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.
I've Been Here 103 Days, I Think
I've been here 103 days, I think. I try to remember every night to scratch another tally mark on the smooth part of the wall, but I'm sure I've forgotten to do it some nights. I'm starting to run out of space. The majority of the walls are either old, corroded and water-damaged, or rough red bricks that can't be drawn on. I can't waste my paper by drawing tally marks; then I'd have nothing to write on. He only gives me 3 blank sheets a week, because I asked for it. That was kind of him. I use the space wisely; I got in the habit of writing in small letters so I could fit more on the page. I write slowly, so more time passes. I don't write about anything important.. only about what I see and feel; what I can't change. But I'll never write about what he does to me. The minute I write about that, it becomes real. I won't accept that as another thing that can't change. Instead, I write to forget. The pain, the fear, the hunger, the cold, the lack of brain-stimulation, the loneliness.. all of it.
By Danielle Gargano5 years ago in Humans
The Last Ferry Home
"Last call for the seven o'clock ferry! Last call!" Harriet tried not to feel too discombobulated as she attempted to juggle her wheeled suitcase, her carry-on bag, her purse, and a windbreaker. Now she remembered why she didn't like traveling alone: there was never anyone else around to help with the luggage. The extra hands would have been nice right about then. And then, just as she managed to get up the ramp and past the ferry's threshold, her jacket escaped the crook of her elbow and fell to the ground. She offered an apologetic smile to the ferry worker waiting to collect her ticket, but he didn't even move an inch to help her retrieve her wayward windbreaker.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
Things Aren’t Always as They Seem
When we arrived at the Bowling Alley it was packed. There was a group of young professionals who had clearly decided to have some kind of weekend get-together. They had booked most of the alleys but luckily we got one. While the boys went to get the drinks I sat down with June.
By Rejoice Denhere5 years ago in Humans
Dreams are dreams. Dreams are supposed to be magnificent. Aren’t they?
It all happened so fast. I do not know where I am. I do not even know my name. I laid on a sandy beach with nothing but the waves to comfort me. After a couple of minutes of looking around and trying to regain my thoughts, I finally got up. I was lightheaded. I could barely stand up properly. Once I finally could stand up, I went to explore the island. I also tried to remember why I ended up here, but I did not remember anything. I came across something in the distance. I could not make out what it was. I took my chances and went towards it. After what felt like years of walking, I finally got to it. I rubbed my eyes to get the sand out of them.
By Ceo Of Dying5 years ago in Humans
Cabernet Problems Pt. 2
The air was still for a minute while Savannah stood there in disbelief. Travis’ smile was unchanging. The light reflected off his perfect, white teeth. The perfume scent lingered in the air, Aubree’s tea party babbles were hushed in the background, and everything seemed the same. But At that moment, Savannah knew everything was different.
By Amber Sanfilippo5 years ago in Humans
The tiger
The ground shook, the birds took flight, and I felt myself falling! All I can think of is axe! I reach into the side of my mountain gear, and grab the axe. Instinctively I reach out and the weight of all of my body shook in pain holding the axe, then my dangling legs trying to find something for my spikes to jab into.
By Leslie Strom5 years ago in Humans
The Book Club
Shelly had no luck expressing her love in the three dimensional realm. Social media encounters with single men online had become a hobby for her to study the dating game, opening herself up to discovering what she had been longing for. Nights alone at her loft were spent with her only companion, a black and grey bengal cat named Alfalfa. Sitting in solitude at her desk contemplating life, Alfalfa would chirp at the door insistent on taking council with some other creature looming in the outside world. After a failed love attempt, Shelly would turn to her books and a glass of wine, immersing herself into characters who could achieve what she could not. When she wasn’t reading she was meditating, working to manifest the true things she wanted out of life. On the rare event that she took a break from functioning at a higher consciousness, she would venture out with acquaintances to a bar or two, but they never amounted to more than that. She was ready for her true significant other to enter her world. He would be likened to a martini, love shaken with tranquility, no ice.
By Vayda Ingersoll 5 years ago in Humans
A Night Under the Stars
It's been far too long since she's had a night where she can relax, shed her worries, and just enjoy herself. She has been looking forward to the date she made for tonight all week. This is the first time she's done something like this. All her friends have been telling her that she's been working herself too hard, that she needs to take a night to do something for herself. Her friends say a lot of things, but this time, she decided that they were right, and she knew just how to accomplish that goal. So she finally cleared a night in her schedule to go on that date she's been promising herself she would say yes to. She's planned everything out perfectly. It will all happen here, at her place; she will enjoy a beautiful meal under the stars and just be herself for a night.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro5 years ago in Humans
