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.
Baby
All was peaceful at the farm. The spring lambs had merrily skipped their way into the barn at sunset and were snuggled with their woolly parents sleeping peacefully. The dogs were bedded down in soft hay next to the door, resting after a long day. In the little house past the little garden, Father was dozing by the fire while Mother finished her mending. Baby slept in her cradle.
By Mar Kaisla5 years ago in Humans
The figure from the closet
Growing up in Harvey—a Chicago suburb—was as good as it could get for a young girl like myself. My family and I weren't filthy rich nor were we dirt poor. My carpenter father and nurse mother (who worked the night shift and slept during the day) did the best they could to give us a safe and happy life, even in a less than savory neighborhood. But my perspective at the age of 8 was a tad bit different. I loved my town and I adored my friends.
By Meg Thee Tiger5 years ago in Humans
The Owl and the Leshen
The sound of a tree, moving by its own will, haunted the woods that night. The wind always seemed to bring a swift, inescapable chill, but this night felt different. Whilst the cold remained, pure sorrow and rage quieted the earth. Nearby, a village had been constructed right outside of the forest path, and the woods resented man: conquerer of the earth.
By Getyourmindright5 years ago in Humans
Shadows of Loneliness
In a world of unprecedented events and uncontrollable circumstances, you find yourself making a decision. You find yourself asking not yourself, but another. Was it a wise decision? Are you ready to open your heart, are you ready to find out what you’re hiding? It’s been so many years do you remember what it is? Of course you do! It may not be the fear, It may not be the anger. But it will have to be faced, this darkness that hides so deep inside, will finally come out or it will continue to control you forever. But the fear grows, The remembered scars begin to burn. Can you trust again? I have asked this question a thousand times and every time the question is always No, don’t fucking do it! But YOU reached out, you made the first move… Now your petrified, What’s gonna happen? Have you made this mistake before? Or is this something that can actually exist? You see everyone else, all of them standing with each other. Together, they are standing with each other, but you… You continue to stand in the shadows, staying in the darkness. Hoping you don’t get noticed, praying no one comes for you, they always have a hard time finding you when you’re hidden from sight. You never did feel like you belonged anywhere, making fake smiles everyday. Hiding your true feelings from the world. But this time… Why did you do it? What force overtook this action and you actually reached out into the world with an open heart. How confident are you? You have not tried for this long for a reason… Or was it really a reason or just ignorance, and stupidity? Why does this one feel different? What is it that makes her shine so bright? The spirit that lays so deep, the beautiful soul that has been scared and neglected? Is it because you are the same? Is there a recognition of pain that has taken place, so deep, so subconscious that it cannot be identified? You have made the move, you will follow through in the morning, the nervousness begins to set in… You have never been good at conversation with the ones you are attracted to. Your silence always does more damage than good, your tied up tongue where does this come from? Why are you so good at freezing and never finding the right words? Fuck man, You did it. Why you did it, cannot be explained. Your mind keeps telling you that this is the dumbest thing that you’ve done in a long time. What happens if things do work out? What happens if things don’t work out? But every bone, every muscle, my heart, my gut… They all tell me that I need to talk to you, That this time I need to make this step. I can no longer let my fears and pain define my choices. This loneliness, is it really what you want for yourself? You have been screaming inside for years. Hurting alone, and scared. This world has never presented many opportunities, or perhaps it presented too many too soon, only to be taken away before I could make the choice? You have always been relied on by others, have you ever relied on others? You have asked for help, yes. But have you ever actually relied on them? You have always stayed strong in face… But behind that mask you wear everyday is the real scars. The pain deep inside, that lets you know how useless you feel. How insecure you feel about yourself and your job. How this appearance of confidence is just to keep others from asking. Keep them away from your pain. If they don’t know that it is there, they will not come looking. Kept tight for years, locked up and never to be seen or heard. The pain forgotten in appearance, but killing you inside. You