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.'
“Bye, Timmy,” giggled Amy in a high pitched voice. “I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget to work on your music homework. “
The First Riverview Avenue Bench
Originally posted May 8, 2020 on my blog, Penz-O-Paula I was still reeling from the big six-zero birthday on the 4th, and decided I needed a fun distraction. Here it is.
It was the utter lack of heat that had been the worst bit, Abigail thinks as she leans against her wall with the glass tumbler pressed against her ear. It had been an awful year, she thinks. Talk about an understatement. Half the world’s population was wiped out almost overnight by Covid-25.
Teens today: The ongoing racism in society
Now let me just tell you this. First, the amount of racism that is still happening in this world is atrocious! The teen world is crazy; we are surrounded by social media platforms that make it so easy for other people to make hateful comments without being identified. We are also in a confined space at school where some people decide it’s ok to say racist things. Now, this isn’t the case everywhere but it’s so common. Is this issue really being addressed?
The Little Pirate in the Tower
The sky was as grey as Eloise felt, with thick gray clouds growing pregnant with the threat of an incoming storm. She’d been cordoned off to the small space of the museum’s attic, as a soiree rumbled below her feet like she knew the thunder would soon. She bundled up under a woolen blanket, preparing herself to see cracks of lightning across the great Atlantic.
Where the Sun Meets the Water
The sun set beyond the horizon and twilight was approaching over the open ocean. The remaining rays of light left streaks of orange in the sky, the water now darker than a denim blue. The contrast appeared to create a line on the horizon, broken only by the silhouetted mass of the schooner one mile ahead. The pointed heads of the sails created a peak in the line, resembling the graph of a man's heartbeat in his dying breath.
The Fabulous Table Lady Of Atlantic City Part 2
“Is that a motorized operating table?” As the police car rushed up the boardwalk Kate B, my mother, pulled me out of the way. Just moments before, we had been treated to an array of entertainment featuring a lineup of the strangest performers I had ever seen, the centerpiece of the whole enterprise being the Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City who was leading a group disco dance as she lay stomach down and limbless on a medical table while playing a Casio organ with her tongue.
Bringing Big Pete Home
“What do you mean ‘How’s Mom?’ She’s still dying Peter, that’s how she is.” Peter winced at his sister’s barking tone. He should have known better than to call Jessica. He never knew what to say to her, but he always knew it would be exactly wrong. Still, he had to try to make a connection with her; he needed to get someone from the family on his side.
Happily Never After
This was it. I was finally getting married. I couldn’t believe it! It was my big day. I had to pull an arm and a leg to get my boyfriend to propose. I had to pay off $30,000 of student debt just so he’d pull out a ring and get down on one knee.
That Ship Has Sailed
She sat in the clinic sobbing, struggling to catch her breath. Julie had just told her husband that she was finally pregnant three days ago. They were both so happy. She even waited 2 weeks until she couldn't bare to keep her bubbling elation a secret any longer. Julie wanted to make sure it was safe, before she told James about the baby. Last time nearly destroyed them.
One day, long ago, a little boy made a little sailing boat out of an old wooden shoe, using a piece of old cloth as a sail.
Heart of Hearts
My heart is promised to be stoned—frozen for eternity. I still find myself trying to love. I find myself searching for the maybes in my story.