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.'
Karma
All her life, Shay was the type of person who looked out for everyone, even giving up her childhood of playing with friends to help raise her brothers and sisters so their parent could enjoy life. She spent her time with her family and pining for the boy next door but he never noticed her. When she finally turned 18, she felt her life would become her own and she could live it the way she wanted. If she knew then what she knew now, she would probably regret making some of the choices she did make but elated her life changed for the better and that she found happiness.
By Jason Bozeman5 years ago in Families
The Jump
So cold and clinical, the feel almost devoid of life. Can’t believe this will be the last place I ever see him—my papa—his mind sharp as a tack but his body too tired to go on. Well, that’s what he told me when they took him away in the ambulance last week… Waiting for my turn to say goodbye…
By Trisha Olsen5 years ago in Families
The Search
Casmin had only just turned eighteen the previous week and already her parents were hassling her to get a job and move out. There were daily arguments about everything and anything- this morning they had argued about the window being left open on the latch, which of course ended with Casmin crying again, a frequent result. She only wanted to listen to the thunderstorm that had begun in the early hours of the morning.
By Carmen Taylor5 years ago in Families
Uncle Arthur
Until about 3 months ago, Uncle Arthur was a man who never feared his actions. It was as if his head bounced off the pillow at dawn, already knowing what the day entailed. When he went to the races, he always won. He never got a big win, but he made £10 here or there, and one time he even won £100. He always spoke about when my father was drafted for the war. Uncle Arthur was always certain he would come home. After a while, our family grew superstitious of what appeared to be luck. He invariably realized the outcome of his plans before they were finished. The rest of the family started asking him if he could help them “see their fate” but every request was faced with a stern no and for whatever reason we never opposed his refusal.
By Matthew Keogh5 years ago in Families
Evolution of a Table
It was their first piece of proper furniture, grown-up furniture Lydia called it, after they’d got married. They were both graduate students, living off tiny grants and part-time jobs, and the table took the pride of place in their miniscule sitting room in the flat they’d found over a chip shop. It smelled of greasy haddock and the windowpanes rattled every time a car went past, but it was their home, and the table was the start of making it so.
By Kate Hewitt5 years ago in Families
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK
She ran her hand through her long hair. Her hair had once been her crowning glory. Now, the once luxurious locks, had lost some of the walnut shine, the grey mixed with white caused the illusion of a lighter color. She kept her hair long almost to her waist; but instead of letting it run free across her shoulders, she usually either pulled it back in a braid or a ponytail. Her eyes betrayed her age. She now required glasses to read and even then, a bright light was needed.
By Sylvia Bennett5 years ago in Families
Studebaker Studios Presents
This was not your average celebration of life. Canes were swinging, the elderly were dancing, and champagne corks shot across the room like fireworks with streams of liquor trailing behind them. Uncle Studebaker was much like the Count in A Series of Unfortunate Events. No one, except his nephew Hansel, was disappointed when he passed away. In fact, the town was so relieved to hear of his passing that most of the people who attended his funeral went solely to make sure he was actually dead. The result of their findings created a rhapsody of relief that was nearly palpable. People ran around with expressions so exuberant you'd think they'd just been freed from slavery or won a war. The raucous partying continued all night.
By Michael J. Heil5 years ago in Families
The Window
Mom’s eyes were heavy and a little red as she entered through the front door with a cardboard box clutched in her hands. Dad popped up from the couch and put one arm around her while he lifted the box with the other. The overflowing box, now on the coffee table, blocked my view of the TV. She had spent the day helping Grandma clean out some of my Grandfather’s belongings. Papa passed a few weeks ago. My whole life, all 15 years of it, I only remembered him being frail and confined to his chair. His life was pretty much books, news, and The Price is Right.
By Kimberly Snyder5 years ago in Families
