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.
Hand-me-down Life of a Metal Bowl Named Mumford Ash
My name is Mumford Ash. I am a metal bowl made of ores, dusted away repeatedly but now to a desperate ledge. My birth owner lost it all, including me, when strangers sold everything he kept—a frustrated pot who copes long enough to treasure my life's purpose.
By C.A Fenderson Jr.5 years ago in Humans
The Alien Who Told Me About My Date
I am snuggled up in my bed when I notice a magnificent bright light through the window that lit up the entire back yard. It was brighter than any bolt of lightning I’d ever seen and I didn’t hear any rain outside so it couldn’t be lightning that was lighting up the nighttime sky. I’m staring out the window but all I see is a the light that is illuminating the back yard like a football stadium. I ran to the back door and tried peering through the window blinds but still I see nothing. Ok, my curiosity is killing me at this point but it’s also coupled with a bit of fear. Curiosity wins this one though. I go for it. I open the back door and step out onto the deck. I look up and nearly faint from what I see. Circular lights on a plane or space ship of some sort hovering just above the house. In a second it’s landed in the yard and a door opens. I am sure I thought of running but, paralyzed by what I was seeing, I just stood there frozen. An alien figure emerges and says, “look for the man with the UFO tattoo on his arm. This will be the man you’re meant to be with.” In an instant he was back on board and the plane disappeared. I rubbed my eyes turned and went inside. Suddenly, I hear a crash. Next thing I know I’m pulling myself out from my under the covers as I wake from sleeping. Apparently, Dexter, my dog, knocked over the lamp in the living room which startled and awakened me from that crazy Alien dream.
By Debra Debek5 years ago in Humans
From Worst to First
it was June 4th 1975 and I had two tickets to the Bachman Turner Overdrive concert at the Hollywood Amphitheater, but alas, no date. My roommate Tim and his girlfriend Gail suggested I ask Gails’ friend Cindy, who was way out of my league, but desperate times call for, well you know, desperate measures. Cindy was a looker, picture an even prettier Natalie Wood, and I had sweaty palms as I dialed her digits. She answered promptly and after swallowing my tongue a few times I finally found my voice and blurted out the invitation and she readily accepted,
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Humans
Do Fetish love spell work?
Fixation is an assortment of strict thoughts predominantly from the Caribbean country Haiti and Africa, making two kinds of obsession. They are vastly different in nature and are known as the Louisiana Fetish and Haitian Fetish separately. The previous kind of fixation is a result of Afro-American strict culture.
By Prof Nahabu5 years ago in Humans
Caged & Framed: Part One
James inhaled frost. It tasted disgusting. Throat burning, fingers twitching he let himself into his house for the first time in seven years. An overload of leaflets and envelopes greeted his feet. He kicked them out the way and locked the door behind him. A picture of a blonde girl suntanning in Thailand caught his eye.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
My Name is Anthony
At the end of a long and tiring day, I went to one of those third-class bars where I could get drunk and pay little. Shortly after I’d arrived, a charming woman came in. She turned the regulars’ heads. It was unusual that a woman with such a luxury dress and jewelry visits this bar. She sat next to me at the counter. Her presence was so strong and made me feel shy with my shabby clothes. I thought of leaving my place and sitting far that I watched her beauty with no embarrassment, but she surprised me by introducing herself.
By Ayman Baroudi5 years ago in Humans
