fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about our family dynamics, traditions, and if there's such thing as a 'perfect family.'
What Money Could Buy
In the year 1983 in the month of Christmas, the earth is stifled by the running bodies inhabiting the city of Moreton. Going heads of the crowded city move in unison as the industrial corporate buildings stay put and towering over them. A tenant of one of the towering buildings is me, 23-year-old Rebecca Norrys gloomily watching the uncoordinated city contributing its part to the economy. I have already contributed my part as I sit watching the city with completed task and 200 forwarded files and emails. I then shift my posture to then keep a stern eye on the clock as the minute hand goes by and time gets closer to the end of my shift. My antisocial like aura feels the office floor almost instantly and fifteen minutes starts to feel like dreadful hours.
By Jamerick Morrell5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
I was running one day. And as I was running. I noticed a little black notebook on the ground. As I looked down the little black notebook began to open up on its own turning page by page. As I got closer to reached down to grab the notebook, In midair the small black notebook flew away. I ran fast to catch up with the mystery notebook. And the book fell to the ground again. I stood over the little black notebook and the pages of the notebook began to turn again. 20 pages in all One by One the pages turned.
By Veronica Bellamy5 years ago in Families
Just One Wish
Jesse hated his life… He decided this as he laid in his bed, staring at the dark ceiling above him. He could hear his parents arguing downstairs. He didn’t even know why his dad was still here. He’d dropped Jesse off over an hour ago, but came inside to talk to his mom. They were arguing about money. They always argued about money. Jesse’s dad no longer lived hhere.
By Destinee Davis5 years ago in Families
A House Made of Stars
It was ten years since Estelle came back to her grandfather’s house, her house. She was now older, much more accomplished and on her way to becoming a world renowned astronomer. But every time she thought about going back to that house, she couldn’t help but turn back into the little girl she was inside, allowing herself to feel vulnerable and lonely.
By Karolina Chojnowska 5 years ago in Families
Dear Tio Hector
My Abuelo Lucas would make the most intense faces whenever he cooked. He would make angry faces that meant he was satisfied and happy faces told he was unhappy with a particular element or flavor. The smell of onions frying and peppers baking would fill the home so deeply you could smell whatever was cooked in my hair, even the day after. He would raise his wooden spatula into the air, fanning around the aromas, absorbing them right out of the air. I would ask why not just sniff them out of the pot, but he said never to do that. He explained how the smells from the pot are much too intense and may manipulate your nose. "Always gather your aromas from the air," he would say in his broken English.
By Thalia Bello5 years ago in Families
Aunt Deb's House
It’s never easy to search through a house filled with a lifetime of adventures one item at a time. Especially when it is someone you thought you knew only to learn they lived so much more than anyone else could have imagined. It was such a daunting task to comb through layer after layer of a now soulless home. It wasn’t as though Andrew didn’t have enough going on already. Life has a funny way of throwing curve balls at those who tend to have a little rougher road than most. There is almost a strange feeling to see his great aunt’s name fully written on every letter, bill, plaque, and gift over the years. She was always just Aunt Deb to him and he never questioned what she did before the grays began to creep in and wrinkles took their hold.
By Ben Reigle5 years ago in Families
Something Amazing Happened To Meagan
The blistering sun was beaming at her face when she woke up and looked around her. Fiercely shaking, she could not feel her face! It was completely numb from the wintry weather. She glanced in the rearview mirror and spotted her frostnip nose. She felt ruined and defeated that morning. Her body was sore from sleeping in the car. It was not just another bad day for her; it was one of the awfullest moments in her life. To make matters worse, stranded outside her motel room. She had left her key inside the room and had tried calling every number that was available to her.
By Maritza Alston5 years ago in Families
When One Door Closes
I have never liked getting the mail. The trek out of my house, down the walkway, across the street to the metal box to retrieve ads and bills has always felt like more work than it is worth. Today, though, my mother called. The check was delivered. I needed to get off my lazy butt and go and fetch it.
By Brittany Teemant5 years ago in Families
