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.
Priceless Treasures
It was early evening and the setting sun had cast the mountain in a golden haze. Wrinkled hands held tightly to a chest, which reflected the sun in such a way that it created a halo of light around the old man’s head. His arms grew tired; he hadn’t expected it to be this heavy. Or maybe it was him who had gotten weaker. He chose not to dwell on that, instead lowering himself onto the stump of what had once been a massive spruce tree. In his left jacket pocket was a small black notebook, the one item he always carried with him. Pulling it out, he ran his hand over the rounded corners of the notebook, mindlessly fingering the elastic closure. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and allowed the memories to wash over him . . .
By Kristen Nazzaro5 years ago in Humans
Hear Your Fortunes Change
Marcy Blaire sat on her porch waiting for the mail carrier. It was the third day in a row she sat in anticipation of the big delivery. It wasn’t as if she had better things to do. She was out of a job because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut and told one of the team leads to jump off a bridge. She didn’t think it was that serious, but HR told her it was a pattern of rude remarks and they terminated her employment. She couldn’t deny that she had a short fuse and vocalized it too often at work. She had always avoided curse words, but on more than one occasion she suggested inappropriate actions to those she felt were shit at their job. HR said she also scared some of her coworkers. So, it was a short goodbye. Now she sat waiting because she believed the strange woman at the end of a nameless road.
By Tom Stasio5 years ago in Humans
Like A Real Pirate
It was as if some invisible prankster had pulled the rug out from under her feet. Without warning, Everly slipped off the very last step of the carpeted stairway, falling right onto her side. Using her hands to regain that lost balance, she gave herself the extra push needed to get her back to her feet.
By Bird House5 years ago in Humans
Pages from the little black notebook
Charlie blankly stared out her window into the Vinyard aisles. She had moved to the Okanagan valley a couple months ago from her Humbolt hometown, to be closer to her boy friend, Greg. She looked over at the little black notebook, then over at the little piece of paper that he tore out of it and wrote 7 measly words on it that read; “I’m sorry, Charlie. I’ve met someone else.”
By Kelsie Knox5 years ago in Humans
Blood of a Rose
All-day at school I felt like something big was going to happen... something bad. I just didn't know what it was. I had a feeling deep in the pit of my gut. My friend lizzy tried distracting me. She was telling me about Amanda Shirlwind's latest boyfriend. Her story was interesting enough considering Amanda is the school slut and was an everyday gossip. Leaving her alone with your boyfriend could be a mistake that would likely cost you your relationship. I mean there is the occasional guy that turns Amanda down but that's a rarity among teenage boys.
By Cindy Caratachea5 years ago in Humans
Purple Inked Names
Tuesday morning just isn’t the same without a stop into the local coffee shop, notebook tucked under my arm and a delicately steaming cappuccino to help me pass the time into early afternoon. Except today isn’t Tuesday, after all, is it? No, it’s Wednesday. Somehow even my little black book and I can’t keep track of these awkward days passing a little too swiftly - even for me.
By Madison Rene'5 years ago in Humans
A Lucky Sign
Jason eyed his third duffle skeptically. Two were already bursting at the seams with going-away presents and this last was approaching critical mass. He did not want to show up at his dorm with more bags than he could carry, especially since he was now out of real luggage.
By TJ Ziv-Wynn5 years ago in Humans
Finding Me
It was one of those days: the days where your eyes fill with tears every time you turn a corner, the days where each breath is more difficult than that last, the days where anything and everything feels like its going wrong. The noise in my head was so loud that I couldn’t hear myself think. The self-doubt quickly became self-hatred and I needed to run. I got in my car and went to the place where breathing always comes easy: the woods.
By Amanda Jodoin5 years ago in Humans
Audreys suprise
Once Upon a time in a very busy city lived a modestly sweet young woman known as Audrey. On a bustling street full of Character and charm, amongst unusual book shops, hipster cafes with thriving plants and eccentric art stores sat a kooky apothecary.
By Nicole Cooper5 years ago in Humans
