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.'
Nessa & Nazar
I had just finished an interview and was about to have another. The first interview, was a lady in her forties. But I wasn't so sure about her. She looked stern. And I don't think I wanted that for Lilia. I wanted someone that was going to be soft and loving. I could at least give that to my daughter, after she had lost her mother. Plus, I hadn't been very nice lately.
By Amanda Johnston 5 years ago in Families
Justine Gets Dethroned
Once upon a time there lived a girl named Justine who was the queen of a land called Salmon Fry Lane. All six houses were under her reign and she loved to survey her domain. She would stoll down the street with her princess crown and wave her scepter all around. Mom and Dad followed close behind, wishing they could tell her what was on their mind. Justine would soon have a younger brother and she'd have to make some room on her throne soon. She would have to get used to sharing her silver spoon. After coming home from the grocery store, her mother couldn't wait anymore and sat little Jessica down to explain to her that there would be a new sheriff in town.
By Mary Lynn Bain5 years ago in Families
The Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City Part 1
The Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City Part 1 Where else but in Atlantic City? As my mother got older we used to stroll the Atlantic City Boardwalk searching for oddities. We searched for different oddities, or I should say those that piqued our individual tastes and missions. For Kate B, my mother, every one of these creatures was a charity case, someone to chat up and donate some amount of money, usually small but often ranging into the $10 amount which was a lot for her (although in truth the money was taken from money I had won at the slot machines). You see, Kate B and I would go into a casino and I would give her $20 to spend which she would promptly pocket. Then, when I won, she would scoop up every last quarter into her bucket. So my winnings would end up in the pocket of one of the oddities.
By John Bowen5 years ago in Families
BUMPER
One day I, Bumper awoke from my winter slumber. I came out of my hybernating hole to find that half the forest was gone. I looked over the cliffs and saw some strange machinery and trees as stumps, as I once knew. I couldn't believe my eyes; Maybe its just all a dream! I pinched myself and it hurt, so I knew I wasn't dreaming.
By shena mchenry5 years ago in Families
What color. Was. The Blood?
Mom, Up until recently, you’ve been the “bad guy” in my stories. You probably knew this already and you could have really given a shit. However, from here on out, I’m recasting in the light of the superhero character you deserve to be. I’m going to stop referring to you as a vampire, even though I’m pretty sure that your longevity is directly related to drinking the blood of the young. I’ll stop calling you a Terminator too, even though you have more titanium prostheses holding you together than Ashley Judd. You could give two shits either way, but I thought you should know.
By Frank D'Andrea5 years ago in Families
Poster
I get up to hand in my 'Just Say No to Smoking' poster to Mrs. Kay. My parents have never smoked. They tell me it's bad for me and that I should never, ever smoke. I'm never going to smoke; it causes cancer. We know that now. I guess the science wasn't advanced enough to see that in the '40s or '50s, but they just didn't know then. We just landed on the moon, so we at least have good science now. Daddy calls it 'cutting-edge.' And it, the science, tells us smoking is bad for you.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Families
Learning to Live Again
Amy took a moment, and allowed herself the luxury of a sob in the shower. Her body shook, writhing with pain. She sat on the wet tiles, warm water cascading over her head. Her arms hugged her knees. She rocked - back and forth, back and forth - until a sense of calm permeated the indescribable anguish that coursed through her soul.
By Angie Allanby5 years ago in Families
The Ship and Her Anchor
There is told a story to the children in Seattle, a tale of sadness and hope. As they are placed in their beds and tucked under their woven blankets, their parents weave the threads of a wondrous yarn. It is told to the children that in the midsts of an ocean, there is a ship. A ship of grand design and masterful artistry, with a sturdy, elegant mast, untearable sails, and a blue flag atop the crow’s nest center. But this is no ordinary ship, as you might know. It was made with the purpose of adventure.
By Taylor Drake5 years ago in Families








