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.
Take Flight Kiwi pt.1
Zach relaxed in the shade of the pohutukawa tree, a masterpiece of nature. It was February and soon the crimson blossoms of the New Zealand Christmas tree would wither and fall. Zach had been coming to this spot for the past few mornings, to unwind and listen to the bird song. Clouds were forming rapidly and the wind was growing stronger, it was Zach’s favorite time of day, but he had laid here long enough, it was time to leave. He reluctantly stood, and turned to the sound of sudden footsteps. It was his friend John, who lived in a cabin on the east side of the lake.
By Geoffrey Ganda5 years ago in Humans
Lost and Found
I did it! Patricia Watts, DDS at your service. I am a recent grad from dentistry school. I am a fifth-generation Dentist on my paternal side. So, I guess you can call my family "The teeth people." Our family motto is, "Smile when you're happy, smile when you're sad. If God gave you teeth, you should be glad". Today is indeed a happy day for me. I heard the magic words, "Congratulations, you're hired," from Ms. Tucker, the Smiley Dentistry hiring manager. Those words were music to my ears; however, starting a new job can be both exciting and frustrating at the same time.
By Shanell Pritchett5 years ago in Humans
Half of a Treasure Map
Jenna almost threw the letter away, thinking it was junk mail. It wasn't mailed, merely taped to her door. Something stopped her as she ripped open the envelope and pulled out the folded pieces of paper. One was a letter and the other was a ripped map.
By Jude Liebermann5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
The sun peeked its rays through the vertical blinds on Rose’s waking face as she opened her eyes to a view of memories that were forgotten during her sleep. The scent in the pillow, the comfort of the worn out blanket that kept her warm that night were all signs of her mother who was viciously murdered. Her heart hurt with each beat while her tears fell endlessly in what felt like an abyss of turmoil. Why would anyone want to hurt her, she thought to herself over and over again knowing she’d never get an answer since the case went cold, left unsolved. Rose knew there had to be more to the story, her mother wasn’t the type of woman to get mixed up with anything that would result in her death. At least she didn’t think so.
By Carla Alexander5 years ago in Humans
Empty Pages
Perhaps it was her love of paper that helped April spot the little black notebook, half-hidden beneath a drift of crisp yellow leaves on a bench she always passed on her way home from work. She liked collecting little notebooks, just to have them as much as to actually write in them. She had three shoeboxes full of blank ones. Such lovely, pristine empty pages, just full of potential.
By Jennifer Riley5 years ago in Humans
Amber
Amber 1705 April 15th. A young girl is standing on the edge of a cliff looking at the ocean. Her long brown hair is waving down her back every time the wind blows. Her sky blue eyes are filled with tears as the ship is pulling to the docks. She looks down at people rushing to meet their loved ones and coast control is about to have a closer look at the ship and the orders that it carries. This ship is supposed to bring wool and amber just like Jhons ship was supposed to.
By zivile zazirskaite5 years ago in Humans
Oddbook
In my usual morning routine, I woke up before the sun rose and made my fear of the dark obsolete. Yeah, I know. Still afraid of the dark at this age. In many instances, I have no clue to which age group I belong though. I'm the kid in the company I work for, while visiting home, younger siblings revere me as an adult. Guess cash does the trick.
By Elena-Andrada Cretu5 years ago in Humans
