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.

🔮 Aquarius: The Visionary Water-Bearer of the Zodiac
Born between January 20 and February 18, Aquarius is the eleventh sign of the zodiac, symbolized by the Water-Bearer—a figure who pours life, wisdom, and inspiration upon the world. Despite the name, Aquarius belongs to the Air element, and is ruled traditionally by Saturn and in modern astrology, by Uranus, the planet of innovation, technology, and surprising breakthroughs.
By Mehran Amanabout a year ago in Humans
The Bridge Over Troubled Water. Content Warning.
A young woman is raped and silenced forever engrained into 8-year-old me, clinging to life by a tether. Shocking announcement, upheaval in the city.
By Elizabeth Woodsabout a year ago in Humans
The Wound of Orphanhood
I write this with a heavy heart: some time ago, her father passed away in a tragic traffic accident. And he left his alone wife and daughter in this world.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Humans
What If You Never Get a Life Partner?
Not everyone gets a fairytale ending. But does that mean your story can’t be beautiful?” I used to believe love was inevitable. That no matter who I was or where I went, someday someone would walk into my life and choose me. That’s what the movies promised, what the stories whispered, what family and friends repeated whenever they said, “Don’t worry, it will happen.”
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Humans
The Forest That Remembered
Some memories never fade, even in the silence of trees. A cool mist hung over the forest as Liora stepped onto the winding path. She had always felt a pull toward this place, a whisper in the wind that reminded her of stories her grandmother had told. “The forest remembers,” her grandmother would say, rocking slowly in her chair, eyes glimmering with something unspoken. “Every secret, every sorrow, every joy—it never forgets.”
By Jack Nodabout a year ago in Humans
Alone but Unbroken: A Village Boy’s Journey to the City
Life in a village is a beauty only those who have lived it can truly understand. Waking up to the gentle voice of your mother, finding comfort in your father’s calm presence, sharing laughter and mischief with siblings, and falling asleep under the quiet of the night—it is simple, yet complete.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Humans
New Roads, Broken Dreams, and a Second Chance
When Dreams Break The first dream had already shattered. On my way to Islamabad, I carried with me a heart full of hope — visions of scholarships, white coats, and the proud smiles of my family. But the moment I arrived, the truth hit me harder than I could bear. The scholarship that had drawn me from my quiet village life turned out to be a scam. Sweet promises became bitter lies.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Humans
Dreams, Deception, and Determination
A Village Boy with Big Dreams The village I grew up in was simple, slow, and full of laughter. Days rose with the sun and nights melted into family jokes, stories, and shared meals. I was just another boy from this village, but I carried a dream heavier than the summer sun: one day, I would become a doctor and make my family proud — my parents, my siblings, and the whole village.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Humans
The Train Ride That Changed Everything
It was a regular Tuesday morning, and I boarded the 7:15 train with the same exhaustion I carried every day. The air smelled faintly of coffee and damp jackets, people’s eyes glued to glowing phone screens, their lives locked into silence. Nothing about that morning suggested that I would walk off the train as someone different.
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Humans
Under the Nets, Beyond the Scoreboard
The First Step Into Something New There’s a first time for everything, and sometimes it comes with nerves, laughter, and memories that stay long after the moment is gone. For me, Shehzad, and my friends — Bilal, Irfan, Umar, and Khalil — that “first time” was stepping into a closed cricket ground, the kind wrapped entirely in nets, where boundaries aren’t measured by distance but by the sound of a ball smacking against mesh.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Humans
When Midnight Turned Into a Memory
Some nights stay with you forever. Not because of what you bought, where you went, or how much you spent — but because of the people you chose to share them with.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Humans
Two Roads, One City: The Choices That Save Us — or Break Us
Johanson laced up her sneakers just as the first light spilled through her window. The city was waking up — car horns, the smell of bread from a nearby bakery, a neighbor watering his plants. She smiled, tightened her ponytail, and stepped out.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Humans