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.
Warrior Princess
There she was standing at the top in a state of inaction. The rays of light in between the scattered clouds created a mesmerizing glow. The angelic glow highlighted the contours of all the buildings with hues of golden orange. "How funny," she thought, "the ghetto looks magical, sort of beautiful, as if there is hope after all."
By Dih-Anah Marie5 years ago in Humans
you.
Dear You, I remember you. You used to be my hastening light, illuminating the ocean in the sky. Everything is grey now. No more bursts of green and murmurings of leaves like before. Our destination changed, but I never got to say my goodbye. Everything is barren now, stripping all possibility of our reconciliation.
By I.A. Balitska5 years ago in Humans
"Wouldn't That Be Nice"
I had a dream I went down Lincoln Road. I went to some kind of huge mansion and laid out tarps. I guess there were several floors. I went outside and sat on the grass. I guess we looked at the buildings across the street and imagined renting them. I eventually walked down the road and went to some kind of restaurant to pick up a order. I might have brought it back then forgot my salmon lock sandwich. I went inside and I thought the guy was joking with me. He reminded me of a past coworker. I saw what looked like some kind of frosty salmon locks but he handed me some kind of huge flat piece of bagel. It had nothing on it. I got upset but walked out anyways. Once outside the employee came running out and gave me another order. I guess it was a normal sized bagel to go with my over sized bagel bottom. I started walking home and they kept trying to cable out a crane cable or something. I eventually walked by a parking lot in Worcester. I guess I bought my green car there and traded it in. I saw several cars double parked with metal litter down the road. I guess the junk yard employee recognized me and came running after me. I saw some kind of car with a veteran plate drive by. I guess the junk yard guy gave me a set of wicked thin silver looking brass knuckles. We went into a building he managed or something and got a tour. I guess I saw a huge five foot by five foot rectangular block of green stone on a thirty or forty degree shelf. The stone was cut on the corner starting with a small missing triangle and lead up to a large missing corner triangle. It was hanging over the edge and engineered so it wouldn't fall. I saw a small tree in a pot next to it. I guess we got shown some kind of fire enclosure area before going outside. They mention some kind of company that had affiliations with a local lake commission. I saw hundreds of square stones with short grass growing up between the cracks. We walked under some kind of construction area and it looked like shit all over the ground. It looked dark under the edge of the building. I realized the material was mud once I stepped onto it. We eventually met a old guy that claimed to be a war hero. I guess someone did research and they said he wasn't the guy he claimed to be but someone else at the battle. They went on to talk about how some kind of psychologist with them was accused of doing experiments on people. They suggested the guy might have actually been the guy he claimed to be but with a brain transplant. We went to some kind of building and walked around. I guess it had the history of presidents. We eventually started to leave and said “too bad Lincoln wasn't still around to solve this veteran affair!” Just then a black security guard we vaguely noticed before said “Wouldn't that be nice.” I guess Morgan spent his life working in the building and barely got the attention he deserved. He handed us a heart shaped locket and I realized his hair looked exactly like george washington's hair. We went up into some kind of high part of the building. They talked about adding one more floor level but they couldn't solve the decorative stone problem. Someone with me pressed some area and it opened to a manhole cover in a street. They started talking about adding a couple floors, then they said they might as well build an entire building.
By Jeremiah Christian Obermeyer5 years ago in Humans
Defiance Date
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. At least I think it wasn’t. I look around my surroundings. They seem familiar. A small living room in a house that looks like it hosted a bomb or two inside it. Is this place mine? I’ve never owned a house, I don’t think. I suppose I own it now. There’s nobody around to really claim it’s theirs, anyway. This is a luxurious half-a-house with one non-working bathroom that is only five minutes from what used to be restaurants and shopping areas. It has three what-passes-for walls and half a roof. I joked it was an “open air aesthetic” once. It seemed funny. Not sure if I ever got to tell anyone the joke, though.
By Paul Railsback5 years ago in Humans
Cutting Out the Past
I knew it. I fucking knew it. You can think whatever you want in your mind just don’t let it come out of your mouth. That’s all that was racing through my head when I looked over at the red flashing numbers that burned into my eyes; it forced me to close them for the first time for more than a second in two days. The overwhelming burning that came from the mixture of lack of sleep and and wind-sprints can only be compared to that of the one-hundred and three degree fever I experienced as a child. I was exhausted and out of time. Today was our weekly weigh in and I knew I was going to be over. This happens to us “bleeders” as we are now referred to. Once upon a time we were people. Now we are merely scoffed at by the droids as collateral damage. Too much “cargo” and the ship does not travel at optimum speed. All we can figure out is that when there is too much of “us”, they make sure we make it right. And by make it right that is what I had to do. I had to bring my weight down by three ounces. But back to being a “bleeder”, I currently have my period so my weight is up. Every third to forth week like clockwork unless I starve myself I am over my weight allotment. With food being as scarce as it is there is no turning away a free meal if it is presented to you. I don’t know about you but I did not fall down and bump my head and forget that in this new utopian society that we were promised is not all that it’s cracked up to be.
By Erin Pyrchla5 years ago in Humans
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By Karan Mahindru5 years ago in Humans
If I Could Be Anything
If I Could Be Anything If I could do anything, live anyway, take any adventure, or be any one I could imagine, I would simply begin with poverty. I would begin my life with two married parents and one older sister in a small two-bedroom home in a low-income neighborhood. I would be two or three before I get my first dog and I would name him Spike, not because I like that name but because one of the small girls in a cartoon on the television who looked nothing like me would have named her dog that. My parents would end up homeless and my older sister and I would ride in the back seat of a two-door white Ford truck looking for homes in the middle of the night. I imagine the rides would feel like adventures that never ended, and I would doze in and out of sleep right before using the bathroom on the side of the road. At this point your probably wondering “Why this life?” but bear with me and it will all come together. My parents would finally find our dream home and we would move in and live happily ever after, that is until they would decide that the relationship is causing more pain than peace and ultimately separate. If I could be any teenager, I could imagine during this time I would have been the cool kid with the single parent. Attending every party, I could get my hands on and failing miserably in school. I would probably drop out my sophomore year because that is what the principles would recommend at the alternative school, I would have no choice but to attend. On graduation day I would tell my friends that I cannot attend the ceremony because I have to work, but in reality I would not be able bare sitting in an audience right next to my shame, clapping for people I am not happy for. I imagine that I would graduate a year late because by the time I realize school is important I would have already been one year behind “better late than never.”
By Simone J Phillips5 years ago in Humans
