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.
The Magic Little Black Book That Changed My Life
My name is Exquisite Lee. As a career, I get paid for my creativity, and I'm about to tell you this story of a book that changed my life magically. I am the single mother of three, 30 years old and nothing to show for my life except tenacity. I dream big, I go hard, and I believe in the power a person holds to manifest the life they deserve, but it wasn't until I came across a little black book that I ever even thought of magic being real. I wrote in this book the same story I'm telling you. May this story fill your life with magic and prosperity.
By Maya J Stephens5 years ago in Humans
The Mysterious Gift
Where is Oakwood? Exactly. You never heard of it before and its not the kind of place that just screams at you 'hey come visit me'. It was a small rural community in North Carolina known for, well pretty much nothing. This day in particular I was running late for work, walking the down the street of my beat-up neighborhood. My walk actually became a sprint as I was trying to catch the 8 a.m. bus so I can get to work on time. As I was sprinting I bumped into this sweet old lady named Ms. Washington, she have lived in the neighborhood for years and every one knew her. I apologized to her quickly as I made my way on the bus. After I arrived to Jazzy Jambalaya Joint on 4th street I proceeded to clock in and get on with today's menu. Our specialty was of course Jambalaya, it was my Grandma's recipe that I had perfected. I took off my coat and this little black book fell out of my pocket. It wasn't mine so I immediately began to look around, curious as to how it got into my pocket. I thought about it for a second and realized Ms. Washington must have put it there, but why? I shook off that feeling so I can start cooking today's specials but that thought just lingered in the back of my head. If you know me you know I am a curious individual so I told Miguel to take over and cover for me while I investigate what happened. I tried to find Ms. Washington but when I arrived to her apartment, her neighbors told me she left and wouldn't be back for some time. So, you know me, I opened the little black book and what I saw inside was shocking. It appeared to be an account number listed beside the name of our local bank and it had a little footnote beside the account. The note said " This is my life savings and I would like for you to have this because you have proven yourself worthy and deserving. Make wise choices. Love Mom". Now I am really confused by all this because I really never knew my mom, because she left me when I was 2 years old. I am now 43 years old and never even thought about her after I got over the fact she was never coming back. Could it be, could Ms. Washington be my mom? I had to find out, so I went to the bank and talked to the bank associates about this account. The associate confirmed that the account was in my name and belonged to me. I was flabbergasted by this ordeal and wondering what was going on, it didn't make sense. The bank associate then handed me a slip of paper and it showed that I had a balance of $187,563 in this account. I never said a word about it to anyone until now. Ms. Washington was my mother and she came into some money and set up this account in my name because she felt terribly wrong about leaving me and this is how she wanted to repay me. I ended up giving the money to a local charity because I didn't want her money, I had already received my blessings. All I ever wanted was her love. I went back to the Jazzy's and finished my Jambalaya and just thought like wow, I've seen this woman around for 17 years and the whole time... she was my mother.
By John Gonzalez5 years ago in Humans
A Matter of Great Haste
Lady Edith ran her hands along her skirts, peering at herself critically in the glass of the shop’s window. Her heart was hammering hard beneath her stays; Edith imagined she would be able to see it, should she glance down. Her sister, Eleanor, had assured her that her outfit was perfect for every occasion, an innocent rosy pink with a stylish cut to the jacket and a jaunty hat to match, but Eleanor hadn’t known about this particular occasion. No, this time Edith had struck out entirely on her own. Sighing, she reached into her reticule and retrieved her father’s letter. She had read it so many times that it was nearly committed to memory; still, she re-read the paragraph of interest once again.
By Edith (yesterday4)5 years ago in Humans
Golden Nuggets
Page one Golden Nuggets In The little black book. 🌅 📓 Page two. It was a warm sunny day in the highlands,Marie looked out the window, she could see the deer not far from her home , the sun was shining on the water making it look like silver. She was excited . Today was the highland games She always enjoyed them, especially the band parade at the end of the games, seeing everyone in their Kilts, and different colours, they came from Canada, and America, and Ireland to participate with the local Scots. She also loved the crafts on sale, the tastings, and seeing what was on offer. She was especially excited because their was a new platform this year, a poetry competition, and she was astounded, at the prizes they had to offer. she was entering one of her own poems, she would not know the results that day. Representatives of the company holding the competition, were going to be there to accept the entries, and they will take them back to their publishing company, and have them judged, the lucky people who are selected to win a prize will be notified in another six weeks time. She knew the top prize was for twenty thousand, dollars she could certainly do with it, If she was lucky enough to win, she knew exactly how she would use it, for her future. Marie picked up her little black notebook, that held her golden nuggets, as she liked to call them, she had an envelope inside with her entry. She took the entry out, and checked it again, for the third time, making sure there were no spelling mistakes, and everything flowed. She hoped she had picked the right one, her black notebook was full of them, but she liked this poem.She read it out loud to make sure it flowed.
By Kathleen Merry5 years ago in Humans
Big Dreams in a Small Book
Moe and Molly Skine were exuberant. It was closing day on their new home, and they were chatting with their broker, Ms. Cara Little. Owning a house meant a lot to the Skines’. They came from poor simple backgrounds in the heart of 1950s Pennsylvania and had grown up in the same row of tired old brick row homes. It was there they had met and fallen in love. Affording a house meant that they had to scrimp and save every penny they could. It took almost ten years but they were on the way to accomplish what they had set out to do; ensuring their children had a better childhood and a brighter future than they ever had.
By Max Horowitz5 years ago in Humans
Manifest Destiny
I remember the hair on his fingers spiralled and curled like a little hair forest just above the knuckle which was boney and thick. His nails were too long for a man and one had dirt under it. I wanted to hate his long bony hands and hairy fingers, but I loved him. Despite everything I still loved him. I tried not to cry. I sat there and listened. The therapist said, it was good to take a pause and listen to one another and so I clenched my jaw shut.
By Lorie Hope5 years ago in Humans
