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.

Treasure Tracks & Black Books
I was raised by my Grandfather in small town Ohio If you saw a dog walking down the street you knew who the owner was. There was a roller rink on the outskirts of the village, other than that, adventures were guided by imagination
By Ricky Griffith5 years ago in Humans
Trench
I guess you never really know how it feels to feel small if you’ve never felt big. I’ve felt like Trench my whole life, nothing to compare to it. Yeah, I was born Shane McCarthy, but I was given the nickname Trench when I was nine and baby Shane may as well have not existed. He didn’t have much to him. Didn’t feel much. Didn’t do much. He was a baby; they don’t do they. Lazy fuckers.
By Olivia Anastasiou5 years ago in Humans
Hello
Hello. It's a word you hear all the time. When you see someone new or when you meet up with a friend. When you smile at someone and when you say hello to them. Hello is a common word, something you expect to hear, but sometimes, the way it's said, can be quite unexpected. From time to time, hello can imply so much and yet so little. Sometimes, the person doesn't want to say hello or they're just too eager. Occasionally, hello can be the last thing you hear before you die. Or, it can be the last thing you hear before they die.
By Emilie Turner5 years ago in Humans
The Little Things
“What are you going to order?” I flipped through the menu, trying to squelch the feeling of discontentment stirring in the pit of my stomach. “Just a sandwich, I think.” Gingerly I retrieved the spoon from the sugar bowl where Sam had left it, sugar crystals clinging to it. I stirred my coffee slowly, not wanting to meet Sam’s eyes. I shouldn’t have been feeling this way a week before the wedding.
By Kate Hewitt5 years ago in Humans
Away From Here
There it was. Twenty thousand dollars. Geraldine held the flimsy cheque in her shaking, brittle hands, her rheumy eyes filled with tears. It wasn’t enough to get her to the newly cultivated planet but it would be enough for her grandson.
By Melissa Woodard5 years ago in Humans
Every Shining Moment
Hello. Compliment. Funny joke. Maybe not. Pizza in my face. Goodbye. And that was how my dating life ended. The girl of my dreams walked in and out of my life, like a person taking a wrong turn in a revolving door.
By Spencer Hurd5 years ago in Humans
Compensation
Compensation. That’s what they’d called it. He’d thought of a thousand other overly dramatic and bitter names for what they had offered him. ‘Blood money’ was his favourite, and there was a wince anytime from others anytime he used the phrase. People did love to use empty platitudes and words of consolation whenever a tragedy occurred, but never did have anything to say if you responded with anything other than a quiet, dignified acceptance.
By Alexei Dettman5 years ago in Humans
Drowning in a Wine Glass
12-18-20 My therapist thought it would be good for me to start writing down my feelings since I seem to keep them bottled up inside. To make her happy, I went out and bought this cute little black book, which, according to her, will help me ‘heal’. I’m not sure if this will ultimately end up helping me, but at this point I’ll try anything to start getting my life back to some kind of normal.
By Miss Kris5 years ago in Humans
Silver Coins in the Sky
Growth buds are tear dropped-shaped bits where new growth occurs on a tree. I don’t think it is a coincidence that they are shaped as tears, as our greatest growth is often the result of our deepest sorrows. On occasion, we find unexpected surprises in the growth of trees that provides perspective for our most challenging moments.
By Rick Adventure 5 years ago in Humans
That's Not Our Money
"What do you think is in it?" She asked him, looking at him from the corner of her eye and crossing her arms over her chest. He hummed and shrugged, adjusting his cap and kicking the brown box.
By Caroline Collignon5 years ago in Humans
Cottage on the Creek
It didn't start out that way. The house, I mean. When we bought it we had big dreams for it. It was a bit smaller than what we had imagined but it would work for our little family of four. It was on a hill overlooking a little creek and if I squinted out the window while I sipped my morning coffee and watched the sunrise it almost looked like the cover of a magical storybook. The house needed a bit of work, but Hank and I had never been one to shy away from projects -- in fact, they kind of excited us. I still remember the day we closed on the property and how we drove directly to the large chain home projects store to pick up necessities to start. It all seemed like an adventure, the way everything with Hank had seemed. He empowered me and buying our little "Cottage on the Creek" as he liked to call it seemed like the perfect start to our adventure in our new town. We knew where we were going in life and knew how to achieve our dreams. This had entailed packing up and moving 500 miles away from family so Hank could start his new job. I remember stopping for a moment and soaking it all in and glancing up and whispering a thank you for all the things we had going for us - a wonderful husband with a new job, a set of adorable twin girls I would get to be a stay-at-home mom to thanks to Hank's new job, and a Cottage on the Creek with nothing but potential. How was I to know that just weeks later Hank would get into a car accident on his way to work leaving him paralyzed? How could I have guessed that our decision to "just go without insurance" until Hank's probation period ended would leave us indebted to a medical system for the rest of our lives? How could I have known that the tools and paint and plans for our Cottage on the Creek would sit in a corner of the basement unused because without Hank, money, or an ounce of ambition fixing up the place was going to be the least of our concerns? How was I to know the city was going to rezone things and begin emptying their sewage from the wastewater treatment plant into our creek making our home virtually unsellable?
By Bea Mary5 years ago in Humans
In the Eye of the Beholder
In a small corner of her apartment in East Hampton Martha had given birth to a masterpiece. The colours were vivid, the composition flawless, the light so believable, it was almost like magic. Martha couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten something, so lost was she in the process of creating this little wonder of tender brushstrokes and smudges. She knew, this was the piece that would open the doors into worldwide art recognition for her. Undying praise from a community so competitive, not even the hardiest stockbroker would stay sane for long. Martha's hands sweated excitement just from thinking about the coming evening. She remembered every mark she had put on the canvas in the last few weeks - or was it months? - it was like breathing life into empty space. Space that was now filled for all eternity.
By Zora Kastner5 years ago in Humans