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 Reckoning
The yellow flames swirled around the blackening embers. They intertwined as they engulfed the coal completely. Fred’s eyes were fixed on the dancing flames as he mused, sipping his tea in his armchair. After Salim’s death that night, he had known the story was not over. He had anticipated consequences. He had warned the others. Then the first note came some days later. It was followed by another. Then another. In the month after Salim’s death five notes altogether had been posted to them. Fred had waited for the impending knock on the door from the police.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Humans
The Reckoning
Ashraf sat at his desk. Through the open window, the setting sun’s gold rays danced across his laptop, casting an orange hue over everything they touched. He glanced outside where the children and Saira were crouched, playing in the garden. A gentle breeze blew across the open expanse. The thin blades of grass wavered in the wind.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Humans
The Reckoning
Greg sat still in the train. He stared out, his eyes focused on the green hills which rolled into each other as the rain lashed against the glass window. Rain burst forth from the black clouds. It felt like the biting wind from outside had cascaded into the train carriage. Greg shivered. His right hand tightened around the lapels of his long black coat as he wrapped it close to his body.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Humans
The I.M.
I rest my elbow on the windowsill. It’s pouring outside, and my screen is open. I wish I could go outside. But the invisible bars are keeping me in. Actually, there are no invisible bars, but I’d rather not go outside. The invisible monster is devouring humanity. Sounds crazy, huh? The crazier thing is, some people think they are invincible (well, the young ones are) and some invite it without realizing it. When I look through the window, the streets are deserted despite how cool they are.
By Phoenix C.6 years ago in Humans
Covid Chaos Chronicles, Story 1
The alarm startles me. It’s 6 a.m., the usual time, but this morning I am extra tired. What day is it? Tuesday, Wednesday? They all have bled together. Why do I still dream about being back in high school? I can’t find my locker as usual. Ah, it’s Wednesday, I’m working from home today. The 40-minute drive can now be replaced with three or four snooze button presses. Thank you snooze button! It hasn’t always been like this, my job didn’t allow for any ability to work from home. But times are different now and here I am, all I have to do is walk across the hallway into the “office.” Actually, a bedroom with a desk in it. At least I have a window in this office. Now what do I do?
By J. A. Lemongello6 years ago in Humans
Happily Never After
As a little girl Mya always dreamed of her happily ever after to be just like Disney’s Beauty and the Beast and Cinderella. Disney movies were Mya’s saving grace as a child! Even though they weren’t real, they were real enough for her at eight years old. Mya never really had much to smile about. It was always home, church, school, and repeat.
By Marie Stlouis6 years ago in Humans
Chosen
There once was a time when magic was well known. A place where everyone got along and embraced the differences of others. The king of the land was of the human race for the last fifty years. He was kind to all his subjects and treated everyone fairly. Except for two people, his daughters. He treated them as if they were the gods above. So if it was known that someone had hurt them, the king would put them on trial.
By Katelyn Rocan6 years ago in Humans
