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.

Black Obsidian
I was going to die. The reality didn't really take long to set in. One moment I was living the dream, the next moment I'd fallen asleep at the wheel of my existence. It was as if the mark of death wilted my energy instantaneously. I thought of everything I would never get to do. I thought of all the food I'd never get to experience. I thought of sex and the disappointment attacked the manifestion of it within me. My vitality, the very essence of creation, gone from within. How could I think of sex at a time like this?
By Dark Wing5 years ago in Humans
Romantic Love
It begins in the year of 1615, when English explorer Christopher Columbus is on a quest to find America. He reaches the west coast and finds the islands of North America that were later settled by American colonists.
By kishor girase5 years ago in Humans
The Legend
In this by-place of nature there abode, in a remote period of American history, that is to say, some thirty years since, a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane, who sojourned, or, as he expressed it, "tarried," in Sleepy Hollow, for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity. He was a native of Connecticut, a State which supplies the Union with pioneers for the mind as well as for the forest, and sends forth yearly its legions of frontier woodmen and country schoolmasters. The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weather-cock perched upon his spindle neck to tell which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield. His schoolhouse was a low building of one large room, rudely constructed of logs; the windows partly glazed, and partly patched with leaves of old copybooks. It was most ingeniously secured at vacant hours, by a withe twisted in the handle of the door, and stakes set against the window shutters; so that though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out,--an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eelpot. The schoolhouse stood in a rather lonely but pleasant situation, just at the foot of a woody hill, with a brook running close by, and a formidable birch-tree growing at one end of it. From hence the low murmur of his pupils' voices, conning over their lessons, might be heard in a drowsy summer's day, like the hum of a beehive; interrupted now and then by the authoritative voice of the master, in the tone of menace or command, or, peradventure, by the appalling sound of the birch, as he urged some tardy loiterer along the flowery path of knowledge. Truth to say, he was a conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim, "Spare the rod and spoil the child." Ichabod Crane's scholars certainly were not spoiled.
By rampravesh5 years ago in Humans
The Entertainment Center
That Someday Is Now My son and his family went from a 65" to an 82" in their family room, my first thought was that it really didn't look that much bigger until I walked into another room where the 65" now hung and it seemed "tiny."
By John Korkie5 years ago in Humans
Holding at all costs
It was 7am and I was walking the trail in town. I preferred early morning exercise, it helped me remain alert for the rest for the day. And today was going to be a busy one. Zoom meeting at 9, quick store run, then another Zoom meeting at 3. I quickened my pace. I would be Video Conferencing until 6. I had dinner plans after with my neighbor Kay. She was celebrating seven years of sobriety. I was proud of her and thought she deserved recognition. My treat.
By Sandra Goncalves5 years ago in Humans
Bomb Cyclone March 13, 2019 - Denver, CO
It was a Wednesday, my 34th birthday, and I was off to work. It was like any other wintery day in Colorado, except my husband was begging me not to go to work. My friends had warned me days in advance. Everyone was talking about this huge snowstorm coming and I didn't heed their warnings. I have driven in snow storms before, so I really had no fear.
By DMTakeshi5 years ago in Humans
The Story of Us
As I sat there staring up at the night sky all I could think was how it paled in comparison to my evening companion. Hell, I paled in comparison to her. It being my first date in quite a while, I had forgotten all the little easy things how to act, how to talk, and how to relax. I even forgot that I have more than half a brain. Seriously, for a moment it was like a switch was flipped and I went brain dead I wasn't used to not being the smartest person in the room. Living in New York you rarely get a good look at the stars so it was already apparent as we sat on Rockaway beach that tonight was going to be like no other a strong difference between a date and a DATE was slightly drawn in the sand and my life would be forever changed.
By Yogi Lang5 years ago in Humans
Ghosty's Nightmare
For years, little Ghosty lived alone. He was too ghostly to be human, and too human to be ghostly. Unlike the other ghost, Ghosty was more scared than scary.
By Elijah Williams5 years ago in Humans
We’re a Broken Society, and There Is No Vaccine For That
America is falling apart, and some political experts want you to believe everything is okay. Shooting and murder rates are surging, and people cannot afford to live anymore. COVID-19 cases are increasing, and Pfizer CEO Albert Bourla is trying to sell the public another vaccine that stands to make him billions of dollars.
By Luay Rahil5 years ago in Humans
Letter to Mom.
March 3, 2017 Mom: Today was a good one! As usual, you would love to be here. And I would love it if you were. I was on my way to work and I realized that spring is definitely on its way! You know I always send you pictures of the dead trees and the somber look they give to the campus. Well, today it has been pretty warm! Actually, it has been this way since I came back from Winter Break. I have to confess I am glad it is. I was tired of using boots and double sweaters! You know how easily cold I get.
By Daniela Pirela5 years ago in Humans
How To Keep Up Appearances At Work While Going Through A Divorce?
Getting a separation can be probably the hardest thing you do. Your marriage was built on the foundations of love and trust and now that those foundations are no longer there, it can make you feel quite insecure. It’s normal to feel irritable, in any event, when you're working. However, it’s incredibly important to maintain your composure when you’re in a professional environment, as you never know how upper management will perceive your actions. Once you’ve spoken to a divorce lawyer and are sure about the proceedings, you can use the following tips to take care of your mental and emotional health, even at work.
By Alexander1585 years ago in Humans
Habits.
Demands of an inner you, damn password again. Reset your password. Error, you have used that in the last 12 months. Error, too easy for others to infiltrate. Error, too short. Must include symbols, and numbers ….
By Dawn Earnshaw5 years ago in Humans