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.'
Dear Beloved
A Thursday night service at Church. I sat in the back pew. I didn’t want anyone noticing me or coming over to talk to me. I’ve never been here before. I wasn’t dressed anything fancy. I was just looking for a place to rest for a bit on my way home. People were singing and clapping. I didn’t feel like doing either. The Pastor was singing beautifully I thought. I tried my best to concentrate but it was hard. All I could think about was the lady I ran into on the way over here. She seemed a little strange, but she told me she was in a hurry to visit a special friend. She wore a red coat and her hair was like a white or silver color that came down her back. I’ve never seen anyone that looked like her. She dropped a gray bag she was holding while walking fast to catch the bus. When I saw it, I ran after her to give it back and almost missed her. The bus door had closed, but I was able to knock on the door and luckily the bus driver opened it. I called the lady over to hand her the bag that she had dropped. She thanked me kindly and I told her to slow down and hold on tight to her belongings. She told me there’s plenty more where it all came from.
By Sisceley Banks5 years ago in Families
The Musician and The Beast
The sun shown bright above the sky that day, its long golden rays warming up the ground below. The great city stood, buildings stretching up towards the sky, the light reflecting off the windows creating a shimmering glare. People walked around the sidewalks, oblivious of anyone else, running into them and shouting whenever it happened. Some went to work; some walked dogs, others rode bikes while others chose to jog instead, listening to music to drown out the sounds of honking cars from the dreadful amount of traffic.
By Shirley Blancas5 years ago in Families
Angelica Gains Her Wings
When you finally learn how to read and write, the feeling is exhilarating…no matter the age. There are people who are able to become successful while being illiterate. Those same people may finally learn at the ages of 50, 25, 37, or even 68, or never at all. But this account is not about them. It is about a little girl Angelica, who at the age of 7, gained confidence in her literacy skills. Her mom recommended becoming a pen pal to practice and strengthen her skills. She further suggested the nursing home Angelica’s grandmother used to live in. She had passed no less than a year ago and Angelica never got the opportunity to be her grandmother’s pen pal the way her mom had been with her grandmother. So the suggestion was welcomed with open writing fingers.
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Families
Where Rex Roosts
Claude shook the egg gently. He didn't hear anything. He shook again, this time a little harder, but still didn’t hear anything. Maybe it’s just suspended in the yoke and not hitting the walls, he thought. He grabbed the rest of the eggs, put them in the basket, and headed back to the house.In the kitchen, his mother was emptying the dishwasher.
By Spike Stone5 years ago in Families
Dad's Little Black Book
9:30, still haven't heard anything; he knew that he was supposed to call or text no later than 9:30. He'd been doing so good but today was his first day at work after our holiday, I imagine he’s very busy getting signed in. He would call or he would text, I'd give him till 10:30. 9:45 the phone rang. “This is Sam how can I help you? Oh, hey Phillip what's up?” I asked. “It’s dad, he’s had a heart attack and he's in the hospital. We need to get there as soon as possible. They are putting him in ICU. Do you want us to pick you up?” he got all this in quickly. I replied “No I need to pick up your sister. She is going to want to go with me, so I'll go get her and meet you up there. Be safe, love you.“
By Stephanie Osteen5 years ago in Families
A Friendly Stranger
The pitter-patter of the rain against the windows created a calm atmosphere in the almost empty café. Bethany was the only waitress working tonight and since there were no customers, she was sitting at an empty table. Dominic, the chef, was in the kitchen and Alex, the cashier, was scrolling on his phone behind the counter. Bethany looked out at the rain and gave a quiet sigh. It had been weeks since she had been feeling sad and numb. Looking out at the gloomy rain and dark sky, she felt more hopeless than ever. She tried to shake the thought.
By Bayan Kareem5 years ago in Families
In Search of Honesty
I shut the door with care, listening for the soft click of the latch. Stepping quietly off the stoop, I crept to the side of the house, tugging my bike from its mess of ivy. I closed the garden gate behind me and set off into the moonlight.
By Rachel MacLean5 years ago in Families
Tilly's Trove
Matilda the Cat, known as Tilly, was on her daily patrol, checking out what was new in the garden. Lots of smells and sounds. Resting in a deck chair I was watching her progress. A while ago we had some field mice around, they had even ventured into the house, so I was curious if they came back after we had politely removed them to the neighbourhood fields. Tilly was visiting all the nooks of the garden. She kept returning to one place by the wall by an apple tree. I got up to get some drink and I stopped by her. I noticed something black lying on the grass. Had to fetch my glasses from the lounge and when I put them on I saw a little black book. I used my gardening gloves to pick it up, just in case, and placed it on the garden table. It did look familiar, I had to see it somewhere. After opening the cover I recognised where I knew it from. Not long ago I was browsing through the bookshop to find a birthday gift for my friend and there it was. A Moleskine notebook. I finally chose something else, but had a good look at the notebook first.
By Kasia Tomaszewska5 years ago in Families
Everything comes at a cost
Five years from now, people will either benefit or have to deal with the consequences based off choices made today. Waking up to yet another alarm that starts the day to a not so fulfilled life; a young man with hopes of going to his dream college is met with breakfast in bed coupled with the sounds of hand claps that were drowned out by cheers as his family has entered the room. Distraught, he sat up, his mom, in tears, handed him an envelope enclosing his acceptance letter to his dream college.
By Clutch’s Enterprise5 years ago in Families