don’t care about yourself, that is evident in your lack of care for yourself. Sleep has not existed for 2 weeks now, the insomnia getting worse the older you get, the longer you hide yourself. Eating? Is this a joke, How many meals do you eat in one day? One, don’t make me laugh! Your ass can’t even remember the last time you had an actual meal, sitting down at an actual table with others. This lifestyle has not existed to you, It does not exist to you now. So you continue to feed yourself like you deserve. Like the peasant that you are, nothing but the bottom of the barrel. These scraps are what you get, they are all you give yourself. How many times have you starved yourself because you did not think you deserved to eat. Why did you not deserve to eat? Because your useless ass did not do anything, so why would you get rewarded with being able to have food? Is food a reward? Why do you think like this… What pain is it that hides so deep you are slowly killing yourself with cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol? What has the pain of life taken from you, that has left you smashed, broken, and unfinished. Your feelings of uselessness, your feeling of never being able to do anything right. You have been fucking up your whole life, Never getting it right. You failed, you broke, and you gave up when the world told you that you were not good enough. And now after years of hiding yourself from others, You have invited someone in… And why? I cannot say it is an attraction that is physical, mental, and spiritually. This is so new, this is unknown. Is it real? Can it be that something so beautiful can exist? Will she understand you, will she be willing to let you in? This door you have opened is full of unknown feelings, unknown thoughts. The Excitement is making it impossible to sleep, The fear is making the clock speed by. In a time of unprecedented events and uncontrollable circumstances, you have reached out for a hand. Will it hold on? If this one let’s go will you ever try again? Probably not, I give it one more try, in this attempt to open my mind, my heart, and my soul. I will either find out that I am supposed to be here alone, or only ever as a friend. But Maybe... perhaps a love can grow. You know that you love too easily sometimes, that your heart being opened gets denied often and every time the pain is deeper than you have ever let on. You like to tell people to see the positive, look at the bright side! This… This is the biggest lie that you tell... because in your mind the positive is bullshit. It has never truly worked out for you. You have tried but in the end the shadows creep over you and soon you find yourself back with your good ole friend the dark! Where hiding is easy, and others cannot recognize the hurt caused by so many throughout your life. It is this pain, this hurt, and insecurity that keeps you from going out in the world. You go to work with your fake smile and get the job done, pretending to be the goof that makes the place better. But has anyone ever truly looked into your soul? Have they tried? When her eyes meet mine, I can’t help but turn away. her gaze so... Beautiful, so deep, so piercing. It feels as though she can see through me when I make that eye contact. But it stops you, it freezes your thoughts and stops your heart. For it has seen your pain, even when you pretended it did not exist, when you tried to smile those piercing eyes saw the truth of your soul. They saw something that you do not even recognize. A feeling so new that it has fucked up your head and thoughts. Unable to focus, unable to do anything. Mind constantly wandering back to the one who took you by surprise… Why did this happen, is it actually something that can grow deeper and stronger than friendship? You actually made the try, you actually are stepping out of your shell. It was not easy, it required the help of smoking, drinking and deep contemplation in a place you have refused to go to for almost a decade. The pain going back before relationships.
By Daniel Willey5 years ago in Humans
One Of The Most Famous Orgies In History Was Held By Former Cardinal Cesare Borgia at the Papal Palace in 1501
A symbol of virtue and holiness the Papal Palace Has a Much More Salacious Past Around the world and throughout history, people have looked to Rome and the Catholic Church as a symbol of virtue, morality, and a compass to guide the average person away from temptation and towards more ethereal pursuits.
By Jessica Bugg5 years ago in Humans
A Dream
This is a story about a dream I recently had....it may not make sense but I hope that it brings you some enjoyment. I was working with some people, two men to be exact. We were psycologists, and we were on our way to another facility when the weirdness began. All of a sudden, one of my colleagues and friend began to act strange. He started saying things like "Your shoes are glowing!, do you know who I am?, and I am lost."
