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.

Nophone Notebook
Well, what on Earth could happen next, you think. Shakiya just gave everyone the dirty details of her most recent moron, nobody that ‘counted’ went to Mom’s Potluck, and every time you sit down to write the phone goes off as the group texts have it out. So. No phone! Notebook!
By Malcolm H Tabor6 years ago in Humans
C.R.E.A.M
I do my absolute best to avoid returning home to Staten Island. Let’s be honest, if it is so appealing why is it free to get there by public transportation yet extremely expensive to pass through unless you have a residential EZ-Pass. I also do my best to suppress any association I have with New York’s former landfill. At most, you’ve probably heard about its escalating drug-overdose crisis, flawed system that unlawfully killed Eric Garner, and Pete Davidson’s wish that the Island just “fell into the sea”. Given the whole COVID situation and my college deciding to kick out broke students who really, really, REALLY don’t want to go home, I was left with no better option. It’s not like I don’t love my family or anything. They’re okay but they’re also Indian, which means I will be losing every right I have to go outside without answering “who, what, when, where, why, how long” before, after, and during every milli-second I spend outside our house. Prolonging going home by blaming our unreliable bus system seemed like the better option to enjoy my last few moments of freedom. As I got off the S51, I planned nothing more than to just sit on a bench at South Beach boardwalk while trying not to convince myself that dying of hypothermia would be better than going back home. I lugged my mud stained, creaky wheeled, BTS themed suitcase past the dolphin statues and made my way to the empty gazebo overlooking the ocean.
By Asiya6 years ago in Humans
The Long Lost Café
She had been wanting to go on this trip for years, and now here she was - finally. The weight of her backpack pulled against her shoulders - her idea of packing light wasn’t exactly doing her small frame any favours, but her need to be prepared often outweighed her sensibility.
By Tammy Rousselle6 years ago in Humans
Sally & Marie
It was that romantic time of the year where winter and spring meet. The weather starts to rise. The sun comes out to play a bit longer. More people are using the sidewalks. It’s quite beautiful when you take a step back to look at it all. And so was she.
By Myah Hale6 years ago in Humans
ERASE Notebook: small: black; Gen:11:7
Tucked in between the top and bottom of my weekly uniform exchange, I uncovered a check, addressed to me, for twenty thousand U.S. dollars. I opened it suspect, dragging the remainder of my secret, half-sharpened, yellow No. 2 pencil between the sealed lip of the blank envelope, gingerly slicing it open.
By RJ Supa6 years ago in Humans
Grey
My life worked like a clock. Everyday, every week, every month went the exact same way, no surprises. I would just move from one task to another like the hands would move from hours to minutes. The mundanity of my life had gone on for so long I no longer questioned it. Its acceptance happened slowly, but surely I leaned into it, accepted it, and continued to live it until one day I wouldn't wake up at 4:43am.
By Onaly Perera6 years ago in Humans
Those Concave Walls
She ran across the square in the center of town, through the freshly cut Courthouse lawn and into the alley behind Art Sanctuary; she knew if she could just get into the basement quickly enough, she would have time to find it.
By Emma Ruzic6 years ago in Humans
What did I do to deserve this?
What did I do to deserve this? I come to work on time-ish. I answer emails in a timely manner. I finish projects efficiently on time. When people need help, I help. When people need assistance with a project, I assist. When someone is off, I pick up their duties on top of my ever growing daily job list. Because I am a team player, a respectable coworker. Even with all of that on my plate, it is still not enough, it is never enough. I am constantly feeling overlooked, underappreciated, overworked, and underpaid. I am exhausted, and today seems no different, or so I thought.
By Jenee Johnson6 years ago in Humans
The Time Capsule
Jamal, Naomi, Dakota and I have known each other since middle school. Occasionally, we’d all meet up at the treehouse in my backyard. One day, we created a time capsule and dug it up years later. Upon digging, we discover a black book hidden beneath it. Little did we know that it would change our lives forever.
By Chas Bard6 years ago in Humans
Never a Dull Moment
Roofing is simple to learn, but it’s no easy feat. Especially if heights terrify you. That was my issue, but heights did not just terrify me, it petrified me. Now here I am 3 years later and still terrified of heights, however, it pays the bills. I have climbed 2 and even 3 story buildings to make one repair.
By Justin Abdoo6 years ago in Humans
The Book in the Laptop Bag
The truck was loaded and my shelves were empty. Bright light poured through the windows onto the tan carpet as I stepped into my childhood bedroom and gazed at the neatly made bed, the chair tucked beneath the desk and the LEGOs collecting dust.
By Dom N6 years ago in Humans
The Secrets We Bury
Tuesdays are for memory hunting. It’s the only day of the week Gino can spare me at the restaurant. If he could get away with working me 365 days a year, I know he would. Gino doesn’t believe in holidays, or so he says. Personally, I think he can’t stand to lock people out on Thanksgiving, but maybe I’m giving him too much credit. Jeannie says I always look for the best in people.
By Susannah Bruck6 years ago in Humans