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.
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
The Trivial Story
Once I planted that kiss it was the whole world had stop and nothing was important or the fact that I was engaged. It was like we were at a stand-still and we couldn't move, yet that's when I felt his hand pull me closer into him. I couldn't help but kiss him a lot more. Then when we were in that moment he lifted me up and planted me on the bed, laying right next to me.
By Manda Marie5 years ago in Humans
The Price Truth Demands
Principal John Hilton was disappointed by the amount of money the school’s fundraiser brought in. The amount wasn’t enough to do what they planned. A knock on his door pulls him back into reality. “Come in,” he calls out, hiding his disappointment behind a smile. It was his secretary, Mrs. Colon. She handed him an envelope and said, “This fell out of the box the other donations were in.”
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Humans
Cafe Terrace by Night
The brilliant golden hue created by the oil lamps littering the stone walls was a welcome sight to his tired eyes. Throughout the course of the day his senses had only been host to people and events that had worn him out. Waiting had worn him out. Harry would romanticise about this kind of day when he was fighting in the war. He would dream about sitting down in a street café only to spend the whole day doing nothing but people watching, eating and relaxing with a good book. Unfortunately, much like the rock formation that has no place in a field of striking flowers, so too did he feel as out of place in the modern world. He would tell himself when he was most frightened by the deafening bomb blasts and the drilling machine gun fire that if he made it through to the end of the conflict heaven would be sitting here in peace and quiet. Unfortunately, peace and quiet had been replaced by the chaos of a busy street and the polite “how do you do” he longed for was traded in for a less than courteous “Sortez de ma voie”. The world had changed from a community of family into a swarm of angry strangers.
By Walter Chesterton5 years ago in Humans
Oracle
“Have you visited the Oracle again recently?” “No, why?” “Well, what if you forget something? About, y’know…” “Please,” I sighed with exasperation, pushing my hair out of my face. “I’ve been told my future since birth. I know what to avoid. Not that I’m so sure it’ll happen anyway.” My friend, Amani, watched me nervously as I hopped up on a rock wall, just trying to show how much I really cared. Which is to say, little.
By Aimee Pieper5 years ago in Humans
The Forrestal, Remembering Jim, and life.
This one is a thinker. I was born in May of 1978. I have always listened to the tune of planet Earth and what the universe is telling me. I am artistic, creative and also scientific. In Forrest Gump, Gump went to Vietnam and had a Lt. named Dan. It's famous if you've never seen the movie, prevalent throughout it. He became like a two in theme throughout the movie. I don't know who Gentle George is but he wrote about Kindness and playing Fair and remembering Jim Piehl. Jim had died in April of 1976. On the 7th, when his plane crashed into the back of the USS Forrestal, doing night landings. Gentle George had met him in 1960 and when they parted ways never saw him again. Jim Piehl 1960-1976 had a Lt. named Dan Cole. At least whenever he had gotten the commission to fly the F-4. Just as a note in my life the USS Cole was bombed. I had strong anger toward the month April for various reasons but I also love the month of April for what the month literally is as strange as that might sound. The weather and Season and what means is in store ahead of us and further along. I've always felt a little upside down in this world where people don't always seem to understand what I'm saying. Jim W. Piehl was the navy pilot and good working, loved to smile shipmate but I'm James M. Piehl in this world or Jim M. Piehl if you so please to hear it that way. My father was in the military from 1960 to 1964 I think. He was a marine. I know he was through by 1964. There is a twilight zone episode where a WWII vet, my memory is a little fuzzy but I think it was a WWII vet, was exiting one of those ships where the front opens and all the men run out and he was killed. The man saw it happen right in front of him and in the episode that same man saved everyone in that unit with an act of heroism and then vanished. It was either a WWII VET or a Vietnam vet. I also find it slightly tragic and note worthy that a man in military service from 1960 had survived the entirety of Vietnam, the war that claimed so many lives, which essentially ended in 1975 only to die in 1976. Those are just some of the many things that have made and effected my life. By the way a set of cards, basically trading cards, made to commemorate military vehicles arrived and the USS Forrestal was in it. I have the card here and I never widely collected those cards. I've always searched to solve mysteries and puzzles in this world so some of these coincidences have more meaning to me. My own family never understood me very much, thought that I said weird things. I just try to learn and pay attention to the lessons of history and the world. Most of this I pulled out of thin air the way Johnny Carson took revealed the contents of a sealed envelope on The Tonight Show but the facts are true and these pieces arrived in my life from out of nowhere. People usually thought I was just telling stories. There has been a return to the unfinished business of the '60s here during my life, most notable, recently and some tumultuous disrest came with it, in the need to settle much unfinished business that has affected and effected the United States. But we as a people of America and the world were given these terms and the scientific laws that govern us as well as some heavy burdens from the past to carry with us as we move forward in life, and as the world and time move forward as well. We have unsettled business from 1200 1400 1600 1700 1800 and 1940 1960 plus 3400 b.c. and 1 a.d. to deal with that effect us. So it is best to understand our responsibility and the world plus our relation to it. To understand our greatness and our meekness, our importance and our inadequate or commoness to do the most good we can. To find the road we want and the road we need to travel. To find our place in it. At times life dictates us, at times we dictate it. Welcome to 2021 and Happy New Year.
By James M. Piehl5 years ago in Humans
