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 Waiting Room
You sat there in that diner, waiting. Waiting and waiting for someone that would never come. Deep down you knew it was the end, but you couldn't help but hold onto a wisp hope. Every time that little bell tingled above the door, you couldnt help but lift your head to check, the flicker of hope in your eye diminishing when it wasnt her. The wisp growing just a little bit thinner. The clock ticked from day to night, from night to morning. Around and around it spun in that diner. It was full of lost lovers waiting, you could smell it in the air. You supposed that's why they called it The Waiting Room diner.
By Kate Addison5 years ago in Humans
Lucy
It was a winter night, the cold ran through the streets and the faces of the few people who that day roamed with smiles or sadness, who will know, I took my phone and the time was 6:00 pm, it was our appointment, pressing the step I ran to that place where several times our smiles sprouted in the count of the gossip work, it would be nothing different, at least I did not think so.
By leo c. morales5 years ago in Humans
The Boathouse
Here I am reluctantly sat in the boathouse, a place I am to shortly learn to be a space of self-discovery. As I watch the people that came into the boathouse to spend time with each other, they are all smoking and drinking, and perhaps smoking something that is other than tobacco as a sweet almost intoxicating smell wafts across my nostrils. Being a non-smoker I find the clouds of smoke as they billow and wisp across my senses a little nauseating at times and I wonder why on earth I let my friend drag me here.
By Susie Antara James 5 years ago in Humans
Was This a Personality Mismatch or Something Much Darker?
At The Beginning I have a very close friend. Her name is Amy. She moved into a condo apartment in the fall of 2019. This condo is in the York region of Southern Ontario. She moved into an apartment already occupied by a lady. This lady was older than her, say by 10 years or more.
By Nkeonye Judith IZUKA5 years ago in Humans
Not Always as it Appears
We left the club at 2 a.m. to gather at our regular diner stop to sober up before going home. Sitting in the corner booth, I was able to see everyone coming and going. Plates were clinking from the kitchen as the cook prepared early morning dishes to pass out to the few night owls that were hanging out. It was quiet in the diner. A man sat at the counter drinking coffee and he seemed to be keeping an eye on his watch. Groups of 3 or 4 were scattered at tables looking over menus and laughing about the evening they had just enjoyed. I decided to indulge on a tuna melt and steak fries. My friends had their minds set on breakfast. The only waitress on duty approached the table and gathered our orders. We were regular once a week visitors, so she brought us our usual coffee and let us know that she would return with our orders shortly. Quiet music could be heard throughout the diner. Low ambient lighting lit the tables and counter. A low humming of conversation took place among the few patrons that were paying their respects at 2 a.m. The diner was the place to hang out and get right before calling it a night.
By Heather Cash5 years ago in Humans
The Tale of the Nasty Lady
Anita Hagtert Muzik was born in Haiti were she was known as a cruel girl. At age 15 she managed to reach the shores of the United States and was granted asylum. She grew to be a short five feet three inches and generally wore her hair in a ponytail. She had a habit of twisting her hair when she was angry or nervous. Although she was short she was obese and developed a toady appearance. Just try to image someone with a body of a toad, no neck and fat face. She had deep blue eyes, black skin and medium length black hair. While in school she would accuse boys of staring at her or being interested in her. One boy in particular Michael Bumblehurst was her favorite target. While he had to sit next to her, she would sniff him and complain he stunk and laughed at how he dressed. Michael was always nice to everyone and generally ignored Anita, who he would call The Sea Bitch. Michael would look out the window in his English class and did not realize that Anita was sitting next to it. Anita would then complain of Michael starring at her and bothering her. The female teacher, name Ms. Huit, fell for Anita’s tricks and told Michael to leave her alone. Ms. Huit was a short lady, and had pig-like features and a scowl that would make you think of a pig when she got angry. She tended to side with the females as one might expect from a sexist. “You should not be messing with that poor girl Muzik, she is bigger than you,” she said to Mike while he tried to retrain himself from laughing at her. Mike always thought of Muzik as looking a lot like a toad. Michael eventually became a wealthy doctor while Anita’s life went nowhere. Ms. Huit died lonely and bitter. Of course our story is not about Michael or Ms. Huit but Anita.
By Ferrari King5 years ago in Humans
What Does "Blood Is Thicker Than Water" Really Mean?
You remember that one time when you really wanted to spend Friday night with your friends, staying up late, watching terrible movies and just blowing off steam from the stress of the week, but you were told in no uncertain terms that you were going to your sister's recital. No matter what logical arguments you could come up with as to why you should be excused from this family outing (you being there won't make the music any better, you've already heard the performance dozens of times thanks to her incessant practicing, your sister actually swore a vow to kill you the next time she saw you), the elders probably intoned some version of the phrase, "blood is thicker than water," to still any further protestations on your part.
By Neal Litherland5 years ago in Humans
Shadows In The Hall
Chapter 6 Shadows: Hard Changes: Part 3 of Becoming a House Parent When we arrived back at the house, it was dimly lit, deathly quiet…... no one home. Before climbing the stairs to the front room, I opened the door to the Dorm…. It was empty, where were my boys? I thought for a second…. Wondering…. I really didn’t know what to think. I was still dumbfounded by the accident, and meeting Tommy’s Grandmother. this had never happened to me before in the 27, what REALLY seemed like now, ‘very short years ‘of my life.
By Linda Pavlos5 years ago in Humans
The Pain That Comes With the Ability
Many people don’t really know me. I know that is something you might hear all the time, but I mean it. I’m not even really seen at work, and by this I mean I work at a processing office, all day long I work at a computer. Most of my employees don’t even know that I am even there. I am constantly ignored. I guess it makes it easier to keep my secret. I’m not like most people or even anyone. I have never met someone who can do what I do or even heard of it. I prefer to keep to myself and stay back and watch the people around me go through life. The drama, mystery, journeys, and stories. Each one of them different.
By Natalie C..5 years ago in Humans
