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.
EXIT DATE
As a child, Hartley was born with imperfect teeth, a dental condition called Dentinogenesis imperfecta which resulted in a lack of enamel and was reflected in a smile of yellowed, chipped teeth. Hartley rarely smiled because when she did, she felt the judging glare of her classmates. Sometimes kids would yell out “Hartley, why are your teeth so yellow? Don’t you brush them?!” At first, it hurt her feelings to hear those comments, so she would shy away on the playground and become a recluse. But then she learned better. She became accustomed to pulling away from her classmates at recess. She sat on a swing, went quietly inside her own skin, and became still, resulting in a beautiful gift that allowed her immunity from ridicule as a child and served her all the days of her life. The gift? She became an astute observer.
By Kathleen Thompson5 years ago in Humans
Bella
I woke late Saturday morning at the Royal Botanical Hotel. It was my last week of work before I was scheduled to leave that sweltering place for home. Equatorial countries are always hot but Equamelda was bordering on inhospitable. The sun had not reached overhead when it began to scorch the faces of the poor hotel staff working out back. From my suite, they looked like little worker ants running around doing their best to keep frequent guests like I was, happy.
By Calvin Niles5 years ago in Humans
Eidi's Gift
Eidi stared down at his lap in unbelief. The check fluttered in the breeze as he sat in silence. It was only yesterday that he had left Abdu, and paced outside his cousin’s apartment, breathing inarticulate prayers to the heavens. Only yesterday that Mariama had felt farther away than ever. At this time of year the blazing African sun would be beating down on her black skin. It was hard to imagine in the creeping chill of a Georgia winter.
By A.R. Garrett5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Her elbows rested on the table with both palms supporting her head. There she was, silently crying while her teardrops delicately fell on her little dog’s back softly sleeping on her lap. “Why, but why?” She felt sad and confused from knowingly not understanding exactly what she had accepted.
By Alice K.S.5 years ago in Humans
Debt Worth
Debt Worth It started innocently enough, as I suppose all addictions do. Karen’s concern over her bills had caused her to start writing down her outstanding debts, the money she had on hand, her incoming wages and expected or even unexpected purchases. It was a haphazard personal balance sheet for herself that she updated regularly. These were written first on the backs of parking, or ATM or even grocery store receipts after moderate purchases, updating to the minute, her net worth. Periodic, ad hoc calculations kept in a bundle of receipts did not sate her for long. Soon, it became every day. Twice a day. Three times a day. She made a homemade “book” out of paper stapled down the middle and folded. To anyone else, it was a bramble of meaningless numbers. When her ex-boyfriend, Kevin, had given Karen the beautiful, slick, black bound Moleskine notebook, she was beyond thankful. It may have been the most thoughtful gift she had ever received. Kevin had seen her chaotic accounting system and gave her a way to make those notations gracefully, on lined, sturdy pages, with a place at the top to put the date and time. When he gave her the book, he jokingly had labeled it the “captain’s log” as an homage to their mutual love of the kitsch “Star Trek” series of the 1960s. Although Captain Kirk was the one who made notations in the “captain’s log” each week, Karen was much more the logical, restrained, precise, less emotional Mr. Spock, drafting her updated net worth any time she made a significant transaction. Her thoughts, concerns, anxieties and even dreams were reduced to numbers on a page.
By Thom Tyler5 years ago in Humans
Prophet C
Book of Prophet C You don’t know what you don’t know but you know what you know. There isn’t a way to explain it any better. That hunch, your gut feeling, you just know; all are viable expressions for it. Most every one of us share this strange phenomenon at one point or another in our personal lives. Just as sure as sure can be there are other peculiarities that are commonly acknowledged by those open-minded souls such as you who are reading this.
By Barry Irvine5 years ago in Humans
Stranger WORDS
The subway exhales as cars whizz past the platform. The tracks squeal and groan, protesting the relentless jostling and never-ending exchange of lustless bodies; like an unhappy digestive system preparing to purge itself of poison. The souls burdened by the responsibilities of their flesh, pay one another the same regard as inanimate objects.
By Emma Bradley-Island5 years ago in Humans
