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.
Of Course, I think It Is A Load Of Old Bull.
I am not a natural cynic. I was one of those kids that believed in Santa for longer than they should of; I can get lost for hours on Youtube looking into niche conspiracy theories and I would always describe myself as spiritual – although not necessarily religious. But horoscopes have never been my thing.
By Ross MacKay5 years ago in Humans
Obsession
Has it been weeks since your tender fingers graced my skin? Months? Maybe…it has been years. I cannot tell; time has no concept in this soft, black dungeon that keeps me warm and dry and hidden. Sometimes, I wish for light, wish for that brightness to whisk away the sadness that the dark seems to feed on. Other times, I fall prey to that black ink of night, finding comfort in the compartment that has been my center since my time had begun.
By Terri McGee5 years ago in Humans
The Old White Mansion
Driving down the country road, I stopped when I noticed the weather beaten crooked For Sale sign. It was unbelievable. The old white house stood empty. It's wrap around porch yearning for children to play on it. Or even just someone to sit in an old rocking chair relaxing. The large turrets with the blank windows staring back at me. It was For Sale now. I had had my eyes on it for years. Dialing the number quickly I waited for a few minutes before someone finally answered. A cheerful voice on the other end replied Granich Reality , this is Stephanie, how may I help you ? Yes, I spoke My name is Jessica Whitdale. I am sitting here outside the house on Apricot Road. I was wandering if it would be possible to see it today? As I waited for her to answer I could hear someone else mumbling in the background. Finally after a few seconds of silence she spoke. Miss Whitdale I would be happy to show you the house. I can be there in about fifteen minutes. Great I replied saying goodbye and hanging up. Clouds danced in the horizon as I sat in the car waiting. Pulling out little black book out of my bag I began writing. I always had it with me for times like this. Just in case a story idea popped in my head. Lost in thought I must of filled a few pages when a car horn honked behind me making me jump. Closing my little black book I placed it in my bag. Climbing out of my SUV I just shut the door as she came up behind me. Miss Whitdale I presume, Stephanie replied sticking out her hand. Shaking her hand I smiled back at her. This is a beautiful old house, with alot of history, she told me as she fumbled with the cluttered keychain attempting to find the right key. Something did not seem right. Are you alright, Stephanie? You seem a bit nervous. I am fine, she mumbled laughing a bit. It's just been a busy day. Shall we head inside. Nodding my head I followed her up the creaking steps, to the double glass stained doors. My heart pounded with excitement. An old porch swing rocked back and forth in the gentle breeze.
By Denise shaw5 years ago in Humans
A reflection on not saying goodbye
I admit I could have cherished you more before last November. I did my best with the time I thought I had. I guess I did have. You taught me lessons in your profound silence. We all see how your ripple kept us together like glue. I do not regret who I was but I can safely say I am fucking full of sorrow I cant physically show you who I am becoming and where I am going. You were there for me in some dark times. You never judged me at least never out loud. You just witnessed my storms and shared the laughter I let surface. You were there before the crucible. You were playful and that allowed me to be a bit more like myself when I always felt I had to be a rock. A shut in of emotions. You were relentless in who you were and how you lived. I respect your life time. I hope you feel the shrine I make for you in my soul.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Humans
Crown
Page 184 Money. What was it about money that allured him so? If only he found a rational way of earning it. Was it the flashing lights, the expedience in the air, the taboo… which now drove a young Kyle Harrison, out from his school, down the street, and into the local bistro… the pokies.
By Bradley Marshall5 years ago in Humans
Of Orphans and Secrets
Had Lord Christopher Jonathan Morgan Senior and Lady Annabeth Juliet Morgon known that the morning of December 17th, 1822 would be the last day they would hold and kiss their beautiful baby boy, the two most likely would not have ventured into town.
By Sandie Minne5 years ago in Humans
Albert's Antiques
There were many times in the day that Albert would look out the window into the horizon and let his mind drift. He would do this when he woke up to the birds chirping and the rain pouring, waiting for the kettle to boil for his morning cup of tea, when he sat down for dinner in the final hours of the day. Hypnotised by the rolling hills he would let his mind melt into their beauty. The windows were his only connection to the world in Lockdown and he took much delight in gazing out of them. This time brings back the unpleasant memories of the Second World War, of being a young man hiding away at every turn for fear of danger, waiting for the moment to be called into unjustified action. This trait seams to have unfortunately followed him for his entire life, only to be amplified by the current uncertainties.
By India Grant5 years ago in Humans
The $20,000 Obituary
The $20,000 Obituary By Ryan Matthew Randquist She was a romantic at heart. Growing up in a rural Oregon town with little to do in the days before there was internet or iPhones, Cathy would spend her free time reading romance novels. The winter months in Oregon were often dark and wet and the summer months were hot and humid so going outside was not much of an option. Sure she helped her mom around the house but reading was her escape from life and continued to be so after she graduated high school, got married and started a family of her own.
By Matthew Randquist5 years ago in Humans
