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 Little Black Book
Once Upon a time in a very busy city lived a modestly sweet young woman known as Audrey. On a bustling street full of Character and charm, amongst unusual book shops, hipster cafes with thriving plants and eccentric art stores sat a kooky apothecary.
By Nicole Cooper5 years ago in Humans
Chin Chin
Prologue Every man has his proverbial little black book. The luckiest own a Moleskine. What he chooses to put in it matters only to him. That is until he misplaces his little black Moleskine.
By Patricia5 years ago in Humans
The Table
"You have no idea what you're asking." "Thirty thousand for both, or I take neither." The first book, the one the old man had originally offered, was enormous by any metric. A foot and a half by over two feet long with four full inches of deckle-edged paper between its red leather covers, it sat like a plump idol in the center of the kitchen table. There had been a design tooled into the cover once, something lovely and meaningful, but the same hands that had worn the silver clasp black with tarnish had smoothed it into obscurity.
By Vic Caida5 years ago in Humans
The Door in the floor
Though the house was old and need a lot of work, the rustic look was just what the young couple was looking for. Getting away form the city is what they needed, more specifically, what their marriage needed.
By Milynn Graves5 years ago in Humans
Oh little book
The book had arrived only a week ago and now a relative I never knew about was dead and I was $20000 richer. My logic is telling me that it can’t be the book yet my senses are screaming at me that it was the book.
By WrittenWritRalf5 years ago in Humans
Ember
Tears streamed down her face as she stood on the cliff edge, mixing as they ran down her cheeks with the rain that was falling in sheets across the vast expanse of steely grey. Sobs wracked her chest, the sound of them drowned by the waves crashing on the rocks below. Snot flowed from both nostrils and her hair was plastered to her forehead, but Meg didn’t care. Who was she trying to impress? The unfortunate dog walker who would find her once the storm had passed? The coroner performing her autopsy? It didn’t matter now. None of it mattered anymore, now that it was all about to be over.
By Anni Ueckermann5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
It's a fact that If you meet a man from Ireland and he tells you he was born in 1980, you have a 10 to 1 shot that his name is John Paul. There’s a club of John Pauls, a nod to the Pope and the weekend he spent touring Ireland in 1979, a time when half of Ireland whisked itself into a frenzy of Pope John Paul II adulation.
By Ellie5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
On the way to the bus, I stopped to smell the roses. There were many roses lined up and down the streets of Salem, Oregon. The euphoria from the wonderful smells lit up my nose and made my head dizzy. The smile I had on my face and the happy feelings I was having were leading to a crazy and manic state.
By Divine Wynter5 years ago in Humans
Five Misconceptions About Setting Boundaries
“Personal boundaries define you as an individual. They are statements of what you will or won’t do, what you like and don’t like, how far you will or won’t go, how close someone can get to you or how close you will get to another person . . . they are your value system in action.” — Gary and Joy Lundberg
By Martina Petkova5 years ago in Humans
Templar's Hill
A hidden secret sat below the 2000 year old tree. Aubri began to dig with pure curiosity. Sweet old Aubrianna lived a comfortable, sheltered life. She grew to be a modestly well off archeologist. Aubri fell in love with history as a child while intently listening to her grandfather's mesmerizing stories of Templar's Hill. She knew it well since birth. The small historic settlement was the home of Aubri’s ancestors for centuries. The ancient hill was only steps away from the family's cozy 4 bedroom house converted 300 years earlier from the bones and body of an ancient Templar's church. One of Aubri’s favorite stories was about a great ancestor named Elizabetha Vierrak V’Ungerstonn.
By Annabelle 5 years ago in Humans
Jejune, Shrapnel and Mustelids
I've always been a lover of words. When I was a kid I used to leaf through dictionary's for fun and when I learned a new word for the first time that meant everyone else did too. Most kids get called mean names based on what the bully's have decided is your greatest weakness and I was not spared mean name callers. I was Encyclopedia Brown....They derisively called me Encyclopedia Brown. Why? Racism mainly. My beautiful Indigenous genes meant I was perma-tanned making me the darkest kid in school who also liked read the dictionary. Unforch for them, I considered it a compliment. I clapped back by calling them Jejune and because they had no idea what jejune meant momentary confusion was created, like an Octopus's ink cloud, provided distraction for escape. I insisted that my mother make me an Encyclopedia Brown costume for Halloween that year. Nobody got it...including my mother.
By Jason Fortier5 years ago in Humans
A Book of Twenty Thousand Opportunities
Lennon’s attention abruptly changed from the conversation with Catori to something wedged in a shrub. The stems of the shrub were mushy and frail and no longer full of life. Lennon removed his facial mask as he walked to the shrub, crouched down, struggling to pull the item free. It was obvious the shrub wasn’t going to lose.
By Jeff Crise, Amanda M.G. Busch, Josh Crise5 years ago in Humans