By Cassie Peabody5 years ago in Humans
That Day
My eyes began to water with the uneasy feeling in my stomach. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I tried to prevent my voice from shaking. He walks in and shuts the door behind him and slowly makes his way over to my bed and takes a seat on the edge. I watch him carefully as he gently lays his hand upon my thigh; as my body begins to tense up with his touch, He starts to move it slowly, up and down as he let out a quiet sigh. "What are you doing?" I whispered, "Why are you touching me?" Tears began to roll down my cheeks. He lets out a small chuckle and began to clear his throat. "What are you talking about?" He asked me, nonchalantly. I roll my eyes as I get ready to push his hands off, "Uh, I wouldn't do that." He said as his grip got tighter. "I just wanna ask you a question." He laughed, "I mean, if you're okay with that, of course." He continued as he started to laugh a bit louder. "You're something el-", "Shut the hell up!!" I said before he was able to finish his sentence. "Hurry up and ask me your question and then get out!" I continued. The look on his face was illegible. We stared at each other for a good minute before he cleared his throat again. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to take part in the surprise party that I'm gonna be throwing for your mom." He said. "No, now get out," I said in complete anger. "You know, that disgusting attitude is not needed." He said as his holding of my leg began to turn into a pinch. "Ow, you're hurting me! Get off!!" I demanded as I tried to push his hand. Unfortunately, it only made the pain worst, because he began to tug on my skin. "GET OFF!!!!" I screamed, hoping that my mother would hear. He laughed and said, "Are you yelling so your mother can hear you?" He chuckled, "She doesn't care about you, Honey. Don't you know?" Suddenly the pain of his pinching went away due to his choice of words. I mean, I knew my mother hated me for some odd reason but, me thinking it sure as hell didn't hurt as much as me hearing it... from her Fiancé. "Get out... Now!" I whispered as my eyes began to ball out with anger. "It's only the truth." He said while getting up. "And the truth hurts." He continued as he opened the door. I got up and pushed him out of my room with extreme force and he began to laugh as he made his way down the stairs. "I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU BOTH!" I yelled as I slammed the door behind me. Before I can walk away from it, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "I just wanna go to sleep" I mumbled to myself, and jumped back into my bed, and listened to the distant voices of my mother and John. I couldn't pick up on what they were saying so I gave up and slowly fell into my slumber. A few hours later, I woke up to the sound of my mom and her fiancé laughing; it's almost like they wanted to wake me up by how loud they're laughing. I looked at the time and read three twenty-five. "Why the hell are they still up!" I say as I struggled out of bed. I open my door and walk into my mother's room. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS? IS IT NOT THREE SOMETHING IN THE MORNING RIGHT NOW? shit. Peace, that's all I need." I said with Complete anger as I walked back out of their room, slamming the door behind me. "Ugh, I hate them" I mumbled to myself as I made my way back to my room. I gently pushed the door closed and climbed back into my bed. Only to hear my door slam open with my mother standing in the doorway and john standing behind her with such an irritable smile. "I want you out of my house!" My mom said in such a calm tone, with an angry face. "What? Mom, you're crazy. Where am I gonna go?" I said, "I don't know. Should've thought about that way before you came walking into my room like you were some kind of boss." She exclaimed. "Mom, I was tired and you guys were laughing and talking so loud up to the point where I was woken up from my sleep. If it were you to be woken up from my laughter, you'd scream at me in a heartbeat." I screamed in anger. "Tomorrow morning, you better start packing your stuff, because you're out of here. For good." She said as she walked out, leaving the door wide open, behind her. "FINE!!" I yelled as I got up and slammed the door shut, not forgetting to lock it. So much anger and frustration began to grow over me. So, I slid down against the wall and started to cry. I couldn't understand why my life had to be so miserable. Soon, I sat and thought about who to call, and where to go, and the first person to pop into my head was Kristen, but I was a bit iffy about calling her. Her house is so close to my mother's house and once I leave, I never wanna see her again, or her stupid fiancé. So, I crossed her off the list. Suddenly, the urge to call my father was so strong that I picked