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.

A Fortune Signature
Ruthanne held back the urge to roll her eyes. This morning had another story time attached to it. Her grandmother was recounting the famous folklore of Montbrook Pier to her younger sister, Esmae. Ruthanne’s grandmother had a knack for telling her stories whenever they visited over the summer. Still, this one had to be the icing on the cake. A notebook that granted someone’s deepest desire?
By Tahira Voss5 years ago in Humans
Possibilities
Cardham House of Pizza was twenty minutes away by bicycle. It had been raining sporadically throughout the afternoon, and I figured that it would be best to don my yellow raincoat on my journey into town. Just in case.
By Jordan Gilletti5 years ago in Humans
The Book
The day Lindsey Ann’s life changed was the day she found the Book. She was in a local used book shop when she found it because it was a simple book, plain black on the outside with no title or author. The inside was equally plain. It was filled with unlined, blank pages. Except for the first line on the first page, which was filled with a single sentence in a spidery script.
By G.M. Cox5 years ago in Humans
Jumpstart
I’ve never been particularly wealthy. That isn’t to say that my family wasn’t well enough off to raise me and my siblings, but I can’t say there haven’t been times I’ve been left wanting for things. I worked my way through college, and though my loans will take approximately 40 years to completely pay off, I’m not that financially strapped.
By Lonnie Hom5 years ago in Humans
Bad Luck
The wind howls through the dark alley. Hank tries to pull his worn blanket over his body. Too late as the icy wind reaches his bones. The wet bricks stick to his back.
By Ethan DeJonge5 years ago in Humans
A Grandmother's Gift
On a frigid February morning, Simon awoke in his cardboard castle with a smile across his face. Today was going to be the beginning of his new life.
By Nick Paslawsky5 years ago in Humans
His 5 Star Women
Caro James stepped out of her hotel in downtown Ho Chi Minh City and was enveloped in heat and humidity. It is July 4, 1996, the 220th birthday of the United States and the 20th anniversary of the worst day of Caro's life. She finds herself pondering the path her life has taken over the last six months that landed her in the one country she swore she would never visit. She pictures her brother Will arriving here as an 18 year old who had only been out of Vermont a handful of times before he enlisted in 1967 and had never been on a plane until he flew here. He was four years older than she was, as he was learning to be a soldier she was starting high school. It was obvious to anyone who met them that they were brother and sister, both had tall, slender builds and dark brown hair. Their faces were anchored by high cheekbones and warm brown eyes. As a child she looked up to him and they had grown closer as they corresponded while he was "in country". She kept him up to date about their hometown and he gave he advice on navigating high school.
By Susan Mills5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Notebook & Answered Prayers
Dark foreboding clouds circled the tops of the buildings. It was mid-day, Monday, October 21, 1929. Strolling on the sidewall on Wall Street, a man smashed into Tillman whose concentration was occupied by city sounds and towering buildings. Crash! His suitcase slammed to the ground; its contents scattered all over the sidewalk. Quickly he grabbed his belongings and closed the suitcase. His dated suit screamed tourist, the sheepish look on his youthful face revealed he lacked street smarts.
By Samantha Bates5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Ordinary. That’s all he was, just an ordinary man in an ordinary life. He was called Edgar, he had an average salary derived from simple, mundane, tedious employment. His limited clock of existence slowly but surely tick tocking towards the inevitable darkness of his death. Of his forgotten life, should I say. Of course, who am I to judge? I am merely adhering to rules of everyday life too. I am merely but a brick, a fragment of this construction, this conceit that we call ‘society.’
By Adam Newman5 years ago in Humans
The Witch Next Door
It was not a good day for a summer storm. Penelope Reed watched through the blinds of her kitchen window as movers began to unload furniture from a beat-up truck parked in the driveway next door. An unfortunate pleather sofa followed a pair of lamps and a behemoth of a secretary desk. From a rusted station wagon came a black umbrella, masking the presence of the new homeowner of 1692 Cherrywood Lane.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
An Auspicious Circumstance
An Auspicious Circumstance by Angie Bauman The breeze hits him as soon as the double doors open. His backside faces the group home. Andre takes in the fresh crisp air. This moment, a sense of freedom, but also a sense of fear. Reminded he’s alone by the way his tattered green duffle bag weighs heavy on his shoulder. The life he once knew exists no more. He says to himself, “I won’t get anywhere standing here all day.”
By Angela Bauman5 years ago in Humans
One Black Book short of the Rabbit Hole
Life can be weighted in minutes. Sometimes, one of those minutes can forever alter the course of a life. This thought fleetingly crossed her mind as she ran towards the bus. Slowed down by a bulky handbag and scuffed pointy black shoes, she knew that when her phone rang there were only one of two choices. Be on time for the bus, or find out who the caller is.
By Sienna Rose5 years ago in Humans