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.'

He Gave Us Comfort Even After Death
All lives end. They must. It's part of the cycle of life. But that doesn't mean we like it, or accept it. Losing people is hard. It never gets easier. Not even when you know it's coming. It's hard to say which is more cruel, sudden loss, or the known terminal spiral to death.
By Pam Reeder5 years ago in Families
The Long Thaw
At first, Collin's body felt rigid, as if he was suddenly thrust through by a frozen rapier. Gentle sunrays that once penetrated the darkness of the water gradually dissipated from his sight, and as the glacial water enveloped him, he plummeted deeper, helplessly, ensnared by its gelid embrace.
By Nollie McCain5 years ago in Families
The Art of Weaving Beauty
Trent and Isabel Miller fidgeted nervously in their seats. How is everyone so calm? - thought Izzy. I want to explode! I think I’m going to be sick…
By Angie Allanby5 years ago in Families
Just Peach'n
When he got the tree it was just a whimsical whisp Of a twig Maybe a few leafs on a stem protruding From a bag of dirt. He had a notion that if he was able to cultivate Is this tree correctly And coax it to produce.
By Jason Lee5 years ago in Families
As Long As I Remember
It’s not like it was unexpected. I saw it coming a mile away. Hell, ten miles if I’m honest. There was some shock of course. A loss like that will always flatten everything around it but to say I wasn’t prepared and waiting for it would be completely untrue.
By Simon King 5 years ago in Families
A Beacon of Hope
When you see the color green, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Do you think of what it represents or symbolizes? Do you think of a traffic light and how the green light signals that it is time to move forward?
By A. LaRae5 years ago in Families
One May Morning
Listen close as I tell you dear the story of how we got you here. I can still remember that night like it only happened last. The way that it sits in my memory bank as if its the only thing worthy of being cashed. I knew it was a moment I'd want to last, indulge me now as I reminisce on my past. It was early but of course I had not slept. I was so busy waiting I never would've dreamt. The entire day prior I walked thru the halls my heart racing fast like the runners on track. For just outside the gym is where it would be, he would hand me a flier yellow as can bee and whisper to me that there was something I just NEEDED to sea. We agreed to meet just him and me while the world was still asleep. When I went home that night all I could think was how beautiful our lives are meant to be. As the sun filled my bedroom with light, the excitement I had grew just as bright. I went down stairs brewed some water with lime it was all I could think to do with my time. I was hoping he might jog or even act like he was being chased by a dog, I swear I should have logged all the plays my mind made as an attempt to force the wait to fade. Reality began to shift as I noticed his silhouette approach my frosted window bay. I look at my bed once more for it still made from the day before. He ever so gently lifted the glass pane up, and out of the way he smiled so great with his teeth taking up his entire face in a fashion elegant enough to take my breathe away. It was at this place I was able to recognize what they mean by declaring fate. For there was no other way to describe how lovely he made that wonderful day in May. Without even saying a word and in a kind of strange way he was able to make me feel safe. More so even now the easiest way to take all of my pain away is one simple grin from that admirable man I met in my school days. As we walked thru the grass in the fields behind where we first met in class, I could hear the yellowish leaves crack underneath our feet; the wind moved ever so slightly and the whispers of crickets created a symphony only for me. As we got closer to the beach there was something in the way he held me. It was almost as if my hand was the only thing keeping him from drifting; later he would go on to state how I was the only thing keeping him from flying away. Once we made it past the thick trees, thru the brush and out to the open: my skin began to tremble and shake with the swift choreography of wind taking its space in that now sacred place. Taking off his coat draping it over me I still cant get over his sacrifice of warmth for little ole me. If it not for sanity I would swear that in those moments I had been floating thru the chilling air. All it would take is one small thing for him to say, to have me riddled in love my mind never wanting to escape. He began by stating that I was all he needed to stop from running away, and that if he blessed with a chance to stay, he would prove that we were in fact one in the same. As quick as he could blink I began to pray that his love for that lonely girl would never change. After that our simple pack was made and then everything seemed to go away. We continued silently the rest of the way. Over rocks and thru the sand onto the frozen pond is where we would stand, nervous as could be he would make his first move leaning in to kiss me. My lips still taken back I was clearly in a daze. In that moment we begin to create our own little fantasy; something so great wed never wanna leave. From our minds and into the world we were able to make our perfect little girl and here now you lay our darling creation who will one day undoubtedly live a story just as magnificent as she.
By Ashley5 years ago in Families
Hope Like a Cork
Rain sluiced down the windshield, and sploshed against the windows. Darkness had drawn in quickly, thanks to impenetrable black clouds that dumped their bounty over the small community town that Trent now called home. He sat watching the drops splash, his thoughts a hundred miles away…
By Angie Allanby5 years ago in Families
Shadow
I was born William Edward Kingson. My mother had been a maid in the Keep of king Henry. I was the bastard son he refused to acknowledge like several others. My mother ended up marrying the captain of his guards. He was the one that taught me how to use weapons and how to fight. I was fourteen when the king became ill. Captain Mambly arranged for me to work as a caravan guard leaving the kingdom.
By Peter John5 years ago in Families
The special pear tree to me
It was summer 2004. It was a happy time. A time I felt joy and comfort. A time I love to remember. The air was warm , the wind softly blowing the only tree in our beautiful garden. My special pear tree , the tree my father and I planted together many moons before. Under the pear tree , we read , we played , we sang , we ate. It was just the 3 of us . My father , me and the special pair tree.
By Jess5 years ago in Families
Finding my Light
It was a new school term and I dreaded going back to boarding school that day. I must have taken a thousand deep breaths, paced back and forth around the house, sweating profusely on my palms almost as if I had reached out to the heavens for a pour of rain. I hated boarding school just as much as every student who had to endure the uneventful assemblies, strict rules, and limited choice of food and clothes. I felt a rumble in my stomach, which may have easily been caused by the overwhelming quantity of food I had shoved into my mouth. One would have asumed it was my last meal before the electric chair.
By Juo Nwafor-Orizu5 years ago in Families
Mysteries Of Pig Skin Ranch
Mysteries Of Pig Skin Ranch Part 1 Sam awoke with a start, trying to clear his head he ground his knuckles into his eyes. All Sam had succeeded to do was make his eyes blurry. While reaching for his glasses, he switched on the bedside lamp. Grabbing the alarm clock, the digital numbers glaring, red 3:11 AM, and Sam moaned with exasperation. Close to 4 years now, Sam “Stretch” Johnson has been awoken at the so-called “Witching Hour” but Sam can tell you that it is more than some simply witchery going on at Pig Skin Ranch. Hell, just in the last couple of years he has seen grown men running scared from here, only to find that they are followed. He flung back the covers, there would be no sleep this night.
By Destinee Wallace5 years ago in Families