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 Loner
CHAPTER ONE It's fall, the trees bear no sign of life left in them and it's always bloody raining, you only know it's windy because you can hear it howling past the windows. She looks out the window full of hope and wonder believing that the world changes every day so she must too, but she fails miserably. She sits alone at home because braving the cold and unfriendly faces is too unbearable.
By someone special5 years ago in Humans
Filthy
Do you know what it feels like to be deaf or mute? Well, neither do I. They say if one of your senses is weak, than one of the other senses become stronger. All of my five senses still work, and none are weak. But I trained myself to become deaf and mute.
By Bushra Choudhury5 years ago in Humans
Relationship of a lifetime
Today was the revelation I needed.Today I realized that I’m the only person I need to survive,I’ve always been a very strong independent woman throughout my life but I went through a rough patch as many people do.Full time job working overtime to make sure I could pay my bills and everything else that I may want,never would I have borrowed money from anyone,lived on my own from the young age of 17.No boyfriends they just get in the way and try to change you plus most boys don’t like the fat girl I was beyond ok with that I had a plan. I only needed myself I worked hard had great friends a great apartment and a nice car that was paid off might I add.Picture of perfection right I was so happy wasn’t missing anything and then...
By Katrina Malloy5 years ago in Humans
Nobody’s Baby
As my journey continued, my life began to get harder and harder, a life that no child should ever have to live or shall I say survive. Born on a cold January 24, 1966 in Cape Girradeau, Mo, was also where so many times I’d wished it would’ve been the day that I took my first and last breath, but my hell had only just begun. At the early age of 2 months mommy said I was hospitalized with an Unbreakable fever, doctors had me in an ice bath periodically through the day for about two weeks and mom would visit daily unable to hold me, her first daughter she had to look at me through the window praying that I would survive whatever had taken hold of her precious baby girl. But why is a question that I’ve always wondered about, why did she stand there at that nursery window everyday praying for my survival only to allow me to experience so much pain later on in life? Yet it was all a plan that only God himself knows the answer!! Well, as the story goes, I have a lot of memories from growing up. There was a time when I shared a bedroom with my two older brothers, there were two sets of bunk beds and me being the youngest slept on one of the bottom bunks. That was a time when mommy was so loving and attentive, whenever myself and my brothers became ill, here came mommy with that Vicks vapor rub, rubbing it on our chests, putting it on our top lips and also having us to swallow a little, then mommy made sure to pile blankets over us to make sure that whatever was going on got sweated out!! She said the vapor rub would open up the skins pores so the blankets was necessary to keep us from getting pneumonia. Or it was the hot toddies she made that was sure to knock out any illness along with us as well!! Well I remember one night my daddy came home, me and my brothers were always in bed and as usual we heard mommy and daddy arguing, I remember getting scared because I must’ve known what was coming next and this haunts me to this day, suddenly we heard a loud noise and mommy screamed out in pain and she was crying and begging daddy “No Charlie, Please”, she just kept crying and begging him to stop, and I started crying, I don’t remember how young I was, couldn’t have been more than about 3 years old I don’t think but I wanted my daddy to stop whooping my mommy with his belt!! Yes, he was actually whooping my mom with his belt... he must’ve heard me crying and he stopped ( mommy said my daddy loved me so much), when he stopped beating her she ran into our bedroom and got in my bed with me and I remember us crying together, but she was telling me it’s ok, stop crying, but I couldn’t because I knew she couldn’t be ok. My memories of my biological dad are few but I thank God that I can still remember him. He was good to me, I can’t say that I remember a time when my dad ever hurt me, except when he disappeared from my life, but I guess it was better that way because he probably would’ve killed mommy, so one of us had to suffer in life and I guess life chose me. I can remember a time when my mom was about eight months pregnant with my brother and my dad and I were in the bathroom, my daddy was so handsome to me ( he favored Dr King) and I loved watching him shave, he was always so neat. Well this one day I was in the bathroom sitting on the side of the tub watching my daddy shave, he had on a white t-shirt, some