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.
... and the angel departed ...
MAMA B’AR AND LUTHIFER PERRY COUNTY, KENTUCKY Fall 1930 Sometimes, a lucky break can open up opportunities and brighten horizons for everyone touched by the rays of that lucky sun. Other times, it can merely confer power on an unworthy person who lacks compassion, allowing her to dominate, control, and destroy the destinies of others.
By Steve Savage5 years ago in Humans
Finders Keepers
Who knew waiting at the bar for my call in order would change my life. As I waited patiently I over here these two beautiful sisters talking about their sexcapades. The shorter one with the cute pixie cut dug her hand into her purse and pulled out a Little Black Book. She said, “This is the Book of Life!!” Every man I’ve ever been with is in this book.” I’m naive. I my 26 years of life I’ve only had 2 partners. I can’t even give them a grade because who do I have to compare them to. I’m thinking to myself why would someone keep a record of that type of information and why would a woman have such a book?I can easily see a man keeping such records.
By Karen English 5 years ago in Humans
The Miracle Book
“LaSalle & Clark is next” came the voice over the loud speaker of the train Lisa was riding to work. She gathered her backpack and stood up. The train came to a stop and Lisa followed others getting off at LaSalle & Clark. Today was Tuesday, 3 days from payday and 3 days from the stress of knowing that her paycheck would not cover the amount of bills that needed to be paid.
By Maria Williams-Bell5 years ago in Humans
What Happened?
I have to start in the middle of the story. I can’t start at the beginning because 1. I can’t remember it; 2. you wouldn’t like me; or 3. I am under a top-secret oath not to tell you. Unfortunately, this is now my life. If you ask me a question, three immediate answers pop into my slightly damaged brain. Maybe I have always been this way or maybe this is new. I really can’t remember farther than about a month ago. That’s when I woke up, in a hospital, with amnesia. Or at least, that’s what they tell me. Here’s what I know or what I think I know.
By Shari Bera5 years ago in Humans
"Cortado"
She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. She never could smell the kind aroma that constantly filled the air around her throughout the work day. But as the end of another grueling shift concluded, she would slowly begin to recognize the grounds of coffee microscopically floating in the air. Her silent partner in staying awake from dawn until dusk. They too were now off the clock and her work for the day was finally over.
By Fabricating Fiction5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Now I got myself out some jams before but this one was not what it seemed to be. Sitting in the Governor's office wondering why I placed that bet in the first place. The moment she sit down I knew I needed something to drink before she had the opportunity to sit. I reached for the needed quench anyway. Sensation of thrust was more now, then it once was. Knocking over the water and remembering nothing of how the glass was filled. And at that same time suddenly everything washed over me. 7:00 am starting the week like any other day, didn't wanna move out of the position I was laying in bed. Crouching over the side of the bed leaning forward to raise, slowly got dressed and there after, morning routine. I find my friends Little Black Book outside my house in the yard, "paying no never mind" Picking the book up, Och a paper cut? With force, I through the book into my car. Planning to return the book on the work site. My friend Cory has changed over the years he's shown distance but nothing to worry about. Whenever I asked, showing concern he tells me he's okay. Coming up to the job site it escapes me on the way to the restroom. He finds me, tells me that he was even looking for his book. Letting him know I have the book outside in my car. After work on my way home, I noticed the book was still there it must have got away from both of us. Sitting in my house reading the newspaper noticing its so many people capable of winning the lottery. Slamming the newspaper down I wondered for a moment what it would be like to win, additionally was the lottery fixed. Feeling discouraged, I opened the Little Black Book it cuts me again where the blood splatter drops I noticed he has hit the lottery, a couple times! Also glanced where he had already written numbers for the picking. I quickly shut the book and put it down depriving my thoughts from finishing the plan that develops as quickly as I read the numbers. Sleeping was hard knowing that it is a way to live better, the next morning my mind still pressed on the numbers in the book. I succumb in to the plan that unraveled in my weakest moment. I return the book to Cory and for a moment I paused waiting for a second of guilt, there wasn't any just a thanks. I guess I needed that guilt for spending my money, taking a chance on them numbers. I do not believe in the lottery but this can help take me out of this financial funk. I felt like the day was just another day and this job was work once again, only slower. On my way home listening to the radio the lottery numbers where playing. Thinking to myself he's been in my car listening the lottery numbers. Taking the ticket out of my pocket seeing what I played. The winning numbers matched! Now why am I sitting in the governor's office with sweaty palms. The Governor wanted to congratulate me on the winning lottery pick also to inform that only one ticket in the state to do so. 500,000,000 grand prize winner. I didn't know how to feel. Waking up in the hospital thinking it was all a dream, it wasn't I fainted! My friend sitting there puzzle and I'm wondering what he's gonna do because a the moment I'm handicap! Shaking hands seeing people I don't normally see had me dizzy. It's official my life had literally changed over night. This doesn't happen to people like me. I didn't appreciate my life I barley called my mom or anyone for that matter. Cory walks back in after everyone leaves and slugs me. I agree. I had that coming, then he shakes my hand and tells me you owe me, responding shaking my head to agree. He leans toward me and whispers in my ear be careful of what you wish for, the book is not a regular book you see what you want to see inside. He places the book on my chest and tells me keep this book on you wherever you go. I noticed a tear from his face fell on my arm, on his way out the hospital room he tells me be careful and you owe me, this time with a smile. I shout to him, "call me later". Leaving the hospital feeling like nothing's changed. Checking my phone voice mail prompted out my messages informs me my friend Cory has been in a car accident. On my way home walking up to the front door a letter shows half way outside from the entrance. Taking the letter and reading,
