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.

Finding Texas
Cas was standing in the middle of the living room of her cabin. The cabin was on a small piece of land in Bragg Creek, Alberta. It was surrounded by trees and had a small brook that ran along the edge of the property. She could hear the crackle of the small fire that burned in the fire place behind her and smell the aroma from the pot of coffee that was brewing on her vintage stove in the kitchen. Cas looked up at the loft, she got excited about the novel that was laying on her desk up there, went to the kitchen, poured a cup of the fresh brewed coffee and headed for the stairs.
By C.T. COLE6 years ago in Humans
Games That Were Played.
Images are not owned by myself. All rights go to the individuals who own it. *I was standing on a stage in the middle of an ocean. There was no ground, no land, no clouds, it was just all water. I tried to open my mouth to scream, but I could not move. Suddenly, the ground disappeared from beneath me and I fell, sinking down into the ocean*
By Sorae 6 years ago in Humans
Silhouettes
Sleeping nights are awaken by silhouettes of her. I see her standing before the picture window. Her hands pasted to the glass, longing for what is far into the distance. I wonder if she ever saw me longing for her. I am not sure if the silhouettes of her are dreams or memories. Sometimes there’s a melancholy chant echoing as she robotically irons at the ironing board. Her dress swaying harmonically with the melody. Other times, she’s tucked into the quiet corner sipping her hot coffee. Those night I can smell the aroma of the strong coffee beans.
By April Augusta6 years ago in Humans
Challenge Book
Slinking through the shadows, I move seamlessly. I’m silent as the night air that surrounds me. My adrenaline is racing as I inch through the alleyway. Don’t let them catch you. The thought has become my mantra the last few hours. Finally reaching the end of the alley, I heave a sigh of relief as I round the corner to find a mostly empty street knowing I’ll be able to put even more space between myself and the men from the club. Keeping my head down, I forge ahead and think back over the past couple days trying to figure out how exactly I ended up on the run from one of the most notorious club owners in the city.
By Ashley Owens6 years ago in Humans
A Lovely Story
I can't imagine what she’s thinking or even feeling right now. It’s as much of news to me as it is to her. Does she hate me?
By LeKisha Mason6 years ago in Humans
The Nameless
I just wanted to breathe in this world where I am drowning. That was my mistake. The rattle of my keys hitting the table echoed hollowly in my dark apartment as I closed the door, leaning my forehead against the cool surface to marinate in the silence and shadows.
By Erica Shuere6 years ago in Humans
Not Acorny Story
As Jenna made space in her late fathers office, in preparation for the arrival of her daughter Rosie and newborn granddaughter. Jenna didn't think this much anticipated moment couldn't get much sweeter, but it did. A familiar little black book dropped to the floor as she moved things about. The dusty book sent her down a nostalgic whirlwind and she couldn't wait to show Rosie what she found. She knew it held a story of incredible value, and knew it should stay in the family for generations to come. As she flipped through the pages, smiling, she began to reminisce.
By Jenna Adams6 years ago in Humans
The Root of Russia
The Root of Russia I really didn’t know her that well. A couple of coffees, a few dinners that I was dragged to with our husbands who were mutual friends and that was it. That is not to say we did not have deep talks. I tend to talk deep no matter who I am with. I hate wasting my time with small talk. Most people are taken back by this but not Deena. She was Russian, much younger than her boisterous husband who had a quick wit and an insatiable appetite for alcohol. Still, when you do not waste time with petty conversation you can make lasting impressions on a person. She certainly did with me.
By Emilee McCaffrey6 years ago in Humans
The Tip
Ayumi couldn't believe that she was here again, hiding out in the alley way nestled between last night's special and grease covered boxes tossed out during the morning rush. Glamorous, no, but the brief peace and quiet it afforded her while taking a drag on her cigarette was worth it. She chuckled, the scene and smells were familiar, but 15 years ago she would have laughed at anyone telling her she would be casually smoking a hand rolled, cbd and mugwort filled cigarette. "Shit" she muttered as a rat rushed out from beneath one of the boxes and scampered over her shoe. As she stood there contemplating if the 5 second rule applied to cigarettes, she heard a familiar screechy voice call her name. Tiffani with an "I", the most annoying host she had ever met in all her years as a server. She squeezed back thru the door, into the kitchen and hastily grabbed an empty cup filling it with ice and water. "Who's calling me??", she yelled, " I'm in the weeds, I need to get this to table 12!" Tiffani looked at her, rolled her eyes and screeched, " table 12 requested their check, so I printed it for them...they paid and left about 15 minutes ago. Thought you should know." "Oh! And please clear your table, we have a two top that needs to be sat!" Busted, she took a sip of the water and strolled over to table 12 to see if they had left a tip. When she made it to the table she noticed that the check slip lay on the table on top of small black book. She picked up the slip, no tip. So she picked up the book to see if they had left it inside. Nothing there either. She took the book to the host stand, "Hey Tiffani, I think that they left this behind, can you keep it up here incase they come back?" Without looking up from her seating chart, Tiffani mumbled "Oh no, they said that that was for you."Ayumi sighed. The creative ways that people often found to not tip never ceased to amaze her. She took the book and shoved it down into her apron without another thought.
By A Alex6 years ago in Humans
White Pages
WHITE PAGES He opened his eyes White walls. Cold light He felt pain, deafening pain And he heard the silence Alan remembered…
By Youssef Germanos6 years ago in Humans
The Creature
A creature slowly opened its eyes. It was waking up from a dream. A soft and warm dream, like the warmth you feel on a good sunny day. Upon waking up, it felt the cold ground. Was it cement? Tiles? It was too dark to see anything. It could only feel the surrounding. There was something on its neck. Heavy and cold. Choking its neck a little bit. There was something heavy on its wrist too. It tried getting up and something made a sound. Metal clanking. It moved around and felt walls. Two to be exact. One on right and other on left. A dim light shined and it saw its reflection on the black wall. It has two red eyes. Two spikes on each shoulder. Two spikes on each side of the stomach. And two pointy, hard tentacle. It had a face of a human and legs of a human. The creature heard a rustling. It turned around. Something was coming close.
By Apurwa Shukla6 years ago in Humans
Finding Emily
Sitting on the bench staring at the newest “From the Neighborhood” exhibit at Framed, our little city’s own version of The Metropolitan, it could have been like any other day. Usually, I’d have been here just to relish the work of local artists our little museum had chosen to highlight this season. But there is nothing usual about today. Because today, my entire world is falling apart.
By Cynthia Mejia6 years ago in Humans