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.
Coming of Age
Many, many moons ago, the human body would develop the wisdom tooth as a way of compensating for the wear and tear owing to the rough diet. At the time, the provision was necessary to help aid the overworking molars and premolars to ensure the rest of the body still enjoyed both the pleasure and the benefit of chomping on raw meat and barely ripe fruit, or whatever it is our ancestors nourished their bodies with. As nature always decides, the teeth would cave and crown, almost like an infant at the ninth month (or whenever it’s ready to make its grand arrival, really), when the time was right. When the good old ones had held the fort for as long as they could and chewed on bones fingers couldn’t count and memories made turned so faint stories about them were no longer being told. Their arrival was just in time for the shift change, when the little boys were becoming men and little girls were coming of age.
By Thandoe Clioabout a year ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel – Part 3 The Cruelty of the Police, the Trap of Rehab
The wealthy man’s words hung in the air like venom: “What about the child—does he have a price too?” Anita froze. Her veins turned to ice. Aryan, barely four years old, clung to her dress, his small chest rattling with a cough. For a moment, the world stopped spinning. She tightened her arms around him, as if her fragile embrace could shield him from the darkness creeping closer.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel : Part 4 —Ruin & Rebirth
A Mother’s Anchor Time moved like slow poison. Day after day, Anita sat within the suffocating walls of the brothel, her body scarred, her soul weary. She had lost her youth, her dreams, her dignity—everything. Yet through every storm, one fragile hope kept her alive: her son, Aryan.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 6 The Withering Light
Padma’s life had always been a fragile flame, trembling against storms too cruel for her tender years. She was born beneath shadows that should never touch a child, robbed of innocence before she even understood what innocence meant. That cursed night—when predators trampled her body and soul—became the invisible chain she would carry forever.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 8 No More Fear
Shadows in the Old House The Old House had grown darker with each passing night. Its walls carried whispers of people the world had abandoned—voices swallowed into silence. Yet within that suffocating silence, Anita remained. Her presence glowed like a faint but unyielding flame.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Humans
Love Letters to a Stranger
The first thing Emily noticed about her new apartment was the creaking floor. Every step echoed faintly, as if the wood remembered all the lives that had passed through before her. She had moved in with little more than a suitcase and a box of books, determined to start over after a breakup that had left her heart heavy and her trust fractured.
By arsalan ahmadabout a year ago in Humans
When the World Fell Silent, I Found My Voice
Excerpt (Short Intro): For years, I carried a silence that no one else could hear. Behind every smile was a storm I never let escape. This is the story of the night everything changed—the night I learned that speaking up can save a life, even your own.
By Roohullah Roohani about a year ago in Humans
The Diaries of Eva.... AI-Generated.
Eva was a young Nigerian student, the first daughter in a family of six, growing up in the bustling city of Enugu. Being the eldest daughter came with both pride and pressure. She was the one her younger siblings looked up to, the one her parents leaned on, and the one who carried dreams larger than the world around her.
By Yakubu Grace Oyizaabout a year ago in Humans
The Global Migration Paradox: Youth Run to Cities, Elders Return to Villages
|By Marc Reflects, August 2025 Is life absurd as the King Salomon in the Bible once talked about it? I find myself returning to that thought as I watch the strange patterns of movement I see currently all around the world. Everywhere I look, there seems to be a tug-of-war between cities and the countryside. Young people leave their villages and small towns for the bright lights of the city, hoping to find jobs, education, and a life bigger than what their home communities can offer. And at the same time, I see older people often retirees leaving those same cities in search of fresh air, quiet streets, and a slower rhythm of life.
By Marc Reflects about a year ago in Humans
