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
It’s time to go, and I can’t find it anywhere. I’ve looked in the place of hidden things, just like she said but, I can’t find it anywhere. My mind has been in shambles ever since that day, that dreadful day. It wasn’t my fault-almost breaking down as she rummages through a hidden drawer at the bottom of her bedroom closet. “There were too many......”, suddenly there is a loud knock at her front door, startled, Myra slightly closes the drawer in her bedroom closet, before closing the closet door completely shut. “I’m coming, just a minute”. Myra checked her make-up, and hair before running to the door. “Who is it”, as she looked through the peek hole to see who it was. “It’s Zack......baby, open the door”. Myra quickly unlatched the chain from the door, before turning the deadbolt and unlocking the bottom lock to her door knob. Before Myra could open the door completely Zach barges in, and without a proper greeting he walks over to Myra’s white Italian leather sofa and throws his black tweed jacket on the arm of the sofa, walks over to the bar in her living room and pours himself a shot of brandy. Myra walks over towards the bar looking a bit out of sorts and motions for Zach to pour her a drink. Zach slowly pours the drink for Myra and then asked “So, what were you doing before I came, you look out of sorts”. Myra stood in silence as Zach poured her drink, thinking about where she could have hidden the little black book. “Myra”, said Zach as he snapped his fingers in front of her face in order to grab her attention, before handing her the shot of brandy. Myra startled, jumping slightly, before coming back to reality and slowly reaching for the shot of brandy. “You were some where else, huh?” Zach said, as he gently guided Myra over to the Italian white leather sofa. “What’s on your mind”, asked Zach as he patted the sofa next to where he was sitting, so that Myra can sit next to him. Myra was unusually quiet as she sat down on the sofa in the spot Zach had reserved for her. Myra sat wondering, if she trusted Zach enough to tell him her secrets. Myra had only known Zach for about three months, so she wasn’t sure if she trusted him enough with her family secrets. “Nothing much, just the usual work stuff”, smirking uncomfortably at Zach, “you know how that is”, said Myra. “Oh, yeah I definitely get that”, said Zach as he began to gently stroke her hair. Myra turned her head slightly towards the coffee table that was placed in front of the sofa in order to reach for a “Better Homes” magazine, and Zach slowly moved his hand back and began to stroke his well groomed beard and then talking about his work day. Zach was fine, about six feet, five inches, gorgeous hazel eyes, muscles everywhere, and a nice, well toned physique. I on the other hand was five nine, medium length hair and an average body type. I often wondered what he saw in me, but I can tell he liked me, sorta, because he always made time for me, even when he was exhausted and tired from working at his busy real estate firm. Yesssssss, he owns his own real estate firm. I really lucked up this time, and I don’t want to ruin it with all of the lies I had to tell. My family really needed that $20,000 at the time, and I can’t afford to pay it back right now. There can be no more casualties, because of me, because of my lies. Myra lost in her thoughts again, didn’t hear when Zach asked if She was ready to go. “Huh, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you”...... “what was that” said Myra, before Zach repeated himself, “are you ready to go?”.......”our reservations are at 8:00, and you know how I feel about being late!” We spoke in unison as we said his favorite line, “to be early is to be on time, and to be on time, is to be late”. We giggled as he got up from the sofa and reached out for my hand, so that he could help me from off of the sofa. “I’ll be right back” I said to Zach as I walked to my foyer in order to grab a light jacket from the closet. Although, it was spring, there was still a light chill in the air. As I opened the closet door and attempted to turn on the light, I felt something break underneath my shoe, as I looked down, I noticed that it was a piece of glass from the light bulb that had broken inside of the closet. I looked up at the ceiling in the closet, but it was to dark to see anything, besides my jacket. I reached for the jacket and figured I could change the light bulb when I returned home from dinner. I grabbed the beige jacket and slammed the closet door shut. Zach yelled out ”Is everything okay?” I said “everything is fine” as I walked towards the front door. Zach walked outside of my apartment and waited patiently as I locked the door. Zach reached for my hand as we walked towards his 2021 BMW 4 Series. I had never been with a man who had so much class, but had a bad boy edge to him that couldn’t be denied. Zach pulled up in front of the Giuseppe & Sons Italian restaurant and had one of the valet park his car. As we entered the restaurant, the first thing that I noticed was the large bar area and pictures lining the walls, most likely telling a story of the restaurant owners Italian history. We were seated on the basement level of the restaurant, in an elegant plush Capri velvet inspired booth, that looked as if could seat three other couples comfortably, but it was just he and I that night, on the basement level of the beautiful Giuseppe & Sons restaurant. At first, I hadn’t noticed that we were the only ones there, because I was mesmerized by his eyes and the way he could articulate his words in such a way that if you hadn’t paid attention in school, you’d feel as though you were in kindergarten all over again. Suddenly, there was a loud and robust laugh, from a familiar voice, a voice I hadn’t heard since I was a small child, while living with my parents in that small two bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. Before I could turn to see who it was, Zach jumped up and grabbed the mans hands and pulled him in for a deep embrace, if I weren’t mistaken, I could have sworn I saw him give the man something, while whispering something in his ear. The man then walked off as suddenly as he appeared and I was left to wonder, what the exchange was about. Not long after the man with the robust laugh had left our drinks had arrived, and I once again was trapped in the delicate eyes of Mr. Zach Lucchese.
