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.
God's Lonely Man
Its scary to be alive...to feel. It is, isn’t it? To wake up and still be here. A cursed endurance. A dragged-out miracle. The days stretch thin. The hours fray. The seconds splinter like dry bone. And underneath it all—this writhing thing: the Unknown.
By A.R. Marquezabout a year ago in Humans
The Strong One Is Suffering
They call me the strong one. The reliable one. The one you go to when your life is falling apart, when you need advice at midnight, when you're on the edge and need someone to talk you down. I’ve worn that label like armor for years—believing it meant I was valuable, needed, even loved.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Humans
The Cartographer of Lost Things
The town of Oakhaven was a place steeped in quiet decay, a forgotten corner of the world where time seemed to move at a snail's pace. Its buildings, once grand, now leaned with a weary grace, and its cobblestone streets were often claimed by moss. But amongst the faded grandeur stood a small, unassuming shop, its windows perpetually dusty, its sign creaking in the slightest breeze: "Elias Thorne: Cartographer."
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Humans
The Weight of Understanding: Love's True Measure
In the quiet, unassuming town of Havenwood, nestled beside the Whispering Pines forest, lived a young woman named Elara. From her earliest memories, Elara possessed an earnest heart, believing in the inherent goodness of people. She moved through life with an open hand, quick to offer help, slow to judge, and ever convinced that love was an unconditional force, a boundless ocean from which everyone drew without measure. Her grandmother, a woman of deep wisdom and gentle eyes, often watched Elara with a tender sadness, a premonition of the lessons life was preparing to teach her.
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Humans
The Desert Deception
1. A Lone Rider in the Sands Once upon a time, a tribal chief was riding alone through a vast desert on his horse. The wind blew hot, and the golden dunes stretched endlessly in all directions. As he journeyed under the blazing sun, he noticed a man buried in the sand, only partially visible—his limbs sunken, his face pale.
By Ahmad shahabout a year ago in Humans
The Last Letter
The rain drummed against the windows of the old bookshop as Elena sorted through another box of estate donations. Thunder rolled overhead, and she pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders. Working alone in *Chapters & Verse* after closing time had become her refuge—a place where she could lose herself among stories that belonged to other people, other lives that seemed infinitely more interesting than her own.
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Humans
The Mirror's Truth
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, avoiding her own eyes. The woman looking back at her seemed like a stranger—shoulders slumped, dark circles under tired eyes, wearing the same wrinkled clothes she'd thrown on three days ago. At twenty-eight, she felt ancient, trapped in a life that had somehow become a series of disappointments strung together by Netflix binges and takeout containers.
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Humans
Why Do I Feel We’ll Cross Paths Again Someday?. Top Story - August 2025.
It’s odd, these feelings I’ve been having more and more these days regarding you and me. By all logic, I shouldn’t really be having them. Like so many things, the last time we met was well over a year ago. Not only that, but we ended on bad terms. And by “bad terms,” I mean that neither of us have wanted anything to do with each other for a good, long period of time — if ever.
By Snarky Lisaabout a year ago in Humans
