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.
If these heels could talk...
If these heels could talk, oh the stories they would tell. I’ve always had a sore spot in my heart for retail and it takes back almost twenty years or so ago. Now at the grand age of almost thirty-five, I’ve taken sometime to look back, reflect and attempt to understand why I am sitting in the very chair I am today and what has shaped me into the person I am today. I asked myself the question many times, “is there any one thing that truly enhanced, proliferated, and was the driving force in pushing me forward? What remained constant?” The answer was Retail. The following story that you will read outlines my life, but it’s not an autobiography. It has some added fun exaggerations for your reading pleasure. I mean after all, whose life is really that interesting anyway. My hope in the end is that you, the reader, will be entertained and come away being able to read between the lines of the book and see the side of me I never knew myself existed till after writing these passages... So without further Adieu, this is my story.
By Jonathan Anthony6 years ago in Humans
The Story I Created Was Worse Than The Truth
His view became narrow and dark as he traveled along rain-streaked streets that night. The flashes of light in passing windows were swift glimpses into the lives of strangers. Riding the bus all night, his thoughts were a confusing jumble and his eyes ached.
By Tree Langdon6 years ago in Humans
Joshua
Prologue: The term “fell through the cracks”, is usually used to describe something that was lost or forgotten. It is used to describe innocuous items or tasks that are missing or were left incomplete. Sometimes, however, something you would think should be far more important falls through the cracks. Like people.
By Philly News Now!6 years ago in Humans
Treasured
Deep in the forest, nestled at the bottom of a cliff next to Rock Lake; is a log cabin. Three stories high, five-bedroom, three bathrooms with a huge rustic red barn outside. Walking into the cabin there is a grand staircase with railing engraved with elk and trees. To the left are a kitchen with a six-burner stove and double oven, with a center island. Straight ahead is the living room, a four-foot-wide fireplace demands the attention in the room. Dark cherry wood frames it and on the mantle, the name “EMTMAN” is carved into it. This is now the place I call home, after my great-grandpa passed away, he left it to my dad Tom.
By Rebecca McNall6 years ago in Humans
The Office Christmas Party
It was the week before Christmas, and the entire staff was excited about the company party that weekend. It was a Thursday evening. Some were already gone for the holiday break, others stayed behind to tie up some ends before being gone for about a week. Of course, there was the chatter about the upcoming party. Who would be there? Would they have an open bar? What would the vibe be like during that time? They all knew the location and time, but a few people needed to know specific details about the party.
By Friday Vibes6 years ago in Humans
The Loner
CHAPTER ONE It's fall, the trees bear no sign of life left in them and it's always bloody raining, you only know it's windy because you can hear it howling past the windows. She looks out the window full of hope and wonder believing that the world changes every day so she must too, but she fails miserably. She sits alone at home because braving the cold and unfriendly faces is too unbearable.
By someone special6 years ago in Humans
Filthy
Do you know what it feels like to be deaf or mute? Well, neither do I. They say if one of your senses is weak, than one of the other senses become stronger. All of my five senses still work, and none are weak. But I trained myself to become deaf and mute.
By Bushra Choudhury6 years ago in Humans
Relationship of a lifetime
Today was the revelation I needed.Today I realized that I’m the only person I need to survive,I’ve always been a very strong independent woman throughout my life but I went through a rough patch as many people do.Full time job working overtime to make sure I could pay my bills and everything else that I may want,never would I have borrowed money from anyone,lived on my own from the young age of 17.No boyfriends they just get in the way and try to change you plus most boys don’t like the fat girl I was beyond ok with that I had a plan. I only needed myself I worked hard had great friends a great apartment and a nice car that was paid off might I add.Picture of perfection right I was so happy wasn’t missing anything and then...
By Katrina Malloy6 years ago in Humans