perfectly creased dress pants and of course his pointy toe shoes that he kept shining, my dad was always sharp. I remember him standing in the mirror shaving his face as I looked at him with so much admiration, and I could hear my mom waddling up the hallway about to pass the bathroom, I can’t remember the words they said to each other but I do remember as mommy walked past the bathroom door, daddy suddenly stepped out and kicked her in her butt as she walked and as she fell to the floor screaming in pain and holding her stomach, daddy just stepped back into the bathroom, finished shaving, washed his face and put on his shirt and suit jacket, gave me a kiss and stepped over mommy laying there on the floor crying, now remember she was very pregnant because her stomach was so big. I don’t know why I loved my daddy so much because he always abused my mother. After that I can remember us going to stay with an aunt for a little while, I’m not sure just how long but mommy eventually went back to daddy. I can’t even for the life of me understand why she kept going back. My mother had 12 kids for my dad but only 4 of us survived. I can’t help but wonder if my brothers/ sisters in heaven has been praying for us all these years, but I’m sure if they’ve been able to witness our lives, I know they are soooo glad that they’re time here was cut short at birth. Especially watching my life, it’s hard to go from a dad who adores and protects you, to becoming nobody’s baby!! When I was just about 4 or 5 years old I remember playing with matches while daddy slept, and my older brother was trying to stop me, well needless to say I was stubborn, always have been and somehow I lit the mattress on fire, and daddy woke up and thought it was my brother, after putting the fire out he beat my brother so horribly, and through all that agony and pain my brother never told on me, he said because he didn’t want daddy to beat me so he took it. I feel bad to this day about that because my brother got beat really bad, my dad was cruel when he wanted to be. I don’t have anymore memories of daddy but I know he was still around because one of his sisters used to babysit us while mommy worked, she was mean and cruel and she hated me, but for what? I was just a child. Every morning she used to cook us oatmeal, but she never put sugar in it, nor if you’ve ever tried to eat plain oatmeal then you already know that that was torture, anyways, it would always make me gag and I would almost vomit trying to eat it. She had this table that seemed to me was soooo so so so long, she sat me at one end, my oldest brother at the other end and my middle brother to the side, well me and my oldest brother had this thing where he would rush through his oatmeal and while she was out of the kitchen he would slide me his bowl and I would slide him mine, well this particular morning I slide the bowl too hard and he missed it and it slid off the table and broke ( it was glass). She heard the bowl break and rushed back into the kitchen and when she figured out what had happened, she beat me and there was a pantry in the kitchen with an old chest on the floor and it was dark in there, she slammed my little body down on that chest and told me I’ll be there until my mother got home and she slammed the door shut and locked it. I remember screaming and crying and begging her to please let me out, but she wouldn’t and I heard her trying to get my middle brother away from the pantry door but he wouldn’t leave me, he stayed there and tried to calm me down but he couldn’t because there was rats in that closet and I was so terrified, we cried together forever, but she kept her word she didn’t let me out until it was time for my mom to get off work. Because of that experience, I grew up terrified of the dark, throughout the years I’ve managed to be able to deal with being in the dark a lot better, that I’d unless it’s an unfamiliar place. I’m not sure what happened to that lady, but we told mommy what happened and we never saw that lady again. Whoever she is though I blame my fear of insects, flies, butterflies, anything that can crawl on you, you name it I’m scared of it and I owe it all to her!! That’s one dramatic part of my childhood that I’ve yet to have gotten over. Suffering abuse as a child can sometimes be detrimental but for those who survive it leaves lasting mental and emotional damage that lasts a lifetime, I still can’t help to wonder why did I have to be Nobody’s baby??
By Shattered Never Broken (Ms Riley)5 years ago in Humans
"Why Do You Fear The Stars?"
What are stars? One day they were a huge discovery in the astrological field, but are they just a scientific discovery, a long list of big smart words to describe a flaming ball of gas. No, they aren’t just a bunch of chemical compounds smooched together in the galaxy. Stars are so much more than all of this, they are hopes and dreams of many who are lucky enough to see them.
