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.

Turn the Page.
Eve walked along the quiet, secluded path just as she had on the 18th of every month for the past year. She always chose the long, windy trail surrounded by overgrown trees and scattered leaves rather than the manicured sidewalk from the parking lot. For a few brief minutes, she could concentrate on the trail rather than on her destination.
By Rosalind Cook5 years ago in Humans
The House
The black cats watched her from the window. Every morning, at precisely 7, Luce Freydis walked past the towering, dark Victorian mansion on East Elm Street, and every morning exactly five black cats watched her, heads swiveling slowly on stiff shoulders. Five prim gargoyles framed in velvet green curtains.
By Allison Moore5 years ago in Humans
Finders Keepers
He could feel how out of breath he was becoming. As he ran, his chest was tightening and the tingling in his face told him how red his face was.
By Jason Beard5 years ago in Humans
The Gift That Keeps On Giving
A strange smell was seeping through the vents as Addy opened her eyes to the morning sun peeking through dingy brown curtains. “Garbage day,” she grumbled, swinging her legs onto the floor and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She tied a bandana around her face to curb the smell. With earplugs still in, she peeked outside to find the usual suspects causing an all too early morning ruckus.
By Venusian5 years ago in Humans
What More Could We Ask For?
I was running; my life depends on it. Seeing a bullet fly by my head only makes me run faster, hearing the heavy booted steps getting louder with each breath.
By Julianna Bruscino5 years ago in Humans
One Cold Texas Day:
Today, has been a great day for me!” Amber said as she searched her purse for the car keys. Her fingers trembled as she dug around for them. She just walked off the lawn of a private owner, for a car she’d been thinking about buying for weeks. She had been saving money for a new car and the stimulus check put her in a position to buy a decent cash car. The car was used and only $3,200, so it wasn’t in perfect condition, but it was a major step up from the rusty old 92’ Plymouth Acclaim she was riding in. The windows didn’t roll down, air conditioning was broken and when it rained she had to lift the hood and plug in the wipers for them to work. She hated that car and something was ALWAYS wrong with it.
By ModestC5 years ago in Humans
A Glimpse of Liam
One day you wake up and it hits you, you’re at the same ole’ job, your partner left you five years ago, and your car’s about to take a shit.
By Haley Bramwell5 years ago in Humans
"The Little Black Book"
"MOLESKINE'', she read to herself. "Hmm I heard of these, but who left this here?" She looked around seeing green leaves blowing back and forth
By Sobrina Vigil 5 years ago in Humans
Notebook
Notebook It was a cold chilly night when I came across it. It was black as night, smooth as gale the pen propped up on its side. I opened up to the crispiest lined pages this black boy had ever seen. Utter serenity and then it began,
By Sarah Farley5 years ago in Humans
The Giving Book
"Order up!" Chef screamed while working over the stove. Usually this urgent cry from the kitchen would have me scrambling to get to the expediter window quickly, but since the pandemic our small restaurant had been moving much slower. Too slow in fact, only 30 of our 120 seats were available to customers to sit at, and even those were rarely filled. What had once been a bustling dining scene now featured a few brave souls who had ventured out to get a taste of life as it used to be along with one of the best burgers around.
By Linnea G Covington5 years ago in Humans
Resolutions
January 1st 2021 I always feel like I need to justify myself when I start one of these, even though I suppose no-one but me will ever read this.
By Joe Davison5 years ago in Humans
Before My Eyes
The weather wasn't particularly bad that day but I knew it would be windy. I had thought the pure force of it would be enough to consume and deter me from any digressions my mind decided to follow but as I left my top-floor apartment to the busy New York street below, making my way down the same eighteen floors I had walked countless times over the last decade - where I had side-stepped neighbours on the stairwell with only a nod of the head or an obliged 'good morning' - the only present currents were seemingly important memories, particularly those of experiences that had led me here to this day.
By Chris Topley5 years ago in Humans