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.

Escaping Stephen
How many times did I try to escape Stephen? In my mind it was 1000s, when in reality I was no more than an insecure, frightened girl who wanted nothing more than to be loved.
By Kemp5 years ago in Humans
Half of a Treasure Map
Jenna almost threw the letter away, thinking it was junk mail. It wasn't mailed, merely taped to her door. Something stopped her as she ripped open the envelope and pulled out the folded pieces of paper. One was a letter and the other was a ripped map.
By Jude Liebermann5 years ago in Humans
The Treasure in the Wall
It had been there for the time the house had been standing, cutting off the kitchen from the living area and the dinette, creating a space for a nook. The design might have been practical and sensible at one point in history, but two-thousand twenty-one was not that time. She finally had some time, and the finances, available to deal with it.
By Andy5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
The sun peeked its rays through the vertical blinds on Rose’s waking face as she opened her eyes to a view of memories that were forgotten during her sleep. The scent in the pillow, the comfort of the worn out blanket that kept her warm that night were all signs of her mother who was viciously murdered. Her heart hurt with each beat while her tears fell endlessly in what felt like an abyss of turmoil. Why would anyone want to hurt her, she thought to herself over and over again knowing she’d never get an answer since the case went cold, left unsolved. Rose knew there had to be more to the story, her mother wasn’t the type of woman to get mixed up with anything that would result in her death. At least she didn’t think so.
By Carla Alexander5 years ago in Humans
Empty Pages
Perhaps it was her love of paper that helped April spot the little black notebook, half-hidden beneath a drift of crisp yellow leaves on a bench she always passed on her way home from work. She liked collecting little notebooks, just to have them as much as to actually write in them. She had three shoeboxes full of blank ones. Such lovely, pristine empty pages, just full of potential.
By Jennifer Riley5 years ago in Humans
Amber
Amber 1705 April 15th. A young girl is standing on the edge of a cliff looking at the ocean. Her long brown hair is waving down her back every time the wind blows. Her sky blue eyes are filled with tears as the ship is pulling to the docks. She looks down at people rushing to meet their loved ones and coast control is about to have a closer look at the ship and the orders that it carries. This ship is supposed to bring wool and amber just like Jhons ship was supposed to.
By zivile zazirskaite5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
What did I think I was doing when I bought a house with "good bones" just because there were rumors that it had a fascinating history? I am beginning to think that this house needs more renovation than a single senior citizen can do.
By Lizz Chambers5 years ago in Humans
Oddbook
In my usual morning routine, I woke up before the sun rose and made my fear of the dark obsolete. Yeah, I know. Still afraid of the dark at this age. In many instances, I have no clue to which age group I belong though. I'm the kid in the company I work for, while visiting home, younger siblings revere me as an adult. Guess cash does the trick.
By Elena-Andrada Cretu5 years ago in Humans
The exit door
The man in the nice trench-style coat and suit who walked into Henry’s that morning stood out a bit, but not much. It was the reaction he got out of Charlotte, one of the waitresses, that caught Joe’s attention.
By Benjamin Kibbey5 years ago in Humans
That Little Black Book
THAT LITTLE BLACK BOOK By Kitty Boyes - Copyright © 2021 Kitty Boyes - All rights reserved. "Hello there Gina," Carol called as she poked her head in the door. "Got the kettle on?"
By Kitty Boyes5 years ago in Humans
The Hazel Gaze
It all started with a glance. She sat opposite me and with each bump on the train carriage, she never once flinched. Her eyes remained in twined with mine.
By Jayde Victoria5 years ago in Humans
Reno
Starting on a renovation of a house this old is not difficult for me; but, it's my first time doing it! The home was owned by a cantankerous old man who no one knew but also, no one liked. Somewhat like a hermit, he only came out once a week; on Saturday. He bought necessities to stay alive and only that. Nothing he bought was for personal hygiene; and it was evident by the odor he "dusted" the aisles with.
By Kevin Miller5 years ago in Humans