fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the lesser known truths in the corporate culture of Journal.
Shoes on a Beach
My shoes were soaked again. Another beautiful beach walk where I could not help but run through the water with my shoes on. Too cold to take them off but nice enough to try; I had ruined so many shoes that way. Who could resist a beach? Not me, whenever I could, I made my way to the golden sand minutes away from my cottage.
Caged and Framed: Part Two
James took the first bus to Aunt Heather's house. It was almost like walking into another world. Where people were once crammed in for a place to sit, cartridges stood and sat two meters apart from each other, and all of them wore facemasks. It was a different world he was used to. He knew everything would be different from the white walls and bars, but nothing like what he saw.
First Dream Date
First Dream Date It had been five years since I had moved back home after Aunt Tammy passed. She had taken me in and raised me after mom passed and I had been grateful. I took it hard when Aunt Tammy died. We were super close. During these five years, I had always had a feeling she was here, watching over me. I knew Aunt Tammy would never hurt me and there was peacefulness and security in that.
Dark Side of the Moon
Sun peaking through the window, I swing my legs around to the side of the bed. Thinking of the song by Too Short, “Gettin It”, I need all the motivation I can muster to get up. It's going to be a long day, but as usual there is no time to complain. Normally the day starts off slow, but I can feel the storm brewing, which makes me think of another one of my favorite songs on my playlist “Quiet Storm” by Mobb Deep. I'm a merchandiser for Dr Pepper so I usually get through the day by throwing my headphones on and getting to work. Since I have all these songs already in my head, it’s time to put on my playlist. I get out my car to go inside my first store, and it's some weird dust in the air almost like pollen. Anyway, I don't pay it any real attention because it’s time to get to work. First song to start the grind is “Push it” by Rick Ross, my everyday selection to get my mind right for the day ahead.
The Courtship of Ollie's Mother
Sticky clumps of Play-Doh smack the floor all bug-splat smushy. It’s funny, and it's fun. Makes Ollie chuckle. What's keeping Marcella? Josephine's fingers tap her thighs.
The Communist Trolls Guide to Understanding the American Minimum Wage
The amount of confusion about a simple issue like minimum wage is astonishing. I don't know how many people in the real world are confused about minimum wage, but many folks on Quora have very bizarre ideas. There are a lot of very simple questions about minimum wage with a lot of wrong answers.
Validation And Verification Of Meals Security Management Measures
In fall 2004, FSIS updated its coverage and procedures for reviewing state inspection programs, together with the new FSIS Manual for State Meat and Poultry Inspection Program Reviews that additional strengthened testing and coaching necessities. FSIS issued an Interim Report in June 2005 which discovered that state inspection programs are “at least equal to” federal inspection. This review information continues to demonstrate that state inspection programs are highly effective and supply shoppers with a wholesome, unadulterated food product that's correctly labeled and safe.
The Black Notebook
Aaron lay on his pillows with his eyes shut tight. He lay there imagining her cold arm draped across his chest. Then grabbing the sheets imagining it was her hair. The closer he held, the heavier gravity's weight dropped in his chest. As his chest closed in, his throat began to gasp for air convulsively. Breathing heavily, Aaron abruptly grabbed his book and read aloud, "Come to me all who are weary and burdened, come to me all who are weary and burdened." He folded his heavy hands and repeated the phrase until the shadows from the walls lifted from his room. As the clouds lifted, billions of stars nauseatingly appeared. He slowly passed out, overtaken by the light.
9 Myths About Writing That Will Make You Roll Your Eyes
If you are a writer, you have heard one of these myths at least once, in one form or another. Maybe you even believed them to be true. I know I did. Thankfully, writing taught me a lot, so here’s my debunking of them.
Preakness By Leslie Dunn Knock. Knock. “Housekeeping!” She waited 5… 4… 3… 2- “Come back tomorrow!” a raspy voice cried out.
My Sweet Leavette
… And there I was, seeing her gleam, my dear old friend, waiting for me with such joy and relief. Blissfully enamored with life once again, I could feel it as if were my own feelings. I had a purpose after all. If I had not waited, I would’ve turned into dust. Missing the only opportunity to feel truly alive. I almost gave up. It really seemed that one else in this world was pure enough, gentle, or even selfless as she had been to fulfill my mission. Everything, simply everything I represent would’ve been lost and I would’ve never experienced such ecstasy in life. Oh life…
A loud knock woke me up. I walked to see who it was; my best friend, Mike, of thirty years, holding a package left behind by the mailman. I grabbed my mail. It was too early. I didn't want to see anyone today, "Don't touch my mail." Mike just ignored me, headed to the kitchen to grab a mocha in the fridge.