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.
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
Worlds Connected
Not many people go out during a rainy day. I don't mind the cold weather and I find the smell of rain relaxing and healing. It was a late Monday afternoon when I decided to walk home after work. Instead of taking the train I took the sidewalk that led to a park near my home. I had brought an umbrella and was well aware of the weather that day. What I was not aware of was what I was about to find.
By PoeticJames5 years ago in Humans
Money Money Money
Monday's are always the rough days, Joe thought to himself, as he got ready to clean out his bus for the day. Sure enough, as Joe swept out his bus he found pieces of food on the floor and wrappers from pre-made foods on the floor even though the sign clearly states NO FOOD on the bus. Joe had an eye for detail when it comes to cleaning his bus. He made a small pile of debris in the middle of the bus. Before he got ready to sweep the trash up, he looked down and saw a little black book, he bent down and dug it out of the rest of the trash in the pile. Now he was curious and opened the book, The book looked old and worn, on the inside of the cover it said, FOLLOW ME TO RICHES. The rest of the pages were in a language Joe didn't understand, he closed the book and continued to clean out his bus. When he was finished he headed to the shop to clock out for the day. He turned in his cleaning supplies signed his worksheet handed the dispatcher his phone and clipboard and turned in his money, and proceeded to make his way home.
By AngelicMarie Gingras5 years ago in Humans
Keep it Safe
“Brrrrr!” Lexi said to her husband as they were exiting the movie theatre. It was about 1 am when they were leaving the theatre. Brax, graciously puts his arms around his wife while walking to the back of the parking lot to their car. They were the only two in sight, or what they had thought. As Brax opens the door for Lexi, an old man grabs Brax by the collar and whispers. “Keep it safe!” Brax was startled by the old man, and before he could do or say anything the old man took his last breath and fell to the ground. “Oh my god! Did he just die?” Screamed Lexi. Brax had no words, taken back and only to be holding a little black book and the old man lying dead at his feet.
By Alissa Knox5 years ago in Humans
The Interview
Erica sat quietly at the large L-shaped desk. She had been waiting twenty minutes for this interview with Mr. Bradley Brighton and was starting to feel a little impatient. “Am I even qualified for this job” she wondered to herself. “Is he late because my time isn’t valuable to him or his business?” In true Erica fashion her mind spiraled, her palms got sweaty and she hoped that this anxiety she felt would not show through when Mr. Brighton finally showed up.
By Dorothy Back5 years ago in Humans
Winners
Monday The air at the station blows like a convection oven, passing over and under her dress. No amount of hair wax will tame the errant, bean sprout curls along her neck and forehead. Beads of nervous perspiration dot her body in anticipation of the forthcoming interview questions. Rachel Herrera wants, no, needs this job.
By Francesca Flood, Ed.D.5 years ago in Humans
