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.'
How it began
Jackson was born into a family that really didn't have anything but his father always taught him to help others over himself. So when Jackson’s sister got sick he did everything he could to make sure she got better he began working nonstop making an extra money he could get his hands on. Then the impossible happened and his sister started getting better and for a few weeks the world was bliss. But just like everything in Jackson’s life it was about to get really really bad. Jackson’s dad went to work one night and never returned. Their family called the police and they searched and searched but never found him. Six years later on the eve of Jackson's twentieth birthday his life was about to take a very interesting turn.
By Taegen C. Walton6 years ago in Families
Polly's Surprise
Polly’s Surprise By Melissa Saari Grace went out the door to check the mail. Her German Shepherd, Virgo, followed her outside, and when she pulled a package out of the mailbox, Virgo gave a surprised yelp when he saw that it wasn’t an envelope. Grace gave a sound of surprise too, the moment she saw the package was mailed from Aunt Polly.
By Melissa Saari6 years ago in Families
The Provider
The screeches, squeals and screams of a two year old child from the adjoining room permeated the tranquility of an extremely rare, individual shower. The warm water cascaded down shoulders and arms, thicker than a few years before with muscles strong from carrying, holding and cuddling her beautiful child. Claw marks from tiny nails and a clear outline of a toothy jaw, a bite from a game gone a bit too far, was bruising a lovely yellow with green around the edges on her chin. She was so shocked when it happened, the tiny creature giggling as he clenched his jaw shut tightly, tears of pain springing to her eyes. She let out a scream and tried to pull the little thing off her, causing more giggles and an even tighter grip. The fingers raked down her chin as she tickled under the boy's arms, finally causing the jaw to release.
By Laura Carter6 years ago in Families
In Case I’m Not Here
From a moment I thought we would be together forever. As I thought maybe in matrimony that from anybody being sick would survive anything. I mean when my mom was married to my father and she got cancer she survived. They both survived in fact. When he had that heart attack a few years ago she strengthened them back to health. They were still together even after I left college. I didnt realize that I , me, would be burying my best friend, my lover, my cherish tree ( because he was tall and can touch the tree ) Out of all people... why him? I suppose to be dead . Not him. I’m the one who had cancer and he got me my strength back and was working to the bone to keep us all in order. I dont understand nor I cannot fathom this situation.
By Erica Williams6 years ago in Families
Black Raven
The snow falling since early morning was slowly transforming the view from her window. A white blanket of fluff covering the branches, the hedges and the street created a dreamlike scenery. Her gaze was fixed on the dancing snowflakes, she felt numb and tired. The knocking sound coming from the door brought Daniella’s attention back to her one-bedroom appartement. She glanced around, feeling unsure about whether she would be answering. Her eyes were puffy and red, she was not expecting anyone, and she was certainly not in the mood for company. The visitor kept knocking, insistent. She slowly made her way to the door, opening it to find a stranger standing before her. He immediately shoved a letter towards her, turned on his heels and headed towards the staircase leading back down to the front door. No hello, no goodbye, quite rude she thought.
By Sonia Langlois6 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
As Cashmere picked up the small package, she looked around and wondered who could have left it at the entrance of her townhouse. Tucking it under her arm, she unlocked the door, entered and placed it with the daily mail and her keys on the kitchen counter. Removing her layered clothing on the way to her bedroom, she wanted a hot shower to wash away the tension of the day from her body and mind after working eight hours as a claims adjuster for CitiData. Toweled-dried and feeling somewhat refreshed, she wrapped her body in a soft robe, then poured herself a glass of wine and sat on one of the cushioned bar stools at the counter.
By Vanderlyn Hamilton Davis6 years ago in Families
