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.
Onions
Sometimes I don’t cry when I cut onions. That’s when I’m really free. I don’t see what the big fuss is about with freedom anyway. So what if I’m not free. What does it even mean to say, I’m not free, or I’m free? I suppose that means I’m free if I can decide.
By Marley Berry-Pearce4 years ago in Humans
The Dancer's Secret -- A Short Horse Story
It was sunset. The wind rode on the sharp edges of the mountains dragging the last bit of color away from the darkening hills. In a small cradle of two hills lay a beautiful girl. Her hair was long and soft, and when it touched the wind no other beauty could compare to it. She had a long face and brilliant searching brown eyes. Her feet were perfectly conformed, but were not like everybody else's who surrounded her. This girl's belly was not thin and it was not bulging, but was somewhere in between, and was the perfect shape. She stood up. Her long hair covering her body like a coat. The wind pushed against her forehead, cooling the nearly invisible sweat.
By Alex Trufia4 years ago in Humans
8 Things I wish I knew at 27, and why it’s not too late to pursue your dreams at 57
First, a note of caution here. There is so much advice, life tips, and even success or “money making secrets” out there. It’s therefore important that you do not listen to too much advice. That is because Most people, including me give advice based on what has happened in their own lives, and this does not mean that the same outcomes would apply in your situations in life and living.
By Gabriel Apostol4 years ago in Humans
How do I tell my best friend that I'm in love with him?
I have been in love since my childhood. I used to watch movies and read books and dream about falling in love like the characters did. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that I am one of those people now who would not be able to live without someone in their lives. It might seem a bit silly of me to think about this type of thing at such an early age.
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Humans
A Night at the Reno
I remember the day I saw him for the first time. He wasn’t much to look at, but there was a rough beauty that wafted from his cat like grace, from the broad arrow shape of his shoulders. Skin was weathered from the sun, darkened from exposure and long days outside. Even from across the dimly lit room, I could see muscles flexing from his thighs and arms, a firmness to the slim peak of stomach that rose when he flipped off the television. A dark colored Stetson was on his head, shielding his eyes. He was wearing some thick, industrial boots normally meant for trekking through the thick brush of Montana woods, scuffed and bleached from usage. He was beautiful, so beautiful. Like a masculine nymph created from the rough grains of Persephone. Does my admiration make me Hades? He was leaning against a wall near the back door, watching both the tv and the exits.
By Jennisea Standing Rock4 years ago in Humans
Ever After Found
Another night, another bowl of popcorn. Wrapped up in my fluffy brown blanket with my mind turned toward the tv I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the nighttime drama. It was the fifth night in a row that I was too exhausted and unmotivated to get any real work done today. It was spring break and in the world of education that means RELAX and I was definitely taking advantage of it. Even though it is spring break I can’t shake this feeling that my relaxation is more than me just taking a break but I don’t understand why I feel that way.
By Chloe Jenkins4 years ago in Humans
