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.
No, It Was The Symphony
“Remember that night we went to the theatre in the snow?” Abigail asked before popping a shrimp in her mouth. “No, it was the symphony,” I replied, then looked round at Tom and Jill. “You’re getting it mixed up. The theatre was in the rain. That car splashed a puddle on your dress when it rounded the corner. Range Rover, if I recall.”
By Harper Lewis about an hour ago in Humans
The Repast
Globs of golden macaroni and cheese, brown on top with bits of black pepper, sat on the plate next to the collard greens, fried chicken, and sweet potatoes. The men, women and children, clothed in their somber attire found refuge and relief in this ritual. Aunt Azalea had just put her husband in the ground. She gasped at the sight of someone she had missed at the funeral. Smiles abounded. A hug and a slow, rhythmic rocking ensued.
By Sky Saundersabout 19 hours ago in Humans
Bringing Iced Coffee to a Job Interview: Zero Professionalism, or Defending Your Soul?
Cover image created using an AI image generation tool (Gemini/Claude). Imagine you're the interviewer. A candidate knocks and walks in holding a cold, takeout iced coffee in one hand. How would that land with you?
By ConvoWorlda day ago in Humans
The Brick Wall and the Swimming Pool
Everyone thinks they remember childhood clearly. We swear we know what was said, who said it, how it felt, and what it meant. But memory is a slippery creature. It bends. It edits. It protects. It romanticizes. It erases. And sometimes, it rewrites the same moment into two completely different stories depending on who’s holding it.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Humans
Notes from the Mind Palace
I’m not the kind of person you understand in one sitting. Most people meet me and think they’ve got me entirely figured out within the first five minutes. They see someone loud, expressive, fast-moving, a little chaotic, and a little sharp around the edges. They look at the alternative clothes, hear the heavy music, and assume that the outer shell is the whole story. They don’t realize that’s just the surface tension. It’s the glare on top of dark water. The real story runs underneath, miles below the noise, quieter, stranger, and far more deliberate than anyone outside ever gives me credit for. If you only look at the velocity on the outside, you miss the gravity on the inside.
By Syl De'Vil6 days ago in Humans
