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.
Copper Lane
They say that money doesn’t buy happiness. Well, anyone who says that has never been poor. As a child, I used to sit on my living room floor, jealous of my father who got to sit in the worn-out recliner. It was the only piece of furniture left in that room; everything else had been tossed into the wood stove one really cold winter. My Pa had gotten hurt on the job, and since there was no union they fired him before he could file an injury complaint. After a bunch of rejected job applications, he just stopped applying. Instead he spent all of his time in that chair, watching whatever shows came through our television’s antenna.
By S. A. Pratt5 years ago in Humans
The Hidden Compartment
This was supposed to be my dream home, I thought as I walked up to the front door of the once beautiful home that had belonged to my grandparents. For years I had wanted to buy their home, but I wasn’t able to afford it. Surprisingly enough, it sat vacant for 15 years. I guess no one wanted to deal with the bank. And now that it sat, uninhabited for years, it needed a lot of work.
By Kate Allison Sacks5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Somewhere in a province that has long lost its name lay a secret that was much too exposed to be called as such. Though Kings of men long overlooked its splendor in pursuit of glory, honor, fame, riches and power, this gift beheld the exact treasures of the beholder. It presented itself bound within the confines of two rectangular leather hides, filled with scribbles on papyri of remnants of old. But it was not bound, this little black book. No. Before it was a book it was a word, spoken and bold, full of authority and creativity, principle, and victory. It was the spirit of the word, if you will, but the only way it could be carried into the future generations, beyond the moment it was declared, was to be conformed to that of a book. The book had one writer, though many contributed to its pages, therein lie its mystery. It was home to the greatest conquests since the dawn of time. It was also home for those who opened its pages. And in a moment, a sojourner, one foreign to the existence of this book, came upon it.
By Nico DeGrange5 years ago in Humans
Toss of Providence
With the door slamming in his face, Sam finally hit rock bottom. He'd lost his job, and his family was struggling, and now his last chance at redemption seemed to be behind him. Sam had been on a run of bad luck but had hoped this job interview was going to be the one to get him back on track. Instead, he got in his car and drove off, feeling defeated once again.
By Matthew Klem5 years ago in Humans
The Deserving Desire
Closing my tired, red eyes after working all night, it was 2:20 am. I was exhausted, well that was an understatement. Trying to sleep without worrying about the next day, working in the concrete boxes built to tower over every other corporate building, serving coffees to businessmen when I’m half asleep, organizing days off for them, to fit with their co-workers when I haven’t had a day off in 4 weeks.
By lizzy Myers5 years ago in Humans
The Black Book on the Subway
I got on the subway in Chicago and stood by the door, heading for work and eager to escape the subzero temperatures outside. While holding onto a railing, I watched as the masked passengers swayed in unison as the train car started to move, quietly consuming the bright lights on their smartphones.
By William Gardner5 years ago in Humans