By collette_235 years ago in Humans
Lady In A Glass Dress
It’s 7:45 AM in the morning, Talia wakes up, from stretching in yawning she looks her new city view. Rubs her face, gets out of her bed, takes a shower to get ready for her big day. She takes a deep breath, looking in the mirror, grabbing her keys. Heading out the big day of her life.
By Kendra Keyz Griffin5 years ago in Humans
Antihero
She placed her half-finished bottle of beer down on the bar directly in front of me. “I hafta go, I’ll try to be back later. Try. I’ll see you if I can get back. Finish my beer.” I glanced at the bottle of Heineken then back at her as she stood, slipped her hand into her tiny top once again and adjusted her breasts.
By Daniel Figueroa5 years ago in Humans
Louder
The woman rushes in just as your friend gets up to take a piss and check out the bar options. Her face is smug and you'd think she were pretty if not for the mullish looking toddler straddling her hip. The kid looks to be in need of a nap and on the brink of tears and you know, you just know, that this is going to ruin your night.
By Emily Henry5 years ago in Humans
Auburn Rose
Auburn Rose The day that Auburn Rose arrived in Greenock, Scotland was like any other day. She wore a dark magenta wig that covered her balding head, and her eyes reflected both empathy for others and the anguish born from the throes of pain following chemotherapy. From just looking at her, the people of Greenock knew that she was sick, but none of them wanted or had any idea on what could be ailing her. So naturally they were afraid, and treated her like she had the plague. Yet, even though they didn't want to have anything to do with this sickly woman, they felt that the only way to rid themselves of her was to make her someone else's problem.
By Julienne Holmes5 years ago in Humans
Tricks Manifested
The smell of cooking oatmeal was overpowering in the small house’s kitchen, competing with the first rays of daylight as the small woman stood in front of the stove humming to herself. She glanced down to the wedding ring carefully preserved on the pewter ring stand she kept for her jewelry’s safety. She stirred the oatmeal clockwise and took it off of the oven after a moment more, though she half-glanced to the side with a smile suddenly before going back to her task of sliding the oatmeal into two bowls. She heard the clumsy walking sounds before he entered the small, cozy kitchen and wrapped her up in his arms seconds later amid a chorus of giggles. She glanced to the side with her Nutella eyes crinkling at the edges as she smiled in delight to see her husband behind her, “Hello my love, are you hungry? I made oatmeal for breakfast since you seem to dislike rice.” She winked mischievously, the sunlight rising through the thick window turning her gaze into molten gold,. She stole a quick kiss from his lips and offered him the bowl of oatmeal after she sweetened it with maple syrup and a little butter for flavor’s sake.
By Allison Canty5 years ago in Humans
The Muddy Shoes
It was cold & wet. The rain had picked up with no warning. My shoes filled with mud & dirt. "When did all this rain come from." I said. I step on the mat while I take off my shoes in hopes to not further damage the carpet. "Do not put them dirty shoes over there!" Someone explained. "Put them in the bath tub Where you can wash them off & let them dry!" She yells from a distance. "Fine then MOM!" I said jokingly. Before I pick up my sneakers that's filled with mud, I rip off a some sheets of paper towels from the kitchen next to me to put under my shoes, not to drop any mud in the house. I progressively move to left towards the bathroom where the shower is. "Don't start without me!" I yell as I'm moving towards the bathroom with what supposed to be my black & blue sneakers I got from the shoe store not too long ago.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Humans
On The Rocks
It seemed like it had been so long since he had been here. Really, it had only been a few months. But in those few months he'd lived an entire life. Time slowed down now that she wasn't there. Walking to the rock, "their rock" as they had come to call it, brought back a burst of memories--her giggling as she slipped on the moss, the sunlight spilling through the clouds across her face, a single kiss stolen before a wave splashed them both with sea spray. He could feel the now familiar way his heart began to pound harder and faster. , his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He sat down on the rock, the waves lapping at his feet, and waited for the panic attack to subside. He had forgotten to bring his pills, which the doctor had prescribed after he'd nearly lost his mind at the funeral. He'd never experienced a panic attack before then and had assumed he was dying of grief. How stupid of him to forget the pills now, on such an important day--their wedding day.
By Diana Anderson5 years ago in Humans
