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.
The Wine Glass
The Wine Glass If you’ve ever been to Paris, France, “Ol Paree” as some of the French like to call it, then you know they are well-known for their art, culture, fashion, history, pastries, and for being the city of romance. However, if you’re a wine enthusiast or “Connoisseur”, like myself, then you know Paris is also known for its wine. Now combine two of Paris’ greatest assets and you have the recipe for the greatest love story ever told! Yea, I know all romance stories say that, but have you ever met your best friend, your soulmate, your future over a glass of wine? I didn’t think so. So sit back, maybe grab a glass of wine yourself and come join me on this romantic adventure which begins on the old cobblestone streets of Paris.
By A World of Expressions5 years ago in Humans
Last First Date
Olivia had never seen so many sharpies in her life. As she stared at the glass jars, holding every shape and size imaginable, she felt the cold press of the night air against the damp nape of her neck, the breeze passing through the front door which swung open and shut at an alarming rate as the restaurant filled with desperate singles. She knew that meant she should hurry up and pick a sharpie, sign Olivia under the Hi! My Name Is: adorned on the sticker below her. The hostess had ripped it off the roll and waved her on at least five minutes ago.
By Alexis Pinkney5 years ago in Humans
Empty Wine Glass
The ride home was tranquil one could hear the tires of every car on the road. If one can be still enough, they might listen to the individual conversations of the people in the cars beside them. Alisa thought to herself; she was so tired of him getting upset to the point he would not acknowledge her. Alisa felt he did not care about her feelings; the only feelings that matter was his. Alisa always just always listened to how he felt. This time he did not talk. He remained silent; he did not even look at her. Alisha placed her perfectly manicured hand in the middle of the seat between them. He did not reach for her hand, and they enjoyed holding each other's hands while driving home. He just kept his eyes on the road and said nothing. She always tried to ease him by telling a joke to make him laugh. It did not work; he would not say anything, he would get quieter; the only thing they both would hear is their breaths; one can count their breaths. The ride home with him felt like a stab at the heart.
By Latoiua Foster5 years ago in Humans
A Knight With Wine
Leaving work later than usual, Cayla hopped off the last step with more perk than she actually felt. She was terribly relieved she’d thought ahead and packed some toiletries and a clean pair of jeans in her backpack before rushing out the door this morning.
By Nicole Deviney5 years ago in Humans
Was it even real?
Ring ring ring hello? You sleep? If I was sleep would I have answered? Now before you jump to conclusions Jarrell had been calling for a second date for over three weeks now , however I just couldn’t do it . See lets rewind to our first date .
By Alexendria Mccullough 5 years ago in Humans
Pour, Swivel, Smell, Taste
Every Thursday night Mrs. Walker comes in and sits at table 39 by the window, and asks for our Finest Merlot. She orders a bottle and two wine glasses. She asks the waiter to leave the bottle at the table. She pours herself a glass, places the glass stem between her two fingers then swivels it on the table. She picks it up to smell, then taste. She always leaves the second glass empty, as if she was waiting for someone, and stays until we are closed for the night.
By Sheba Lawshea5 years ago in Humans
Petit Merle
She took the protective pocket off the Velcro strip and placed a "Laura's Pick" card inside, then refastened it under the cubby holding the St. Emilion Merlot the employees had just tasted from their weekly shipment. The long finish still lingered in the back of her throat. It was not a surprise to any of her colleagues at the wine shop that she had chosen a merlot to promote.
By Laura MacLeod5 years ago in Humans
Muñeca Linda
Barbara had just stepped outside the store, on the way back to her motel, when one of the plastic bag’s handles broke unexpectedly. The bottle of Merlot she had just purchased shattered into one thousand pieces upon contact with the curb. The ruby-brick explosion on the grey cement was followed by Pollock-like dripping as Barbara carried to the closest trashcan the rest of the unfortunate bottle wrapped in the bag, like a bloody murder weapon. “At least I saved the frozen pizza,” she thought.
By Milena Anfosso5 years ago in Humans