the phone up and began to dial his number. I waited patiently for him to answer. "Hello?" He said. "Hey...Dad?" "Hey, honey. Everything okay?" He asked. I stayed quiet on the other end of the phone as my eyes began to water. "Hello?" He said. "Kailey? Sweetie, listen to me. If you want, we can talk about that night and I will answer every single one of those questions you might have." He continued. I began to cry. "That's not what I called you for," I said. "So, why'd you call me? What's going on?" He asked with concern flooding his voice. "Nothing. Just forget it." I said as I hung the phone up. I realized that talking or ever seeing my father is something I will never be able to do. I looked up at the clock and read four-thirty. I shook my head and reached under my bed for my suitcase, and from there, I began to pack. About thirty minutes later, I found all my drawers to be empty and all I needed to do was take a shower and leave. As I began to make my way over to my bathroom, my phone started to ring. I looked at it and saw that it was my father calling. I shook my head and walked into the bathroom. After twenty minutes of being in the shower, someone suddenly popped into my mind and it was my aunt. My mother's sister. When I was younger, I never really understood why my mother told me that I was never going to see her again, or my uncle and cousins. But now, I believe it's because my mother pushed her away just as she's doing to me. With that thought, I hopped out of the shower and continued to do whatever I had to do in the bathroom and got dressed. After I was finally settled and ready to go, I looked at the time and it was thirty minutes after five. I grabbed my phone and called my aunt. While waiting for her to answer the phone, I realized that she might be sleeping. After all, it is five thirty-three in the morning. "Hello?" She answered with a sleepy tone. "Aunt Chelle?" I said, waiting for her reaction. "Kailey? Is this you?" She asked with complete confusion mixed with a little excitement. "Yes, it's me," I said as I let out a little chuckle. "Oh my goodness, how are you, sweetie? What made you call me?" She asked. "Uh, not so good and mom is kicking me out," I said, trying to sound a little nonchalant. "Um, what?" She said, "what do you mean, kicking you out?" "I mean exactly what I said, she's kicking me out and I don't know where to go," I said in response. "This is ridiculous, mind telling me why?" She asked with concern. "Um, can I stay with you, please?" I asked while crossing my fingers for her to say yes. "Of course you can, let me know when you reach the airport out here in Tampa and I'll come to get you." She said. "Okay, I'll tell you everything when I see you-" before I can finish my sentence, my phone was slapped out of my hand by mother. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?" She yelled. "I'm talking to my father," I said. I couldn't tell her that I was talking to Aunt Chelle because then, she'll know where to find me. "Are you planning to move in with him?" She asked. "Yes. Why do you care?" I said in response. "Why do I care? Do you think your father loves you?" She said as she began to laugh. "Yes, he does," I said as I rolled my eyes. She began to laugh even harder with my response. "Oh yeah?" She said, "If he loved you, I'm sure he wouldn't have left you that night." She concluded as she continued to laugh. My eyes began to water. Maybe she was right, maybe he didn't love me. I mean, I sure didn't see him as much as I should've. I got up and grabbed my phone along with my bags and said "I'll find somewhere to go. I don't need any of you guys." And started to make my way out of the room. I looked at my phone only to see that Aunt Chelle was still on the other end of the phone. Before I can step foot out of the doorway, my mom grabbed me by my shoulder; turning me around to face her. "GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed. "You're not going anywhere," she said as she began to hit me anywhere she could find, whether it was my face, my stomach, anywhere and she just wouldn't stop. She had me on complete lockdown, I wasn't able to move and all I was able to do was take the beating. My scream and cry for help only brought my mother's fiancé in. All I was able to hear was his annoying laugh and the sounds of my mother's fist pounding against my body. Then suddenly, he started to walk towards me. The little hope that I had inside; of him helping me, left my body the minute his foot went right into my face with full force. Shortly after, Everything went blank and I wasn't able to see a thing. The last thing I was able to feel was someone checking to see if I had a pulse. "OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU DO?" A distant voice yelled, and that was the last thing I was able to hear.
By Steph Mathe5 years ago in Humans
