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 History of Twin Flames
Twin Flames in today's media We’ve started hearing about Twin Flames more and more since around 2014. Prior to this, they were mostly only ever mentioned amongst spiritual groups, and even then it was rarely touched on. It was understood they were part of the Soul Family and they were discussed as such.
Amber BlaizePublished 4 years ago in HumansOrder of Fries
“I don’t like coffee.” Kit’s glassy eyes stared down into her mug. “Seems like something that would have deterred you from ordering it then.” Poppy poured a seventh sugar packet into her own mug.
The Missing Rib And Biscuit
This was one of those days when she needed to soothe her craving. After studying and chatting on Facebook, Pease decided to go out. Her mood which is once solemn became alert by people saying familiar hellos. Then, she changed her mind in itself to crossing the street. Sometimes, pubs are on the corner saying tacos, ribs or chicken. She pondered for a moment. Suddenly, shoulders shrugged the extra thoughts away. She’d probably stopby afterwards. For now, Pease felt like making a closer connection. An earthy and evenso personal appeal. Walking on feet is as easy as riding a bike so she travailed far down the road. Pease is searching for a new spot. Alas, another place caught her eye. A new menu is being offered. The deal is a full combo including dessert or coffee. Pease gave in.
Pearl ThomasPublished 4 years ago in HumansAva's Diner
The wind felt damp on my skin as I walked toward the tall grass and looked over the wetlands. The sound of pig frogs and crickets echo around me. The moon shines so bright that I can see my shadow.
Anna VrazoPublished 4 years ago in HumansCappuccino, Two Sugars
The cursor blinks at me like a silent alarm. It mocks me. Are you going to write something? I squint at it, hoping it will write a completed chapter- edited and all. It doesn’t. Instead the screen of my old laptop fades to black due to inactivity. I curtly tap the touchpad. The expectant blinker continues its judgement.
Brittany RileyPublished 4 years ago in HumansThe Man In The Restaurant
It is an interesting crowd that inhabits a 24/7 diner at one in the morning. Gone are the families, the casual diners, the early bird specials, and what remains are those that night brings out.
Matthew DonnellonPublished 4 years ago in HumansTHE WHITE EMPRESS
She lived in a castle that looked like ice. . The walls were seven feet thick, white stone, which reflected the sun. The two towers were five floors each, one was for the servants, the other she occupied. They were joined by a hall-way which had three massive fire places, all three were kept raging all of the time. The courtyard was the widest of circles, with walls which had arrow slits, just wide enough for her to look through, but too small for any-one to look in.
Ruth Elizabeth StiffPublished 4 years ago in HumansIt was fate
It was late on a hot July evening. Kassie was the bartender at the all night diner over on highway 2. She had been working there for 5 years and had never met the owner. He was an elusive figure whom no employee ever really saw. She occasionally worked alone as not many people drove down highway 2 anymore. The sun was setting and the soft country breeze came in through the open shutters. She was about to sit down to have her break when he walked around the corner. Dressed in a working mans uniform; hard helmet, carhart pants and a torn t-shirt, Kassie felt time stand still. She always had a twinkle in her eye but tonight it was extra bright. Kassie always treated every customer as if they were a guest in her home, but this gentlemen got some extra attention from her that night. He looked at her with a matching twinkle in his eye as they both felt their souls connect.
Kelsey DunnPublished 4 years ago in HumansStory of 3
How long you've been there, looking at me as wanting to beg for a final destination. I do not remember the day, it was seven early during the day, as it was usual my departure from home to my working day, a half-sour coffee helped me to wake up in full, I served something that I had the night before, there was no time to prepare a better breakfast, after a few drinks, I still did not have the strength to start the day.
leo c. moralesPublished 4 years ago in HumansCarpet Plots
Those unsure of the official commencement of the lunch hour at Sam's diner could always rely on Brian Nickels to mark the beginning of the lunch hour. The waiting staff saw Brian as a patron whose daily attendance rivaled the post office in punctuality and consistency. Its design resembled a traditional diner. A row chairs at the counter allowed patrons to see the diner's cooks feverishly working to keep up with the pace of orders that the wait staff wrote up and placed a revolving order stand. Brian admired the stamina of the diner's cooks. He noted how they effortlessly transitioned from the morning breakfast to lunch and dinner menu. Omelets on the grill became transformed into well-done burgers or pasta dishes. Out of deference to the cooks, Brian had chosen a booth in which to eat his meal. Aware of his tendency to engage in impromptu conversations with strangers, Brian had too much respect for the cooks to risk interrupting the work of the two Hispanic cooks who labored at the grill. He was determined not to re-experience the mortification he had felt when he had earned that a favorite server no longer worked at the dinner—fired for spending to much time talking with his customers. That's what Brian had overheard. He remembered hearing it from one of the busboys who thought he had whispered it softly enough to be only heard by the line cook who was working that day. But the busboys had not compensated for Brian's acute hearing. Those at the diner accepted him as Brian, the law student. Unlike his college acquaintances, his friends had bestowed a nickname that reflected their respect and fondness for him. Over time they had started to call him Brian Perry Mason. An attractive waitress with a penchant for nicknames had assigned the name of the fictional lawyer to Brian on a pleasant Sunday afternoon. The warmth of her tone in bestowing his new moniker had carried none of the vindictiveness he heard when his classmates addressed him. The top that he left that day conveyed how much he appreciated his new nickname. From that day on, he saw himself not as a lawyer, student, but as a diner patron who happened to study. His devotion would become evident in ways that were both subtle and overt. To bolster the diner's income, he gave up eating at the school cafeteria. Meetings with school advisors now took place at the dinner. Subtle changes in his curriculum choices indicated his psychological commitment to the diner. Where environmental law had once been his central focus, the vagaries of contract law and its application in settling small business suits now became his focus. The more he engrossed himself in the life of his favorite diner, the happier Brian became. Changes in Brian's mood did not go unnoticed. His peers at the law school noted with frustration that the hurling of demeaning nicknames no longer had the effect of debilitating Brian. During heated classroom debates, his breathing was even and relaxed. Should doubts arise, he would merely focus on the image of his beloved diner, and like a finely French onion soup would melt away.
frederick HurstPublished 4 years ago in HumansThe 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.
Kate AddisonPublished 4 years ago in HumansLucy
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.
leo c. moralesPublished 4 years ago in Humans