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.
THE BUTTERFLY LADY
The call had come out of the blue. It was a short, somewhat cryptic message. “Hi, Molly? My name is Helen Rhodes. I have an important matter to discuss with you. It’s best if we talk in person. Can you meet me at 429 Windy Trail at 3:00 today?”
By Denise Rosenstein Arnold5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Allison, a recent college graduate, was headed to a whole new life as an adult in New York City. She had acquired a job as an intern in an advertisement firm on Madison Avenue. She was extremely excited about starting her professional career and living in NYC. She was embracing all the prospects and possibilities of what this new adventure would bring her.
By Alexandra Deasey5 years ago in Humans
Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams Completely deserted of human form. Foaming waves gashing and snapping at the shore as though trying to devour it, bite by savage bite. Angry slate clouds tumbling above threatening to burst and drop their booty on anyone caught beneath. Oscar too, can feel the tension as I unclip his leash and he bounds across the sand, barking crazily as he reaches the water, his huge russet frame contrasting against the murky depths.
By Tessa McCarthy5 years ago in Humans
As Lazy as Oscar
"Is it raining?" I grumbled under my breath as I looked at Oscar in the living room window seat. That's not going to help. It was a sleepy Saturday in late February and I was already tired. The rain made me wish I could just curl up next to him. But no. I have a deadline and I'm going to do this. But I kept drawing blanks. Everything I thought of just seemed like it had been done a thousand times before.
By Kenneth Hogan5 years ago in Humans
At All Cost
As I lay in bed I listen to the excruciating sound of my wall clock… ticking away at the time I have lost, friendships that have dissolved and the soon to be countdown of my pending eviction. I roll over, place my featherless pillow over my head and scream. How did I get here!!! I had a successful job at a department store, a fiancé, and a countless number of friends…. Well at least I thought they were friends. If I had to pinpoint my demise it would be Tuesday last week. And yes, you might ask as the reader, how did you lose everything in one week. Oh, it’s possible. Let me tell you the story. Well first left me start with my childhood, wait that would take too long to unpack, so let me just skip to the engagement, because everyone loves a love story.
By jamice lewis5 years ago in Humans
All She Needs
The first thing that happened was that she got in. Or rather, the second. She hadn't noticed the first yet. The first thing that happened was she found it. Or rather, it found her, but she didn't know that yet, either. In fact, the first thing that happened was that she made her choice. But it didn't look like a choice yet, and she rather wasn't ready to make it.
By Audrey Leda5 years ago in Humans
The Unforgiving Rage
It happened overnight, literally. Ricky Johns, eccentric billionaire, inherits fortune, was the headline splashed across the one TV they had here at the Café on 5th. I couldn’t help but keep my eyes glued to the news coverage of Ricky’s fortune. He walked so gracefully up to the podium to answer questions. His slouch was gone. He was known for slouching. Many thought he had a medical issue or perhaps he had a disability but, I knew the truth. He was self-conscious of how his shoulders were shaped. I had been slowly getting him out of that bad habit. Looks like my encouragement might have worked! The realization made me angry. Ricky hadn’t shown up to school the past few days. I tried texting, calling, emailing, and even showed up at his door multiple times to figure out what was going on. Ricky lived alone. I had to find out through the teachers that he had gone away on family business. Now, here he was on TV like nothing happened. He was smiling, cracking jokes, and outgoing! This can’t be Ricky, I muttered to myself. Atleast, not the Ricky that I know—
By Fabio Rodriguez5 years ago in Humans
Two Percent
As Erin pulls off in her car from buying her Win For Life lottery ticket at her local convenience store that she’d gone to for years, she recalled all the recent news about how the power and mega jackpots are the biggest in history. As she drives home, she has that same old familiar feeling of 2% hope and 98% this is never gonna happen. She sighs hopelessly, “I don’t know why I bother, but hey….you never know”, she whispers to herself, mocking the all too familiar lottery commercials. She pulls up to her apartment building and tries to find an open available space, something that proves often difficult on weekday nights. It’s almost 10pm, its eerily dark outside, and almost none of the streetlights around her building worked. After two minutes of circling the block, she finds an open spot in front of a giant heap of garbage. “Perfect”, she whispers in frustration. Erin pulls into the empty space, turns off her engine, grabs her purse and her mask, and steps out of the car weary of any rats that may be near the garbage heap on the side of her car. Erin growls as she dreads the block and a half walk around to the front entrance of her building. As she reaches the one block mark, she suddenly realizes that she left her lottery ticket on her passenger seat. “Crap”, she yelled out in frustration. She turns around to look down the long, dark and empty block that her car was parked. She saw the familiar garbage heap and said to herself, “Nope, I’ll get it in the morning”.
By NEEDAPRAYER15 years ago in Humans
