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.

There was once a special race on Earth
No matter in the Eastern and Western legends, there is a nation like this, they are tall, taller than Yao Ming, the average height of more than 3 meters, the largest individual is 5 meters.
By Zhiwei Lu4 years ago in Humans
The Air Between Space
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say—so turn it up and piss off an astrophysicist!” [loud rock music plays]
By Michael Sroka4 years ago in Humans
Go to the mountain
It was an early autumn evening. My father pointed to a hill across from the base dormitory and said, "Let's go up that hill."
By Kiel4 years ago in Humans
The Scream
Even as a child I always felt this Sense of impending doom It was always too loud Someone was always in distress Yelling screaming
By NoturMami 4 years ago in Humans
The Basics to a Healthy Life
Let there be light. Let there be belief. Let us say that there are higher beings. Now, this is coming from a self-declared atheist who believes that there is no god and there are no higher beings. This is coming from someone that believes that there is nothing that exists after we die.
By Will Helgren/Ochal4 years ago in Humans
tell me how I'm feeling
August 5th, 2022 It’s been confusing. I haven’t quite understood how I’ve been doing. A certain stagnation that feels numbing, patiently waiting to feel something. Maybe that’s the doom of generation-internet: the constant blend of tiny pleasure in a vast of boredom, like reaching for Instagram while waiting for an elevator, or riding the bus. Boredom and funny videos, music, serotonin. But you’re bored.
By Ms. Rodwell4 years ago in Humans
The CobbWebb Tales
It was a cold, near freezing 4am morning, January 14, 1947, at St Mary’s orphanage. There was so much to get done, the laundry needed washing, drying, and pressing for Father O’Brien, before that mornings 8am mass. Breakfast and afternoon lunches were already being prepared by some of the other nuns that also lived and worked at the church and orphanage. Deliveries of the goods that the nuns had for sale for the market, needed to be loaded up and taken into town. So much needed to get done. The nuns shuffled through the hallways without saying a word more than Good morning sister. Barely glancing up as they passed one another.
By Lana M Gatewood4 years ago in Humans
While hurt, learn to be strong
Sadness is one of the most enjoyable things in love. There is no such sadness, and I cannot experience happiness later. The following is a detailed introduction of the editor to learn to be strong while being injured. Welcome to read!
By li li4 years ago in Humans
The Deviant Mind, Crushes, and Love Lives of Guys: 30 Weird Facts
Girls may need more than simply experience to comprehend a guy. You've come here looking for information on guys for that reason.
By berry li4 years ago in Humans
The Perspectives Of Hitler And Gandhi, As Told By My Teacher
Take a look at these two most famous personalities above… What comes to your mind? The answer is obvious. And it was so, for the young me, and my classmates in high school… Or at least, we were made to think like this:
By Shalin Thomas4 years ago in Humans
Dostoevsky, "The Demons" : Who dares to commit suicide who is god?
When it comes to Russian literature, the mountain that cannot be bypassed is Dostoyevsky, and the novel Swarm of Demons is one of dostoyevsky's most representative works. The story is based on the famous "Nechaev case" that happened in Moscow in 1869. Nechaev, a student of The University of Petersburg, met the anarchist Bakunin abroad. After returning to Moscow, he established the people's Punishment Society, a secret organization against the government, and set up several secret "five groups", mostly students. His despotism and authoritarianism caused so much discontent within the group that Ivanov, the model for the fictional character Satov, wanted to quit the organization. Finally, at Nechaev's instigation, the team members assassinated Ivanov out of fear of his informant.
By Jyyedg4 years ago in Humans
The Man Who Made Me
The Man Who Made Me… I keep my paintings in the spare room and while cataloguing some for my website lately, I came across my old horse racing ribbons and martial arts belts – I had to stop what I was doing for a moment, while remembering the person, the reason, I had such things, stored away with my paintings, and memories…
By TANIKA SMITH WHEATLEY4 years ago in Humans