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.

The Place We Knew
She walked and walked as her feet gathered more and more dust, her flip flops worn out, back feet cracked, and cackle brown. She had no destination in mind, but as she became more and more surrounded by unfamiliar land stretched out, she was soon aware of her exhaustion, of the dryness in her tongue as her throat threatened to seize altogether. She knew she had to find a place to rest soon, kind people to accommodate her at least for the night. How was this possible? She had only been walking for a few minutes, maybe hours. She had hoped the people she imagined on the other side of her commune existed. So far, she was greeted by deserted lands and abandoned homes that were once someone’s. She continued her journey east or west, north or south. She did not know the difference. At first, the clouds shaped like characters someone forgot to finish painting seemed to dance in the right direction, which she had been following. Now the faces in the sky were mocking her, perhaps for not having a plan. She made out their features by tracing them with her fingers. They reminded her of sleeping infants. The clouds changed their position, pointing the wrong way, resigning, she turned around and began walking in that direction.
By Kíkélómómí6 years ago in Humans
Rain is the Colour Grey
Is it true you can’t describe a colour to a blind person? And what is colour-blindness. At school they said you can’t join the army if you’re colour-blind. Not that I would join the army. And I’m not sure if I am colour-blind. Neither matters. More useless information gained at school. So, I hate my mother. Then again, I hate lots of things. I hate mother’s telling their children not to stare. I hate the colour purple. In fact, I hate the name of the colour ‘purple’ I think it’s the combination of the letters and the word I hate most maybe, not the colour. Oh and I hate red.
By Gail Wood6 years ago in Humans
Two Cents
Find a penny pick it up and all day you’ll have good luck. You ‘ave always made fun of me for tha’ one. Jenny the Penny you called me.
By Tom Brad6 years ago in Humans
Archibald Lindsey's Study of Women
Art Imitates Life: An introduction I remember as a child going to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina with Mom and Dad to see the ocean for the first time in my life. It was amazing. I’ll never forget topping that last hill and staring in awe at water that disappeared past the edge of the earth.
By The Bantering Welshman6 years ago in Humans
Noise
“No time. No time. I must run. I have to get away.” I kept telling myself that until I fell silent to the ground. “I can’t stop now,” I told myself. I was nearly in tears as I forced myself to my knees. The sand was hot from the day’s sun. A few rocks stuck to me as I got up. I brushed them off and winced from the pain. Looking around, I became less panicked, nothing. The sand, the weeds, the rocks, the sun in the sky, were all I saw. I stopped moving to listen. I held my breath out of the fear I would mistake it for another. Nothing is louder than the sound of air moving slowly in the nothingness of time. My anxiety grew. I had to keep moving. I let the breath out in an exasperated wheeze. I coughed and hacked till I saw stars. I think I could make out constellations; I was so lightheaded. Another stop I could not afford. I put my head between my legs until my breathing slowed, sound.
By Kitty Fermengs6 years ago in Humans
Dirty Little Secret Keeper
Every year my mother buys me a notebook of some sort for Christmas. When I was younger, they were accompanied by books about my changing body. As I got older, they were just given alone.
By Ella James6 years ago in Humans
My Husband is Gone
My husband has been gone for just over a day now. I know we were fighting a lot and he had been acting different, but I still don’t want him gone. I love him with all I have. Even if we had problems. Even if he was having an affair. The days leading up to his absence were normal for the most part. In fact, they were the best days we had in a long while. We spent time together without bickering over some stupid thing and it felt like it used to. I really thought we were on the mend.
By Gina Ruiz6 years ago in Humans
Hippie Chick
Maybe it was the Jameson. Maybe it was the mischievous spark in her eye. Maybe the combination of the two was just enough to impair my decision-making faculties that night. Either way I couldn’t stop wondering what she was scratching in that little black notebook with the stub of a pencil that had been chewed beyond recognition on one end. It was definitely the Jameson that gave me the courage to ask her about it. Hippie chicks weren’t normally my thing, but she was something else. I sauntered over with my wing man in tow, true military style. I hadn’t been back from my last deployment for long and it was good to be back stateside, where I was fairly confident she’d at least speak english.
By Liv Stecker6 years ago in Humans
My Queen
I sat with my body sprawled out with my head resting on my hand as I glared down. A certain male that stood behind this darn throne would not seize their scowling look.
By Ezra Scarlet 6 years ago in Humans
A Magical Gift
It was Friday May 17th 1974. It was my 10th birthday. No longer a kid. I'm a double digit now. Tonight is my party and I am so excited. My aunt Mary is going to be here too. She lives in Tennessee and we live in California. I have only met her once before when we went to visit my mama’s family last year. Aunt Mary and I got along real well. She is my mama’s youngest sibling. She is only 19 years old. When I was there she liked playing with my hair. I have very long hair. She would do fancy breads and buns in my hair. We also played dress up. I would put on one of grandma's dresses and hills. I loved my aunt Mary very much. When Mama said that aunt Mary was going to be staying with us for a time I jumped up and down and danced around. No telling how long “a time” is, but I’m excited that she is staying with us.
By Connie Sahlin6 years ago in Humans
The Woman in Sunglasses
The Woman in Sunglasses, by Amy Hallett She was going to be late. There was no way around it. This had been her one shot and now she was going to be late. To make matters worse, her phone only had a tiny bit of charge left. She needed to be sure she wasn't going to make the presentation before she called. She just hoped she had enough charge to do so. Why hadn't she bought a new charger last night like she was supposed to? Why is she always so forgetful? At least she had remembered her small leather notebook, it held all her notes for her big presentation.
By Amy White6 years ago in Humans
Borrowed
Mathew sat and waited for the bus that would take him to work. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, the early morning dew made the air smell like spring and the wind was calm but steady. As he sat; he read his favorite column, in his favorite newspaper, on his favorite bench, at the same time he always did. Mathew always did enjoy his routines. The column was written by a man he knew in grade school and it always made him feel accomplished, as though he somehow had something to do with his success. Though the truth is he played no significant role. Mathew was in fact a very insignificant person and had been his whole life. Not very popular, not very handsome or interesting and had very little ambition. He worked in a mailroom and made just enough to get by. In fact the only thing unique about Mathew was that he had a very good memory, especially when it came to numbers.
By Ty Elder6 years ago in Humans