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.
Little Black Book
Darius sat at the table eyeing the duffle bag cautiously. He knew eventually he had to open it and see what it contained, but remained glued to the chair recapping the events of the day. What was supposed to be a routine pickup from his uncle turned into disaster in a matter of moments. Everything happened so quickly and he was still trying to make sense, slowly playing each moment back in his head over and over again, almost as if he thought hard enough he would be able to change what had taken place. He knew he couldn’t, but it was his own way of coping with and accepting reality.
By Aaron Glover6 years ago in Humans
Bad Girl House 15
For far too long, the same set of knives still sat on my kitchen counter. They were a wedding gift from my aunt that lives in St. Louis. I kept them for years, even after getting divorced. I could only bring myself to use the smallest knife. Just looking at the matte black handles coming out of the wooden block brought back terribly vivid memories. The feeling of the larger knives in my hand was unbearable. I finally replaced them a few years ago with a bright, multicolored set. I must have thought that would stop the memories, but any sharp knife seemed to trigger those thoughts.
By Kathy Sees6 years ago in Humans
The Magic of Karma
I brushed powdered sugar from my lips and left the last bite of my beignets. I couldn’t finish them. After a huge lunch at Mulate’s, there was simply no more room. I pulled up a map on my phone, reminiscing on the seafood gumbo I’d just enjoyed, eager to resume my sightseeing.
By Jenny McFarland6 years ago in Humans
Love Is Blind..And Sometimes Super Freaking Toxic
At the ripe age of 14 I entered the hallways of my high school—shy, timid and naïve beyond belief. Though some called me overprotected, I just called it “sheltered.” Not in a sense that I was locked away in a tower awaiting Prince Charming’s true love kiss—but nonetheless, I knew NOTHING about the world around me and just how manipulative, scary and outrageously fun it could be. This was mostly because I was a massive rule-follower. I believed (and still tend to) that rules were made to be followed. That there is a specific design setup to protect people just like me from getting hurt.
By Katiah Scisum6 years ago in Humans
What they left out
Cinders, bound to the voiceless melody, sung with each exhale the atmosphere would dare present. Fluttered aimlessly along the skyline, set to rest in a temporary state until nature deemed them unworthy and claimed their delicate forms for rebirth. Condensed hydrogen rolled along the pristine azure, bearing diligently crafted crystalline that would soon join ashes and embers in their great descent for a brief, unpracticed choreography. However, their melody would cease to go unnoticed whether they were wary of such or not. It would be the snow fall’s empty steps that she would cling to like a drop of her own blood to keep her mind steady. That it was all indeed still very real no matter how far she sank into the twists and turns of a consciousness saturated in an intangible matter.
By Rosebud Austin6 years ago in Humans
Vainglory
Seattle on an autumn noon is akin to a toddler on the verge of crying. Gray sky that promised pelting rain according to the weather forecast, but right now all she does is dispose of misty air that makes it hard to breathe. With a chronic, untreated sinusitis, I do not fare well in a relatively frigid city like this one. But by the merits of birthplace and hometown, Seattle has earned my inherent love. For this is where I belong, for I know not any other place--any other possibility.
By Felicia Cindy6 years ago in Humans
Found Objects
Linden had a habit, a bad habit. Linden collected things, things from shops and tag sales, things she didn’t pay for. They weren’t ever big things, or expensive things; she craved the small thrill of taking things. It was a hobby. No, it was more like a sport. In truth, it was an addiction. Linden was addicted to thieving.
By Kathleen Richert6 years ago in Humans
The Dream That Predicted Flood Ivan
The Dream That Predicted Flood Ivan Back in the fall of 2004 we had a very productive storm season. In my neck of the woods there were four sequential floods each happening on the weekends and each getting progressively worse. I live in Ohio, so we do not have hurricanes, but we do get the fallout from them; strong winds, rain, hail and lots of damage.
By Tammy Higgins6 years ago in Humans
Sodmorrah Incorporated
Sarah didn't notice the bag at first. When she did, her hand froze on the ignition, her knuckles white from the sudden death grip. A flurry of emotions jostled for power. Fear, suspicion, indignation, curiosity. Slowly she took her hand from the ignition and reached for the bag.
By Shawn Luther6 years ago in Humans
