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.

Glue Trap Suburbia
All the homes in Cassus come with a white picket fence and a graveyard on the front lawn. Decorated with flowers and photos of bygone days, each tombstone is a museum of the great American dream. For generations, the graves were left undisturbed, bodies resting peacefully beneath the earth. That was until I arrived this morning, shovel in hand.
By Jack Silver6 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Exhausted and on autopilot, Gerrard trudged into his apartment, placed his keys in the porcelain holder and the black book right next to it on the console table in the entryway. Without bothering to turn on the lights, he flipped the slit on the doorknob and turned the deadbolt above it to lock the door behind him. There was barely enough ambient light filtering in through the window blinds from outside, to discern the distinction of the objects in his apartment by their silhouettes but not bright enough to ascertain their details. He went to his refrigerator, grabbed a bag of frozen peas, held it at the back of his head, and continued languidly into his bedroom, right to the foot of the bed, and paused. He seemed fixated on the artwork, mounted on the wall, above the headboard. Seemingly imbibing it in silent contemplation, like an art savant, except, his gaze held no focus and it was dark. Whatever he was looking at, whatever he was seeing was not in front of him!
By HenRoc6 years ago in Humans
Diane
My babushka has been dead for almost two years. She had looked as frail as the royals in Egyptian coffins from ten thousands BC, with their last minutes wrapped with care, their lives preserved for eternity.
By Travis A Yanes6 years ago in Humans
Finding My Feet
The house was quiet as I sat staring around the room. Grandpops had carried my luggage from the car and into the downstairs guest room. He had gently placed the large suitcase on the bed before he stood quietly, wringing his hands together, his eyes misty and blinking rapidly.
By Tina Evans6 years ago in Humans
October 26th, 2028
Her fingers snapped through the pages of the little black book. Her lips stung with salt. She couldn't stop mindlessly eating corn chips between each scan of the page. It wasn't filling the hole, but the barrage dulled the pain. Eventually, the greasy slick on her fingers became heavy enough that she needed a napkin. Instead, she scrubbed her fingers on the side of a stack of bills held with a pale yellow band labeled “$10,000.” She then pulled out one of the bills and dabbed at the corners of her mouth like a napkin. “Baller.” She said to herself and laughed.
By J.S. Kohout6 years ago in Humans
Head's Up
James turned right onto the winding gravel driveway toward his grandfather’s house. Rows of trees lined each side that usually had an enchanting feeling to them, but not today. Today, even with the brilliant light from the setting sun, the drive had no magic. It was beautiful, but not in the way that glows – in an empty sort of way.
By Bobby Campbell6 years ago in Humans
Veinte Mil
For not the first time that day, and certainly not the last, Steve frowned at his bank statement. He’d been doing so, on this occasion, for the past five minutes at least. To all outward appearances his frown was drawn from great concentration – thoughts barrelling through his mind as he thrashed out some complex hypothetical matter, perhaps. Yet this was merely an illusion. Steve’s mind was curiously vacant of thought, despite the many rather pressing questions that the statement before him presented. Namely, why. Why was it how it was? He’d written off the likelihood of a transfer in error, as it seemed simply too deliberate. Which only left him more confused.
By Dee6 years ago in Humans
Reborn
The wind whipped wildly across the hills, tossing leaves to scatter amongst the various debris. With one hand gripping upon her hood she trekked downwards, feet stumbling on the loose gravel, she dared not look back. There within her arm, tucked between it and her chest was a dark, worn black leather bound book that she clung to desperately. The long tattered material of her dress danced between her bare feet as she slid down the gravel embankment running toward the coast. With each crash of waves atop the shore becoming louder as she approached the salt spray embraced her with it’s trickle across cloth and flesh. Suddenly the echo of a screech could be heard in the distance, a heart wrenching guttural wail that gripped her at her core. The sound was so powerful it was as if her body responded instantly, crumbling to the ground as it seemed to take her breath from her.
By Lilo Dallas6 years ago in Humans
Guardian
I rolled down the window and closed my eyes as the music from the radio filled the car. Eboni was on the side of me driving, singing her lungs out. It was two in the morning; we had just left the club and I was drunk. The wind caressed my face and messaged my hair as I slowly drained out the music. And also, Eboni, who struggled to hit every note. I was feeling amazing. All my worries and pain I had from losing my grandmother to Alzheimer's last year, were gone. I felt like I was flying in the sky somewhere. I felt like I was on top of the world. “Ohh Shit!!!” Eboni screamed out. Bringing me back to reality. I quickly opened my eyes in time to see lights from someone high beams coming right towards us. Eboni swiveled to get out the way, and then…. (EERRRRKKKK BOOOMMM!!!) Everything went black.
By Jacqueline Collins6 years ago in Humans
Selling Salvation
“The problem with the world is that no one is buying into salvation anymore, because no one knows anyone who has made it there.” Admittedly, it was a strange way to start a conversation. I suppose small talk wasn’t really my thing. I preferred to work my way backwards dredging through the deep topics first. Starting with the meaning of life, sharing a personal story, and slowly working my way to the weather.
By Wendi Murphy6 years ago in Humans
After you swallow the sun
Archie watched intently from the burning plastic chair, meters away so that she wouldn’t spot him, but close enough that he wouldn’t lose her when she came through the arc of the clay hut. Most of the shabby tables of the outdoor bar were occupied so he wasn’t out in the open; although he was the only white, shirt-clad man there. Of everyone he suffered the most; the sun bore down on his bare head. The ground smoldered, and the loafers on his feet collected a pool of warm sweat.
By Dana K6 years ago in Humans
Pomeranian Jazz
It was like a welcome stranger trespassing, bringing the enlightenment one seeks, although its presence was both familiar and unfamiliar. The sunlight, bent itself exquisitely, leaking through the tiny nano-crevices of closed blinds. Sunlight emerged onto Melody’s sleeping eyes and streamed down her face, warming. She much preferred West-facing windows, but a corner unit appeared during her market watch. She opted into a higher cost of living, in the sky. She never got around to ordering those black outs.
By Elijah Walsh6 years ago in Humans