fact or fiction

Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about the military and the physical, logistical, emotional and moral obstacles involved.

  • Eve Berkovich
    Published about a month ago
    The Killer's Assistant

    The Killer's Assistant

    On my first date with Mallory, I prayed that she wouldn’t ask me about what I did for a living.
  • Walugendo Billy
    Published 3 months ago
    Room3
  • Queen Jordan
    Published 5 months ago
    Anchors

    Anchors

    The smallest disturbance can cause a ripple to shake the balance in the hands of justice. Breaking away at the familiarity of our world and opening our minds. We must embrace what isn’t normal to achieve greatness. To also dance with danger, even if the outcome is most vicious. The notorious and infamous will only prolong this planet with new discoveries and inventions. Many have died in the name of progress to insure the definite possibilities of futurism. Never underestimate a soul, for the greatest minds can be formed in anyone. Our world was hidden in the shadows for eons; only dreaming of meeting new life in the unknown we call outer space. Longing for communication to prove there is life outside our own atmosphere. What we do with this information is uncertain. Training for a potential war may be the approach we have to take. We plan to have our new discoveries succumb to our way of living. Maybe that way of thinking is what got us in trouble from the beginning.
  • Damien Sandow
    Published 9 months ago
    Israel's Intelligence

    Israel's Intelligence

    A tired looking & worn out man hunching over, speaks softly but clearly a very urgent message into a two-way radio. He has provided vital information to his handlers as he has done many times before, but this time he's clearly exhausted, he is tired of the intrigue. He just wants to go home to his wife and children & thank God, that this is his last mission. Then his heart skips a beat & suddenly the door to his apartment bursts open and the room swarms with Syrian secret police. They spend long gruelling moments beating him and then dragging him away to undergo intense & tortuous days & nights undergoing interrogation before being mercilessly imprisoned. This is how Mossad Agent Eli Cohen's successful career as an Israeli spy came to an abrupt end.
  • Damien Sandow
    Published 9 months ago
    Dare to Read: Highly Classified Cold War Document

    Dare to Read: Highly Classified Cold War Document

    The CIA and the KGB have always been the masters of intrigue & secrecy in a world where these two monoliths would challenge each other in a world of intrigue, mysticism & secrecy. These Intelligence Agencies would dare each other in accomplishing covert missions in many different countries around the world. Their competing for global supremacy under the guise of national security would usually cost lives of the innocent & the not so innocent & many of those who simply got in the way. The KGB, which is the Russian branch of Intelligence would go on to continuously challenge the US branch of Intelligence known as The CIA for decades or long after the end of WWII.
  • Grant Patterson
    Published 9 months ago
    My Kite, My Rules

    My Kite, My Rules

    In 1944, Flying Officer David "Gnat" Royce, RCAF, is gambling that his last few missions over Germany will be uneventful ones. But no battle plan ever survives contact with the enemy...
  • emily Silveira
    Published 10 months ago
    Hatred Dies in the Funniest of Ways

    Hatred Dies in the Funniest of Ways

    I was seven years old when I had met nine-year-old Aubrey. He had been quite large for his age and had possessed both the eyes and nasal voice of a frustrated character. He was the type of person to be hated and avoided by everyone both inside and outside of school since he had been the kind of person to push and shove those who he had seen as beneath himself, which had included me. Flocks of students would either hurry out of his way or wait for Aubrey to pass by. No one could ever see themselves loving someone so deviant, until he had found me. He would always be there waiting for me beneath the darkest of alleyways, behind the tallest of hedges and hidden within the most confined corners of the school. As Aubrey was large for his age and I had been small for mine, I established great difficulty in pursuing gangs of people that had been classified as being “my kind,” which had only encouraged me to keep myself around a dictator like Aubrey. He had enjoyed being feared by others and had craved mercy from them, as though there had been a new God dominating over every human being including myself. As time had flown by, Aubrey had remained out of sight and had vanished from the town, but never seemed to do so from my mind, as though he had taken over me completely; it was though I hadn’t gone a day without him. The memories of Aubrey had only grown stronger and steadier, keeping his essence alive and present to me every waking day. My hatred for him had only grown more fierce and had no intention of ever stopping. At this point in time, I was part taking in the Vimy Ridge battle and had been the only one left within my company. The entire day had consisted of giving and receiving specialized orders from other sergeants as to when fights were to be scheduled to begin and where they would take place when these battles had occurred. Unfortunately, this had been a day that both the civilization and myself would never find the competence to suppress, a memory so self-consuming that only intends to continue to remain and haunt me for the rest of my days. Waking up to the sights of spewing, grey fog and clashes of bombs striking both opposing sides had ignited a spark inside me; it was time. Dashing over mudslides and the engulfed burrows that had been made within the earth, I had found myself sliding feet first into a huge crater, swallowing my body whole.
  • Andre N Jones
    Published 11 months ago
    Punch Drunk

    Punch Drunk

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  • Dub Wright
    Published 11 months ago
    Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 14

    Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 14

    Publica Bank was bustling when Kip and Rosa entered. Ms. Ortiz was in her office but with a mound of paperwork and her back turned to the interior windows of her office.
  • Dub Wright
    Published 11 months ago
    Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 15

    Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 15

    Linda looked up from her desk and appeared to stare at Kip and Rosa. “Well, the corporation fairly well protects your property and assets; technically, when you married Rosa all the monies and stock became hers as well. Those assets prior to the marriage and prior to the corporation are liable, and I am checking to see if anything in the company can be tied in too. We just don’t know what agreements the US government may have made with the Tico government.”
  • Dub Wright
    Published 11 months ago
    The Fat Mouse

    The Fat Mouse

    On the twenty sixth day a small slit in the door opened, revealing a bit of light surrounding a metal cup of water and a chunk of a bolillos, a hard roll. Samuel reached down and pulled the plate to himself, then pushed an empty plate back. For twenty six days, by his count, the routine had been the same. He marked the days by the feeding—one bread and water meal per day. He marked the weeks the same way. One day per week the plate contained boned salt fish; he wasn’t Catholic, but he decided to name fish day, as Friday.
  • Dub Wright
    Published 11 months ago
    Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 11

    Mike Smith Is Dead—Pt. 11

    “Ouch.” Kip complained. “I think he’s aiming for holes and ruts.”