By Rasheda EL-Bullock5 years ago in Humans
... and the angel departed ...
MAMA B’AR AND LUTHIFER PERRY COUNTY, KENTUCKY Fall 1930 Sometimes, a lucky break can open up opportunities and brighten horizons for everyone touched by the rays of that lucky sun. Other times, it can merely confer power on an unworthy person who lacks compassion, allowing her to dominate, control, and destroy the destinies of others.
By Steve Savage5 years ago in Humans
Finders Keepers
Who knew waiting at the bar for my call in order would change my life. As I waited patiently I over here these two beautiful sisters talking about their sexcapades. The shorter one with the cute pixie cut dug her hand into her purse and pulled out a Little Black Book. She said, “This is the Book of Life!!” Every man I’ve ever been with is in this book.” I’m naive. I my 26 years of life I’ve only had 2 partners. I can’t even give them a grade because who do I have to compare them to. I’m thinking to myself why would someone keep a record of that type of information and why would a woman have such a book?I can easily see a man keeping such records.
By Karen English 5 years ago in Humans
The Miracle Book
“LaSalle & Clark is next” came the voice over the loud speaker of the train Lisa was riding to work. She gathered her backpack and stood up. The train came to a stop and Lisa followed others getting off at LaSalle & Clark. Today was Tuesday, 3 days from payday and 3 days from the stress of knowing that her paycheck would not cover the amount of bills that needed to be paid.
By Maria Williams-Bell5 years ago in Humans
What Happened?
I have to start in the middle of the story. I can’t start at the beginning because 1. I can’t remember it; 2. you wouldn’t like me; or 3. I am under a top-secret oath not to tell you. Unfortunately, this is now my life. If you ask me a question, three immediate answers pop into my slightly damaged brain. Maybe I have always been this way or maybe this is new. I really can’t remember farther than about a month ago. That’s when I woke up, in a hospital, with amnesia. Or at least, that’s what they tell me. Here’s what I know or what I think I know.
By Shari Bera5 years ago in Humans
"Cortado"
She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. She never could smell the kind aroma that constantly filled the air around her throughout the work day. But as the end of another grueling shift concluded, she would slowly begin to recognize the grounds of coffee microscopically floating in the air. Her silent partner in staying awake from dawn until dusk. They too were now off the clock and her work for the day was finally over.
By Fabricating Fiction5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Now I got myself out some jams before but this one was not what it seemed to be. Sitting in the Governor's office wondering why I placed that bet in the first place. The moment she sit down I knew I needed something to drink before she had the opportunity to sit. I reached for the needed quench anyway. Sensation of thrust was more now, then it once was. Knocking over the water and remembering nothing of how the glass was filled. And at that same time suddenly everything washed over me. 7:00 am starting the week like any other day, didn't wanna move out of the position I was laying in bed. Crouching over the side of the bed leaning forward to raise, slowly got dressed and there after, morning routine. I find my friends Little Black Book outside my house in the yard, "paying no never mind" Picking the book up, Och a paper cut? With force, I through the book into my car. Planning to return the book on the work site. My friend Cory has changed over the years he's shown distance but nothing to worry about. Whenever I asked, showing concern he tells me he's okay. Coming up to the job site it escapes me on the way to the restroom. He finds me, tells me that he was even looking for his book. Letting him know I have the book outside in my car. After work on my way home, I noticed the book was still there it must have got away from both of us. Sitting in my house reading the newspaper noticing its so many people capable of winning the lottery. Slamming the newspaper down I wondered for a moment what it would be like to win, additionally was the lottery fixed. Feeling discouraged, I opened the Little Black Book it cuts me again where the blood splatter drops I noticed he has hit the lottery, a couple times! Also glanced where he had already written numbers for the picking. I quickly shut the book and put it down depriving my thoughts from finishing the plan that develops as quickly as I read the numbers. Sleeping was hard knowing that it is a way to live better, the next morning my mind still pressed on the numbers in the book. I succumb in to the plan that unraveled in my weakest moment. I return the book to Cory and for a moment I paused waiting for a second of guilt, there wasn't any just a thanks. I guess I needed that guilt for spending my money, taking a chance on them numbers. I do not believe in the lottery but this can help take me out of this financial funk. I felt like the day was just another day and this job was work once again, only slower. On my way home listening to the radio the lottery numbers where playing. Thinking to myself he's been in my car listening the lottery numbers. Taking the ticket out of my pocket seeing what I played. The winning numbers matched! Now why am I sitting in the governor's office with sweaty palms. The Governor wanted to congratulate me on the winning lottery pick also to inform that only one ticket in the state to do so. 500,000,000 grand prize winner. I didn't know how to