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.
Bad Girl House 17.5
Years earlier, when driving from the university to John’s apartment, I had to pass an abortion clinic that sat on a nearby corner. There were often protestors circling the building, waving shockingly graphic signs high in the air. They screamed their ideals at anyone who quickly walked by or drove past with their windows down. Although I understood both sides of the issue, I never imagined actually walking through the doors of that clinic. Two times now, I had endured mental and physical torture to keep that from happening. Over two pregnancies, a pattern had been clearly established.
By Kathy Sees6 years ago in Humans
Me, Him & IT
I look out and see Sean coming around the coffee shop. I yell out to him “Over here!”, he takes notice and walks toward me. The guy’s name is Sean who I just called out. He’s pretty hot, I’m not gonna lie because he has a nice beard, tall and damn these muscles. The sexual drive in me makes me a little horny and is making my nipples stiffen. As he got closer, I could smell his perfume because he smells so damn good.
By Anqi Fleming6 years ago in Humans
Mojave Rain at the End of the World
They had met on a supply run. He had thought there would be no one in abandoned Californian grocery store. It looked like it had already been raided with its boarded up windows shattered, the wood splintered down the middle where people had previously ripped it open. Perhaps all the good that was once inside would be gone but Quentin wanted to check anyway.
By yanina maysonet6 years ago in Humans
Kintsukuroi
-1- It is a rare opportunity, some would say a random circumstance, for a creative in any discipline to be awarded a public art commission, particularly one that pays a handsome living wage. This opportunity has come at a time when many aspects of people’s lives, particularly concerning the economy, have been negatively impacted by a global pandemic. Who, e v e r, could have predicted such an event, or how it would change life on a global scale? Changes that will be in many ways irreversible. Only time will tell which facets of society return to ‘normal’. It’s difficult not to feel guilty for having been given such an opportunity at a time like this.
By Jane Bowen6 years ago in Humans
Summer Porcupine
Car exhaust mingled with the scent of late summer on the side of the Wisconsin highway. Keeping to the shoulder, Luke walked slowly home after visiting a nearby flea market. Seeing a small lump where the gravel met tall grass, he investigated, finding a dead porcupine. To Luke, at age twelve, the departed creature wasn't just roadkill. It was treasure.
By Mark Bailey6 years ago in Humans
The Cave
This is another story that I wrote for a Creative writing class during undergrad. This is a children's mystery that I was told by my fellow classmates/critics as an example of the 'Encyclopedia Brown' stories. I will be making a few changes and I hope they will be for the better of the story. I feel my writing aptitude has improved since 1990 when I had taken this course.
By Mark Graham6 years ago in Humans
Stranger things have happened
The fact is my husband inherited this house from the elder who owned it and counted him as a son. When Devon's family first migrated from the Caribbean, they moved to a home a few blocks away from a man named Mr. Carleton. He lived in this beautifully maintained single- family home. The lawn was always well manicured and everyone admired it. The thing that really stuck out about Mr. Carleton was he lived alone; he never married and never had any children.
By Emunah Y'srael6 years ago in Humans
Dialogue in the mirror
Dialogue in the mirror An exasperatedly raised eyebrow raises, if that was even possible, even more, while Caroline examines critically her own image in the mirror. It’s early in the morning, she has just woken up with a fixed thought. No, her eyebrow seems to tell her, it’s not a thought, silly, it’s a feeling. Oh, hush, Caroline says. It’s too early now for me to even make the difference. I haven’t even had my coffee yet, and you know I can’t even dream of thinking before my morning coffee.
By Roxana Leonte6 years ago in Humans
