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 Appointment
Jacob Prosser was not a bad guy. He was just misunderstood. When his estranged wife, Marilyn, announced that she was taking the kids and moving back to Ohio to live with her parents, Jake realized she misunderstood him most of all. She said she could not live with his addictions any longer. Addictions? What addictions? He was not addicted to gambling, he was dedicated to it, like any other professional is to their craft. And like any other professional he knew that perfection took time and patience.
By Ray Sakultarawattn5 years ago in Humans
No Foot Too Big
It all started the day I got my birthday card. My sister, as is her custom, sent me a fun commemoration with a Lottery Scratcher enclosed. Her birthday message. You never know. I must admit I was amused as I set my gaze on the colorful and busy scratch game ticket. With a laugh and a shrug of my shoulders I proceeded to scratch away.
By Carol Dent5 years ago in Humans
Only Once, Josiah!
Only once, Josiah! The memory of that moment when he saw the notebook in the grass still lingered fresh in Josiah Guerra's mind. It looked rather shabby and its black leather covers were stained by moisture, proving it was lying there for some time, by the legs of a wooden bench near the entrance in Vigilante Bike Park. Josiah wasn't one of those bikers with fluorescent pants and ridiculous headphones gathering on Facebook. Josiah didn't even have a bike. The only reason he came in the park next to the railroad that cuts through Helena, was to enjoy his cheeseburger during the lunch break. He only had to cross the inner courtyard of the warehouse, and in three minutes he was on the Centennial Trail. On the north side there were always free benches.
By Cristian Carstoiu5 years ago in Humans
Hard Choices?
I found it at the ballfield. The book. I was watching my son play baseball, which up to that point was the only thing that truly gave me joy. It had been a long, few years and the field was my happy place. A place I didn’t have to worry about the bills not being paid. I could enjoy the sunshine. The sound of the bat hitting the ball. The cheers from the other parents who had more going for them outside of that complex than I did. I had tried counseling a few months before, but the guy hadn’t been quite right, and I hadn’t found a new one yet.
By Erin Skelley5 years ago in Humans
The Book They Called Priceless
The radio proclaimed it a day of love, but it was a day of mourning for me. My younger brother, Owen, had purportedly drowned six years ago, at fifteen, though his body had yet to be found.
By Joanna Celeste5 years ago in Humans
Cindy’s manifestation journey
Although Cindy has beauty, confidence and determination she was raised with a lack of money, support, and guidance in her life. Her only New Year’s resolution for 2021 is to be more punctual with important appointments and events in her life. One of her closes friends Laura suggested that she should invest in an agenda or notebook, she felt it would be a great way to keep her affairs in order. Cindy agreed and decided to research a few options that very night. She preferred notebooks over agendas because agendas were similar to the calendars she already had which lacked the space she needed to fit her busy schedule in an entire section, notebooks have larger pages which were perfect for the space she required. As she googled best notebook brands she came across a company called Moleskine. After viewing their website she chose to purchase their notebook mainly because they are made with environmentally friendly acid-free paper and because they have the FSC stamp with stands for “the mark of responsible forestry“ according to the about us section on their website. She absolutely adored that aspect of the company in which she took pride in. At first her only purpose for purchasing her new Moleskine black notebook was to keep organized, because anyone who truly knew her knows how much help she needed to do that. However shortly after she bought the book she began to realize that it was going to be one of the most important life changing objects she has ever possessed.
By Mystic5 years ago in Humans
The Tattered Old Address Book
Did you ever have one of those days – an unexpected, out of the blue, life altering day that would change your life forever? I did, almost ten years ago to this day. It was a day that will be etched in my heart, soul and memory for the rest of my life.
By Jean Mullin5 years ago in Humans
Black Is A Lucky Color
He paced around the room for what must’ve felt like hours. Occasionally he would glance back at the small black pocketbook on the coffee table. Finally, he stopped pacing and stared at its contents once more. At that moment he decided that this was a sign, it had to be because how else could he have been this lucky.
By Paloma Gallardo5 years ago in Humans
The General Store
The whir of the fan, its plastic tassels slapping against one another, a metallic cicada, mimicking the humid summer sounds just outside the dingy windows. “The General Store” sat in the middle of the sidewalk with faded paint and sagging shudders, a small plaque rusted almost beyond recognition read “EST. 1915.” A small photo collage, yellowed with age, hung behind the counter. Faces of the past crowded together smiling in front of what was once the only store in town, now an antique shop just as forgotten as its contents. The current owner hadn’t felt the need to come up with a new name, so the general store became “The General Store”.
By Alicia Nicole5 years ago in Humans
Tell Me What You Are Worth
Part 1. For the sake of this story, you don’t need to know who I am. But if you like, and if you really need to, feel free to wonder about me - picturing my story - your story about my story - in your heads.
By Maria Antonia Positano5 years ago in Humans
Collision Course
You like to tempt Fate, don’t you? Ain’t it a thrill to have her ride shotgun while you haul ass from the latest mess you created? Or to call her up time and again like some lover who can’t quit you? Do you believe she will always go along for the ride, sit pretty as far as you’ll take her? Maybe I should tell you something before you forget who you’re playing with. I see Fate every time I look in the mirror, and it isn’t just the name my mama gave me. Believe me when I say I might be your lover, but I can quit you. Just like that.
By Wendi Christner5 years ago in Humans
Little Bets and Her Little Black Book
She wore a secondhand school blazer, long boys’ trousers and had $20,000 stuffed inside her backpack. Her classmates wore pristine red blazers and the girls were in identical red and white check dresses. If this bothered her, she didn’t show it. Nor was she concerned there were two hundred $100 bills in the bag hanging on the back of her chair.
By Alex Markham5 years ago in Humans