feel. Waking up in the hospital thinking it was all a dream, it wasn't I fainted! My friend sitting there puzzle and I'm wondering what he's gonna do because a the moment I'm handicap! Shaking hands seeing people I don't normally see had me dizzy. It's official my life had literally changed over night. This doesn't happen to people like me. I didn't appreciate my life I barley called my mom or anyone for that matter. Cory walks back in after everyone leaves and slugs me. I agree. I had that coming, then he shakes my hand and tells me you owe me, responding shaking my head to agree. He leans toward me and whispers in my ear be careful of what you wish for, the book is not a regular book you see what you want to see inside. He places the book on my chest and tells me keep this book on you wherever you go. I noticed a tear from his face fell on my arm, on his way out the hospital room he tells me be careful and you owe me, this time with a smile. I shout to him, "call me later". Leaving the hospital feeling like nothing's changed. Checking my phone voice mail prompted out my messages informs me my friend Cory has been in a car accident. On my way home walking up to the front door a letter shows half way outside from the entrance. Taking the letter and reading,
By Terrance Jackson5 years ago in Humans
My Destiny I Win
Wow, I want you to gather closely as I spin this tale that of how a magical gift found its way to me. Not in its normal fashion but just the same this gift was bestowed upon me and it lights the fire to many many more wonderful gifts that are in the wake. Wishing and praying for a miracle to win a lottery, a chance at the slots, or just some type of commuppance to ease the strife of making ends meet. But with many attempts the miracle ceased to exist for me. I tried day in and day out but nothing materialized. Let's not forget for one second that luck hardly found its way to me. But there was an ember that always stayed lit that whispered you are destined. Never in one million years did I ever believe that my ship would come in such an unorthodox way. I was strolling through a park in my area and I tired from walking and came upon a bench that urged me to take a seat and catch my breath. I did so and to my surprise was a lovely mole skinned little black book. Before I even touched it I looked all around to see if anyone misplaced it and was returning to retreive it. I sat there for what seems like forever but it was only about an hour. I left a note on the bench with my cell number, and implicit instructions to call and contact me if they lost something personal and special. No one returned so I prayed on it and decided that I must now be the new rightful owner. I will give it two weeks and if no one calls then I will feel satisfied that I am the new owner, and whatever the little black book contains now will be mine. Two weeks seemed like decades and I almost forgot I still had the book. It took me some time to gather the courage to open an and then look inside to see what lies within the pages. I imagined a whole host of things. From telephone numbers of the rich and famous to poems of love to something so valuable that that had to be passed on from person to person to enrich their lives for a short period of time. Magic exists as long as we believe in it and when it's your turn to experience it's wonderful guise to explore and enjoy the ride. I arrived home at about 3:30 p.m. and I still have yet to open the book. Something inside me told me that I would know the exact moment when I should gaze upon the pages of the little black book I found in the park. It's been well over two weeks and the book lies exactly where I put it on my bookshelf. In fact it remained there for three and half months. It was a very strange day for me and it was one of those day where nothing goes right. It was like luck was not on my side no matter what I did. Depressed I decided to make a nice cup of hot tea and grab a book to read I needed to change my mood and books always sparked a light of discovery within me. I was drawn to the almost forgotten little black book. I finally was ready to gaze upon its contents. In doing so something wonderful came over me. there were implicit instuctions of what I must do to win $20,000. I figured what the worst that could happen I could lose. I followed the instructions to the letter. I went to my neighborhood store and played the numbers I was instructed to play on the day, I was instructed to play it and the rest was in God's hands. The next day I checked the number and I won. A difference a day makes I want to thank that Angel who left me a gift. It came at a time that I needed it and had the ability to appreciate it. Thank you little black book I am forever indebted to you. Now it's my turn to pay it forward and leave a little black book with a blessing for someone else who needs one. I will always remember this gift and the story behind it. I will share this Story and experience with my children and hope that they will share it with their children. A legacy in the making that was started by a "Little Black Book"
By Diane Morris5 years ago in Humans
Shali’s Closet. Top Story - January 2021.
“It should really be easier, than this.” Shali’s heartbeat began to quicken slightly. She could feel the tension setting into her jaw, and the silence of the inside of her closet becoming louder. This was panic, right? Had to be. Panic must be setting in. Or sheer frustration, at the minimum. Less because of the severity of the situation, and more because of how undone Shali was letting herself become over something so trivial...
By Shivani // शिवानी5 years ago in Humans
