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 Serengeti Thief
Rachel, a Ph.D. student, with distinctions in Zoology, looks down at her plane ticket, squeals, then wave it in the air. Five years, flipping burgers at McDonald's, to pay for her internship, at Mara River Research Camp, studying the Great Migration of Wildebeest and Zebra.
By Kelly Austin5 years ago in Humans
The Mystery Merlot Man
As I walk into the smoke-filled room, a wave of anxiety overcomes me. I’m finally meeting HIM. Jack. The guy who has been on the other end of the phone whenever I need him. The man who knows everything about me, my deepest darkest secrets. I start to question everything he has ever told me. What if he isn’t who he says he is? What if I’ve been catfished and some old man walks in who I’ve trusted with everything? What if he is who he says he is but he is luring me here to kidnap me? It suddenly dawns on me nobody knows I’m meeting him here tonight and I’m hyper aware of my surroundings. I try my best to push it to the back of my head and make a B-line straight for the bar. I order the strongest thing on the menu. Absinthe. Knocking back the shot my ears are pierced by the group of drunk men fumbling around the stage butchering Sex On Fire by Kings Of Leon. Through all my overthinking, a small smile finds its way across my face.
By YesItsMocha5 years ago in Humans
The Importance of Anonymity. Top Story - April 2021.
I sighed, pushing my face deeper into the pillow. Lately sleep had been evading me, but tonight was the worst. I had been tossing and turning all night and the most unpleasant part was my husband snoring away next to me.
By Lily Nielsen5 years ago in Humans
Prized Bottle
Jo strode into the bottle shop, her target clear in her mind. There was a certain bottle of Merlot she had to get to. As she approached her objective, a shape moved into her peripheral vision. A hand reached from her right side aiming for the last bottle of Chateaux Marsau.
By Ash Helmond5 years ago in Humans
The commercialization of emotions
This is a new topic been discussed. Have you ever used a dating site before? If you did it was probably for meeting someone an building an intimate relationship. According to google, the reason for people using dating sites is to find quote "like-minded people" or matches. And it is clear that the internet portray the use of dating apps as all positive. For example one site suggest that Meeting people and falling for them can lead to a disappointment since you barely know them. But online dating apps allow you to read through.
By Alain junior5 years ago in Humans
Only the White Man Knows How to Grow Cotton
I’s wouldn’t a believed dis story either if I’s hadn’t lived through it myself. One minute I’s lyin’ between da tall corn stalks, a soft summer wind kissing my cheeks as da hot Mississippi sun beat down on da fields. Da next minute my world were turnt ‘round.
By Diane Stewart5 years ago in Humans
Liar, Liar
When people lie they do it for a reason. Obviously. And that reason? I don’t know. All I know right now is that the woman sitting in front of me is a liar. She is not qualified to do her job. I could report her but what good would that do without solid evidence? Also, I don’t want to be the one responsible for the department manager suffering from a heart attack. I can just picture the inquest into the COD (cause of death) - "Did someone give him a terrible shock?" No, I am not going down that route.
By Rejoice Denhere5 years ago in Humans
Dream Date
Why’d I ever agree to this? Oh right, because it pays. But still. It’s one thing to check your morality at the door- or online portal, in this case- and invent an elaborate system of justifications. “I’m just doing it for the money”. “Money I’ll put towards my degree”. Ya. Sure. And where, exactly, did you get that Gucci wallet?
By Alex Heller5 years ago in Humans
Someone is Living in My Mirror
Someone is living in my mirror. Every time I look in it, he is there. And I’m not happy about it, not at all. For starters, he is always mimicking me! If I move my right arm, he moves his left; when I look to the left, he looks to the right! Very mature, you joker!
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Humans
The River
The river flowed faster and faster the cold seeping down to my core. I was out of hope. There was no way I could possibly survive this! I knew I shouldn't have gone on that trail at night by myself. I should have known that it would be flooded at the end with the current of the river. I should have known!
By Alicia Lenea5 years ago in Humans
