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.
French Love Letters
By Stephen McClure On a crisp October afternoon, I was sitting on a bench beside the pond in Zenpukuji Park, admiring the gold and crimson leaves shimmering against a blue sky. The water reflected autumn like a moving tapestry. I sipped canned coffee and breathed in the cool air.
By imtiazalam28 days ago in Humans
The Night I Opened My Door — And Everything Changed
The knock came at 11:43 p.m. I remember the time because I had just checked my phone, hoping for a message that was never going to arrive. The apartment was quiet in that heavy way only lonely spaces can be. The refrigerator hummed. The clock ticked. My tea had gone cold beside me — a habit lately.
By imtiazalam28 days ago in Humans
The Ghost in the Phone
There is a specific frequency to silence. It's not the quiet of an empty room. It's the quiet of a connection that is open but unanswered. It's the hum of the line after the music stops, when the system says, "All representatives are busy," and then just… lets you hang there.
By Edward Smithabout a month ago in Humans
System Failure
The email arrived at 2:14 AM. I know the time because I wasn't sleeping. I was refreshing. There is a specific kind of insomnia that comes when you are waiting for a system to decide your future. You wake up at odd hours. You check the phone. You check the spam folder. You check the junk.
By Edward Smithabout a month ago in Humans
My Call Is Important
You don't see it until you hit it. That's the thing about modern systems. They look like open doors. They look like pathways. The website is clean, the buttons are bright, the language is welcoming. Apply Now. Get Started. Join Us. It feels like invitation.
By Edward Smithabout a month ago in Humans
Please Stay on the Line
The phone rang on a Tuesday. I knew who it was before I looked at the screen. The bank. It had been ringing for three days. Same time. Same number. I let it go to voicemail the first two times. On the third day, I answered.
By Edward Smithabout a month ago in Humans
