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.
A Matter of Great Haste
Lady Edith ran her hands along her skirts, peering at herself critically in the glass of the shop’s window. Her heart was hammering hard beneath her stays; Edith imagined she would be able to see it, should she glance down. Her sister, Eleanor, had assured her that her outfit was perfect for every occasion, an innocent rosy pink with a stylish cut to the jacket and a jaunty hat to match, but Eleanor hadn’t known about this particular occasion. No, this time Edith had struck out entirely on her own. Sighing, she reached into her reticule and retrieved her father’s letter. She had read it so many times that it was nearly committed to memory; still, she re-read the paragraph of interest once again.
By Edith (yesterday4)5 years ago in Humans
Golden Nuggets
Page one Golden Nuggets In The little black book. 🌅 📓 Page two. It was a warm sunny day in the highlands,Marie looked out the window, she could see the deer not far from her home , the sun was shining on the water making it look like silver. She was excited . Today was the highland games She always enjoyed them, especially the band parade at the end of the games, seeing everyone in their Kilts, and different colours, they came from Canada, and America, and Ireland to participate with the local Scots. She also loved the crafts on sale, the tastings, and seeing what was on offer. She was especially excited because their was a new platform this year, a poetry competition, and she was astounded, at the prizes they had to offer. she was entering one of her own poems, she would not know the results that day. Representatives of the company holding the competition, were going to be there to accept the entries, and they will take them back to their publishing company, and have them judged, the lucky people who are selected to win a prize will be notified in another six weeks time. She knew the top prize was for twenty thousand, dollars she could certainly do with it, If she was lucky enough to win, she knew exactly how she would use it, for her future. Marie picked up her little black notebook, that held her golden nuggets, as she liked to call them, she had an envelope inside with her entry. She took the entry out, and checked it again, for the third time, making sure there were no spelling mistakes, and everything flowed. She hoped she had picked the right one, her black notebook was full of them, but she liked this poem.She read it out loud to make sure it flowed.
By Kathleen Merry5 years ago in Humans
Big Dreams in a Small Book
Moe and Molly Skine were exuberant. It was closing day on their new home, and they were chatting with their broker, Ms. Cara Little. Owning a house meant a lot to the Skines’. They came from poor simple backgrounds in the heart of 1950s Pennsylvania and had grown up in the same row of tired old brick row homes. It was there they had met and fallen in love. Affording a house meant that they had to scrimp and save every penny they could. It took almost ten years but they were on the way to accomplish what they had set out to do; ensuring their children had a better childhood and a brighter future than they ever had.
By Max Horowitz5 years ago in Humans
Manifest Destiny
I remember the hair on his fingers spiralled and curled like a little hair forest just above the knuckle which was boney and thick. His nails were too long for a man and one had dirt under it. I wanted to hate his long bony hands and hairy fingers, but I loved him. Despite everything I still loved him. I tried not to cry. I sat there and listened. The therapist said, it was good to take a pause and listen to one another and so I clenched my jaw shut.
By Lorie Hope5 years ago in Humans
Without Bad Luck, I Would Have NO LUCK AT ALL
When it comes to bad luck, I would have no luck at all. An analogy always associated with me...as well as "Always Angel" these type of quirky sayings have always made its way in my life. It makes me wonder if the universe truly has it out for me. I am at the budding age of 48, mother of three and yes, you would think I have myself together. Well, that is truly not the case. I make it in life out of hard work for others and no dedication to myself. I never understood what, in my way of thinking do I find this "hamster on a spinning wheel" process a good one. But, if it ain't broke, dammit don't fix it is my Golden Rule!
By angel parks5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Blake is having a bad day. He not only lost his job as a deli-worker an hour ago but when he went back to his apartment, he gets evicted due to black mould growing in the walls. He’s got no one to go to and no prospects. Now he is sitting in a used bookstore called “The Next Page” having a cup of coffee with the last $2.00 to his name. He shakes his head, puts his hand to his forehead and sighs. Desperate, alone, and depressed, he doesn’t know what he is going to do.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Humans
Susan's Perfect Little Find
Susan was not always so fortunate, but luck was on her side the day she bought her very first scratch ticket. She won $10,000 and felt on top of the world, so much so that she went back to her greatest passion, storage locker auctions. She traveled long and far to find some of the the biggest auctions in Oklahoma.
By Robin Tobin5 years ago in Humans
The Black Book
It was a typical day in the city of brotherly love. Winter was starting to come to an end. Lola has been grateful for the winter but is happy to see spring come. She has been going through tough times financially but has been keeping a smile on her face anyway. Things could be worse she thought to herself. I have much to be grateful for.
By Yahmina Miller5 years ago in Humans
Power in Knowledge
Power in Knowledge: The discovery in the little black book by: Patsha Ramsey David was an average statistic that grew up in foster care. He stood at an average 5’’8, wore he regular jeans and T-Shirt with a black hoodie, and he had a good sense of character. David was only 16 years old and could not figure out why his life had been so bitter. Growing up in Chicago, Illinois there was no boundary for a sense of what a safe place could be. It was surviving or die, kill, or be killed. The orphanage where he grew up in never lied to him about the possibilities of never being adopted. From what David understood, he was another baby found in the dumpster by a drug addict mother that could not get it right. As David grew to a young teen, he stopped questioning his fate. The foster home was an old school that was converted into a residential facility. It consisted of seven around the clock staff, a cook, and an old-fashioned woman that ran the place. David was grateful that the facility had treated him well over the years but could not see life at 18 years old. Most boys ran away and fell into the street life, but David wanted better. The boys ended up dead by age 17, David knew his chances of living a prosperous life was slim to none. For a boy like him, life was a gamble. David went to high school during the day and worked at a pizza joint on 11th street in the evenings. Graduating with honors was his goal in hopes to going to a descent college. He worked for this Italian man Named Mr. Moe. Mr. Moe was previously in the mob and grew from a gangster to a family-oriented person. Mr. Moe told David “The Streets will only be friendly when you risk things you cherish, but when Karma comes knocking at your door have your mind made up with your best decision.” David really did not know what Mr. Moe, meant and he never gave out much thought because David knew he was not going out dying to the streets. Being spiritual, but religious, David had moral about himself that he followed; He always told himself never do anything to anyone that can get you hurt or killed tomorrow. HIs average life would change but David had the slightest clue.
By Patsha Ramsey5 years ago in Humans
