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.

Sun in Virgo
When someone asks, "What's you're sign?" people usually have one simple answer. Capricorn, Taurus, et cetera. That's only your Sun sign though, and there's always so much more to you. The traits that fall under the Sun sign aren't always the traits that that person outright shows on a daily basis. It's the "Rising" or "Ascendant" sign that you should ask to figure out what kind of person they tend to be on a daily basis. But then the "Moon" sign shows others about your habits, reactions, and instincts. If people are really into Astrology- I mean REALLY into Astrology, they should really be asking about their natal chart, but then you're asking a very personal question. It gets complicated.
By Shana Kor5 years ago in Humans
The Mysterious Face of Grace
Lester Connelly was an eccentric individual; he was always looked upon as weird to those who felt they were normal. He took the same route to and from work daily for 15 years. Never complaining no matter what the weather he always walked in the door with a smile on his face. Anyone who came across Lester, which is everyone, could not resist at least forming a semi smile on their face as he was that contagious.
By Melody Tye5 years ago in Humans
Dirty Underwear and Scarves from Elvis
My grandfather never told me how he came into possession of Elvis’ scarf. The pale blue scarf was in decent shape lying on the kitchen table next to a faded yellow advertisement of the 1975 New Year’s Eve show in Detroit, Michigan. Beside the scarf were two Hummel figures, a hiking boy and a girl sitting with an umbrella. Dan, my older brother, ate cereal against the counter with a smile on his face.
By Jason Wallace5 years ago in Humans
Time and Again
As Pamela grabbed the mail from the mailbox, she was surprised to see that a chunky manila envelope had been stuffed in there with the many bills that were becoming overwhelming lately. She lost her job when the owners of the company decided to retire and move to Florida. They gave her a nice severance package, but the economy had been so bad that she hadn’t found what she was looking for as yet. She was at the point where she was going to have to settle for something that pays less than she was accustomed to.
By Sharon Flynn Corley5 years ago in Humans
Finding Love Again
The Little Black Book by Ericka Hayes Veronica, a 27-year-old software designer, leaned back in her recliner as she enjoyed her Virtual Reality Meditation moment. She looked around her meditation room to study the sunrise motif, trying to keep her mind clear of thoughts for the next 10 minutes. So much was going on around her and she was trying to prepare her mind for the difficult day ahead. Counseling was Jonathan’s idea and as much as she wanted to refuse, she just didn’t have the heart to walk away from him without allowing him to explore this one last avenue. Jonathan had an extremely tough childhood and although she knew those things contributed to his bad behavior, there was just no excuse for a grown man to be so, well, selfish and immature. Hopefully he would listen to the counselor, get some help or yell at her too and storm out.
By Ericka Hayes5 years ago in Humans
The Milanese Queen
The Miracle Model - who took the whole world by a storm. Twice. Infantile Amnesia March 2, 1978 I made my obviously overdramatic appearance into the world, just twenty two weeks after being implanted onto the uterine wall, weighing in at a measly 3 pounds and 3oz...
By Lee Reidy5 years ago in Humans
First Impressions
Sometimes I think I have a sign that says “Please Talk to Me” pasted on my forehead. Or maybe I’m viewed by strangers as “approachable.”
By Nate Paige5 years ago in Humans
Before the Vows
The days leading up to a wedding are typically super stressful. Everything must be perfect, and all last-minute alterations are due ASAP. Nevertheless, this particular evening took a soft family approach to the occasion. A bridal shower with good people, food, and music is just what the doctor ordered to slow down and enjoy this pivotal event in life.
By Alisha Jones5 years ago in Humans
Elderflower
Fat, hot tears swelled the windows to her soul. They hung to the peak of her cheekbones until they sauntered down to the crease of her smile. The release felt poetic as the rain softly raced down the windowpane. The sunned street outside formed a breathy mist. The flowers lining the brick sidewalk waltz with the raindrops.
By Miss Daryl5 years ago in Humans
Through Her Eyes - Intro
She left her diary for me to find. I know for certain now, it wasn’t an accident. What happened to her wasn’t an accident either.
By Mirrie Parks5 years ago in Humans
Unexpected Trials
“Am I the only one who can do this work,” I wondered. It was the third consecutive day of me staying four hours later than everyone else, but this isn’t uncommon. It seems to be happening more and more but with my financial burdens, I can’t look for anything better. My days seem endless to the agonizing pain of working for nothing. “Thank you Salary,” as if it’s the cause of all my problems. Finally, I am able to leave the confinement of this prison-like establishment we call work.
By Douglas Troy Landers5 years ago in Humans
Wankeka
Nora Waneka was a sweet little girl with thick coarse hair and golden-brown skin. She was a beautiful girl with a kind heart and coarse hands. Everyday was a new day with the sun shining ever so brightly above the grass thatched roof of the mud hut where she lived with her grandmother, her stepmother, her half sister and brother, and her ever absent father. The children in the village would laugh and play all evening, after the chores were done, but Waneka, as the little girl was called, would never join them. She sat in the kitchen blowing at the wooden sticks under the iron pot, occasionally stoking the burning embers with one of them, while she tended to supper. Her face was beautiful, but she hardly smiled. Anybody who took a close look at the little girl, who looked about 12 years old, would see a deep sorrow embedded in her dark gaze. Her eyes were like deep wells of unshed tears.
By Mercy5 years ago in Humans