunts me. I have value, you know. No one likes to be ignored. When I was young, I bounced from home to home. I was never any trouble, and most held onto me for as long as they could, but my home will always be ever changing. I am old and worn now, and still I drift through society. I have been called many names, but I prefer George. It fits the image of the man people see me as. A woman on her cellphone passes me without a second glance.
By Callisto Stars5 years ago in Humans
The Appointment
Jacob Prosser was not a bad guy. He was just misunderstood. When his estranged wife, Marilyn, announced that she was taking the kids and moving back to Ohio to live with her parents, Jake realized she misunderstood him most of all. She said she could not live with his addictions any longer. Addictions? What addictions? He was not addicted to gambling, he was dedicated to it, like any other professional is to their craft. And like any other professional he knew that perfection took time and patience.
By Ray Sakultarawattn5 years ago in Humans
No Foot Too Big
It all started the day I got my birthday card. My sister, as is her custom, sent me a fun commemoration with a Lottery Scratcher enclosed. Her birthday message. You never know. I must admit I was amused as I set my gaze on the colorful and busy scratch game ticket. With a laugh and a shrug of my shoulders I proceeded to scratch away.
By Carol Dent5 years ago in Humans
Only Once, Josiah!
Only once, Josiah! The memory of that moment when he saw the notebook in the grass still lingered fresh in Josiah Guerra's mind. It looked rather shabby and its black leather covers were stained by moisture, proving it was lying there for some time, by the legs of a wooden bench near the entrance in Vigilante Bike Park. Josiah wasn't one of those bikers with fluorescent pants and ridiculous headphones gathering on Facebook. Josiah didn't even have a bike. The only reason he came in the park next to the railroad that cuts through Helena, was to enjoy his cheeseburger during the lunch break. He only had to cross the inner courtyard of the warehouse, and in three minutes he was on the Centennial Trail. On the north side there were always free benches.
By Cristian Carstoiu5 years ago in Humans
Hard Choices?
I found it at the ballfield. The book. I was watching my son play baseball, which up to that point was the only thing that truly gave me joy. It had been a long, few years and the field was my happy place. A place I didn’t have to worry about the bills not being paid. I could enjoy the sunshine. The sound of the bat hitting the ball. The cheers from the other parents who had more going for them outside of that complex than I did. I had tried counseling a few months before, but the guy hadn’t been quite right, and I hadn’t found a new one yet.
By Erin Skelley5 years ago in Humans
The Tattered Old Address Book
Did you ever have one of those days – an unexpected, out of the blue, life altering day that would change your life forever? I did, almost ten years ago to this day. It was a day that will be etched in my heart, soul and memory for the rest of my life.
By Jean Mullin5 years ago in Humans
Black Is A Lucky Color
He paced around the room for what must’ve felt like hours. Occasionally he would glance back at the small black pocketbook on the coffee table. Finally, he stopped pacing and stared at its contents once more. At that moment he decided that this was a sign, it had to be because how else could he have been this lucky.
By Paloma Gallardo5 years ago in Humans
The General Store
The whir of the fan, its plastic tassels slapping against one another, a metallic cicada, mimicking the humid summer sounds just outside the dingy windows. “The General Store” sat in the middle of the sidewalk with faded paint and sagging shudders, a small plaque rusted almost beyond recognition read “EST. 1915.” A small photo collage, yellowed with age, hung behind the counter. Faces of the past crowded together smiling in front of what was once the only store in town, now an antique shop just as forgotten as its contents. The current owner hadn’t felt the need to come up with a new name, so the general store became “The General Store”.
By Alicia Nicole5 years ago in Humans
Collision Course
You like to tempt Fate, don’t you? Ain’t it a thrill to have her ride shotgun while you haul ass from the latest mess you created? Or to call her up time and again like some lover who can’t quit you? Do you believe she will always go along for the ride, sit pretty as far as you’ll take her? Maybe I should tell you something before you forget who you’re playing with. I see Fate every time I look in the mirror, and it isn’t just the name my mama gave me. Believe me when I say I might be your lover, but I can quit you. Just like that.
By Wendi Christner5 years ago in Humans
