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.
Neither fair nor free
If the ship had known why it was headed for the new land, it would have refused its mission a long time ago. Too long ago to even remember the faces that it left behind at the shore, where hefty men, set in their frame, and set in their ways, held back grieving mothers in tears, from their children as they walked on board. Once the last child's feet stepped onto the ship, the remaining men followed suit without haste, and what looked like to be the leader of the group, wearing tan pants with a cream cotton shirt and black shawl, signaled to the Captain to leave. But the ship knew nothing concerning the destiny that awaited its trepid young passengers, and so compliantly set sail along the path that so many other ships had gone before, heading straight for the Atlantic Ocean.
By Prarthana Chandran5 years ago in Humans
The Gift
Honking the horn three times was the official indication I was open for business. I cranked the door wide, stepped down, and set up the sign with the picture of an owl with a monocle lens and a book under its wing. It was a wise and studious symbol for the bookmobile bus that dropped by this wheat kernel of a prairie farm town not yet grown up enough to have its own library. Someone once said I bore a resemblance and in fact was sometimes referred to as The Owl Lady.
By Coranne Creswell5 years ago in Humans
Cycling Through Love
The cloudless sky filled the lounge with blinding sunlight. “Can we get some curtains down in here?!” Naomi’s impatience was clear as she pushed through a cluster of cameramen. A PA scurried past her to jerk down the window shades. “Take it from the top.” Naomi had moved to a folding chair facing away from the light.
By Mackenzie Dickeson5 years ago in Humans
The Gallery of Lost Things
Brigida Brandt was the icon to talk about in the little seaside town known as Windling Cove. Her would-be mansion sat looking over the cliffs cascading down to foamy blue waters, and many a teenager had been dared to jump from such a height to resurface in the sea below. It was said Brigida often watched the adolescent charades from her veranda and wore a faint smile on her thin lips.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
Cursed Dream
I woke up with sweat pouring off my face into a glistening pool on my pillow. I glanced over at the clock on my bed-side table. The illuminated numbers on the screen had just turned over to midnight. Then I remembered suddenly. I quickly shoved my blanket aside and hopped out of my bed. I ran over to the sliding balcony doors. I left them open hoping the cool ocean air would soothe my slumber. The wind made the white frilly curtains dance around my figure. That’s when I saw it out in the distance.
By Natalie Miller5 years ago in Humans
Something In The Water
Chapatis are not nice. Anu does not like them and will not eat them. They’re dry, they taste like nothing, they make her thirsty, and her father says she shouldn’t drink too much water on a ship. That she’ll run through the supply meant for the whole crew. He can say what he wants. She’s not eating this chapati.
By Damini Kane5 years ago in Humans
Good Girl
It was 4 am. I had tried to sleep but my mind was racing. I felt the crushing weight of fear on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. The gnawing emptiness in the pit of my stomach reminded me I had forgotten to eat again. The horror of facing my worst nightmare in daylight had turned me into a zombie, unable to sleep or eat, not able to do anything but unable to do anything, either. I moved slowly in the dark, towards my kettle and made myself a mug of steaming, strong, black coffee. Slipping on my jacket, I grabbed my keys and carried my coffee to my front door. I opened the door and walked across to the other side of the street. I ducked down an alley by the side of an expensive boutique hotel. I reached the end of the alley and found myself in the marina. I could breathe again. I made my way to a concrete bench and sat down, clutching my coffee for warmth.
By JoJoBonetto5 years ago in Humans
The Ocean Healing
At 35 years old, Reni knew that he could no longer live as he did for the first 34 years of his life. The lazy, reserved, soft-spoken and usually timid character that defined him had to take the back seat for good this time otherwise these habits would erode his life away like the way the 6-foot waves he was currently looking at were eroding the rocky shores of this fish farm beach on which he had found solace.
By James Ssekamatte5 years ago in Humans
