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.'

Sisi's Perfect Story
“Look at them, they’re all so beautiful. I don’t see why anyone would choose me when they could have one of them,” the little black book sighed as she eyed the others.
By Steffy Bee6 years ago in Families
The Mysterious Happenings of Horne Mansion
14-December-1924 I was at my desk in my apartment in London when I heard a knock at the door, I was not expecting any visitors and, as tempted as I was to pretend I was not at home, I answered it, “Is this the apartment home of Julius Priest?”
By Janae Messerly6 years ago in Families
Odyssey of the Heart
“I can’t believe you are here! How was the drive? Come in! How did this happen?” The torrent of words flowed past her unheeded as their eyes met, two pairs of quiet blue eyes locked for an eternity. She waited… there! A small twitch on one side of his mouth, a ghost of a smile and she knew he remembered. Dropping to her knees, she opened her arms. He took a few steps forward and rested his head on her shoulder as she wrapped him in a gentle embrace and cried.
By Sherri Barsy6 years ago in Families
Farm Secrets
I spent my first 24 years on a tiny 4 acre farm in between woods on the Key Peninsula in Washington state. The farm held our yellow farmhouse, vegetable fields, and pens for our several chickens, pigs, and bunnies. This farm is just a blip in the world, but it was an accomplice to a dark and terrible family secret. My name is Eva Little and this is my story.
By Lis6 years ago in Families
Discreetly Rooted In Concrete
Family will always be there for you. Until they are no longer able. Inevitable miseries; as their body disables. Sienna stepped out of the lecture hall after her class at University. She was finished Sociology for the day. The muggy heat of summer made school awful.
By Tiernan Blair-Mitchell6 years ago in Families
The Missing Journals
‘Do you wanna get something from the shop?’ Sian asked her mum. ‘Yeh, I do actually. What, we walking there?’ Sian’s mum replied ‘Yup’ Sian replied in a slight huff.
By Shanice6 years ago in Families
Butterfly Key
On a warm spring day, a baby girl was born at a local hospital in Houston, Texas, to a lovely couple, Jack and Amber. They named the baby, Michelle. Soon the couple went home with their beautiful little girl. The parents loved and nurtured her. They were a close-knit family. After several weeks, Jack returned to work as a high school geometry teacher. Amber, however, did not return to her job as a childcare worker at a local daycare facility. Both parents agreed that she should stay at home with their little girl for a few years.
By DELON DELAFOSSE6 years ago in Families
A Moment in Time in our Village
Sitting in the kitchen with my family, I see their mouths moving, but I can't hear a thing. Did I survive, or am I dead? I realize my pants are wet. Good, I'm alive. Embarrassed, I cover myself with my hands.
By Patricia Rosa6 years ago in Families
Honey I'm Serious!
"Follow your mother! Ellie, where are your gloves?!" Dad with practiced experience quickly begins to ransack the minivan as mom herded the little toddlers towards the pathway leading to the small pond.
By Charles Johnson6 years ago in Families
What He Was Meant To Do
“You really should join us full time.” Art pushed his plate away as he and Cole finished their meal. “No thanks Art” replied Cole. “My life right now is pretty good”.
By Peggy Terry6 years ago in Families
Risley
CHAPTER 1 My name is Risley. I am 4. And I am rich. CHAPTER 2 Today is my birthday and today I got five cards with my name written inside all of them. I know what my name looks like so I know they were for me. R-I-S-L-E-Y. I got one from Grandad, one from Nan and Pop, one from Aunty V, one from Weird Uncle Bruise, and one from Mrs Grundypants from next door. I don’t think that’s her real name but that’s what my dad calls her. And in each card was paper money, except for the one from Weird Uncle Bruise. His card said, “Seasons Greetings” and was stuck to a jar of pickles. I don’t know what “season” or “greetings” mean, but I do know that I don’t like pickles.
By Jay Clark6 years ago in Families
Pen & Book
Pen & Book The window was open. Fresh air blew through the house and brought a welcome sense of nature to the stuffy old dump even though there was a distinct chill in the air. Penelope finished her cup of cocoa and sat back, taking in the withered face of her great aunt. She sat on the other side of the table sipping her tea and looking appraisingly down her nose at Penelope.
By Peter Kelsey6 years ago in Families