By Terrance Jackson5 years ago in Humans
My Destiny I Win
Wow, I want you to gather closely as I spin this tale that of how a magical gift found its way to me. Not in its normal fashion but just the same this gift was bestowed upon me and it lights the fire to many many more wonderful gifts that are in the wake. Wishing and praying for a miracle to win a lottery, a chance at the slots, or just some type of commuppance to ease the strife of making ends meet. But with many attempts the miracle ceased to exist for me. I tried day in and day out but nothing materialized. Let's not forget for one second that luck hardly found its way to me. But there was an ember that always stayed lit that whispered you are destined. Never in one million years did I ever believe that my ship would come in such an unorthodox way. I was strolling through a park in my area and I tired from walking and came upon a bench that urged me to take a seat and catch my breath. I did so and to my surprise was a lovely mole skinned little black book. Before I even touched it I looked all around to see if anyone misplaced it and was returning to retreive it. I sat there for what seems like forever but it was only about an hour. I left a note on the bench with my cell number, and implicit instructions to call and contact me if they lost something personal and special. No one returned so I prayed on it and decided that I must now be the new rightful owner. I will give it two weeks and if no one calls then I will feel satisfied that I am the new owner, and whatever the little black book contains now will be mine. Two weeks seemed like decades and I almost forgot I still had the book. It took me some time to gather the courage to open an and then look inside to see what lies within the pages. I imagined a whole host of things. From telephone numbers of the rich and famous to poems of love to something so valuable that that had to be passed on from person to person to enrich their lives for a short period of time. Magic exists as long as we believe in it and when it's your turn to experience it's wonderful guise to explore and enjoy the ride. I arrived home at about 3:30 p.m. and I still have yet to open the book. Something inside me told me that I would know the exact moment when I should gaze upon the pages of the little black book I found in the park. It's been well over two weeks and the book lies exactly where I put it on my bookshelf. In fact it remained there for three and half months. It was a very strange day for me and it was one of those day where nothing goes right. It was like luck was not on my side no matter what I did. Depressed I decided to make a nice cup of hot tea and grab a book to read I needed to change my mood and books always sparked a light of discovery within me. I was drawn to the almost forgotten little black book. I finally was ready to gaze upon its contents. In doing so something wonderful came over me. there were implicit instuctions of what I must do to win $20,000. I figured what the worst that could happen I could lose. I followed the instructions to the letter. I went to my neighborhood store and played the numbers I was instructed to play on the day, I was instructed to play it and the rest was in God's hands. The next day I checked the number and I won. A difference a day makes I want to thank that Angel who left me a gift. It came at a time that I needed it and had the ability to appreciate it. Thank you little black book I am forever indebted to you. Now it's my turn to pay it forward and leave a little black book with a blessing for someone else who needs one. I will always remember this gift and the story behind it. I will share this Story and experience with my children and hope that they will share it with their children. A legacy in the making that was started by a "Little Black Book"
By Diane Morris5 years ago in Humans
Shali’s Closet. Top Story - January 2021.
“It should really be easier, than this.” Shali’s heartbeat began to quicken slightly. She could feel the tension setting into her jaw, and the silence of the inside of her closet becoming louder. This was panic, right? Had to be. Panic must be setting in. Or sheer frustration, at the minimum. Less because of the severity of the situation, and more because of how undone Shali was letting herself become over something so trivial...
By Shivani // शिवानी5 years ago in Humans
Hoodwinked In My Sleep
I went to bed just like anyone else, I’ve had lucid dreams before, but this was something else, this was most likely an astral projection. I fell asleep peacefully when suddenly I became awake and conscious, it was pitch black, I couldn’t see anything, I soon became aware something had been placed over my head, shortly after the hood was lifted, standing in front of me, just over an arm’s reach away was a young, slim woman with large round red eyes piercing back at me, I instantly jolted with shock, but I didn’t awaken from this dream, so how could this be a dream? I was also aware there were others standing behind me, so I couldn’t run away, nor did I attempt too, if I could, where was I going to run?
By David Gambier5 years ago in Humans
