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.
Desiree and the Little Black Book
Desiree and the Little Black Book Desiree for the life of her had no idea why she had been followed. Or why her back account suddenly had $20,000 deposited in it. Or how a little black book mysteriously ended up in the large leather messenger bag she used for work.
By Kathie McMullen5 years ago in Humans
Bad Girl House
A choir rehearsal never went by without a guy named Dan shamelessly attempting to get the attention of every girl in the room. He acted just the little boys on the play ground pulling the pigtails of the girls he liked before running away. I suppose that he had never outgrown that childish manner of flirting. I wouldn’t have described what he was doing as charming, but he deserved an A for effort. Most of the other girls avoided him, or at least ignored him the best that they could. Some of them already knew what he was like, because he was also in the marching band with them. The band had started practicing over the summer because of the football season, so they had a slight advantage on the singers that hadn’t met him yet. I was one of the girls that he hadn’t seen, so he must have seen it as an opportunity to see how I would react. He would often tap me on the shoulder, and wave at me with a goofy grin on his face when I turned around. On a day that he was being particularly annoying, he wouldn’t stop tapping me on the shoulder during a rehearsal. We were standing on risers, practicing for an upcoming concert, so there already wasn’t a lot of personal space to speak of. Dan had been placed behind me. Every time the director stopped the choir, I felt his finger tapping at me. The first few times I turned around to see him looking around at the ceiling. I just smiled. After a few more taps, I had to start ignoring him. I was taking our rehearsal seriously, and I had had enough. His tapping got a little bit harder, but I still didn’t turn around. He must have gotten the message, because he gave up for the day.
By Kathy Sees5 years ago in Humans
The Wishing Book
It started when I cleaned out a box of donations to the thrift store. The owner had decided most things in the box were too old or ratty to sell, and I was picking through to see if there was anything worth repurposing. That was when I found the little black book, wrapped up in a pink knit sweater full of holes. It was worn, pages yellowed… probably an old journal of some kind, added by mistake. I flipped it open, curious about the story it had to tell – but the inside was blank. Completely blank, except for three words written in sprawling cursive at the top: The Wishing Book.
By Miranda McNeff5 years ago in Humans
Mile-A-Minute
It was a morning so average it would give you nightmares. There was nothing notable about the weather, no major events that had taken place the night before. I wish I could say it was a normal nothing, like four ice cubes in your drink instead of five, or a missing pickle on your burger, but it wasn’t. She looked serious, grave almost, but she was studying, it was normal. However, me being the worrywart I always am, I asked if everything was okay.
By Ismael Ferro5 years ago in Humans
Spiritual Age
Her name was Age. Age is the Norse word for Ancestor, the young women had a striking almost eerie, resemblance to that of her Great Grandmother. Age possesses a timeless, innocent beauty. Her eyes which seem to reflect the ancient past, are the color of multifaceted, sapphires. Her skin shimmers of golden teak from the Florida Keys sun. Like a modern-day gypsy, her long amber tresses flow dreamily in the wind, untamed and without apology. Her spirit did not fit well within society, or traditional jobs deemed suitable for young women in the 21st century.
By Shawna Savage 5 years ago in Humans
Quit Monkeyin’ Around and Run For The Hills
I observe my surroundings from my cage with my warm hands clamping the frigid metal fence and my eyes passing from person to person. My attention was held by the final tent that had been mounted into the ground by the tired, angry workmen. It now stood 33 feet into the glum, cloudy sky.
By Dream Silas5 years ago in Humans
A Generational Curse
After my mother’s passing, I learned that she left me three things: $20,000, our family home, and a small locked safe with a key. I’m grateful for the things I was given, but I’ll leave this safe as a personal relic for her & her eternal soul.
By Janae Galbearth5 years ago in Humans
The Ravine
We walk forward every day of our lives. Sometimes we must take a step or two back to figure out how to keep going. But what if one day you suddenly leap way ahead? You no longer understand where you are in life. Taking that step back to understand becomes impossible because that leap took you over a ravine. That was how it felt when the bank informed me of the large sum that was entered into my account.
By Van Geheim5 years ago in Humans
