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.

SORAYA'S KEYS
She was holding the key so tightly in her hands, you would be surprised it didn’t cut her. Her hands were wrinkled and reflected an age much older than the number of years she journeyed this earth; her nails, perfectly manicured so as to not betray what she did for a living when she wasn’t at work. When she opened the door, she could feel the thickness of the dust and the mold but relished in them as they were all hers. There were still artifacts from previous owners-a few lamps, armchairs and a dusty black book engraved in gold with the name Soraya. If she were superstitious, it would be easy for her to believe her ancestors bequeathed this home to her.
By Shamaine Daniels5 years ago in Journal
14 Muskets
We saw his horses before we ever saw his face. They had dark silky hair slicked down on their thick long necks, with powerful legs that kicked up dust clouds, making it hard to get a good look. But we knew what money looked like. They ain't miss no meals. Big Tom opened the gates for him and I couldn't stop wondering who this man could be.
By Matt Hall5 years ago in Journal
Risky Business
Who would have thought I, of all people would be in a predicament like this. Is everything unloaded? A guy dressed in warehouse attire asked, to another gentlemen, who was in back of my trailer.
By Jazmyne Williams5 years ago in Journal
The Black Book
Dedicated to: Stefani Germanotta The boys at my school picked me up and threw me into the dumpster like I was trash, and there, in that low, dark void of a space, I found a Sine from Above. There at the bottom, rendered almost invisible in the darkness, I saw a golden glint catch the faintest trace of light that revealed a little black notebook. Despite being an unhygienic social faux pas, I took the souvenir from my impromptu dumpster diving session that day. After securing it in my bag I climbed out of the hole.
By Danny Fantom5 years ago in Journal
The Little Black Book
Nora was a typical 22 year old university student. Working 2 jobs to stay afloat, still living at home, has a beautiful white cat named “Poppy”, working tirelessly through her 3rd University degree, and had a university debt much larger than she thought would be possible to ever pay back. She had just gone through a very difficult break up, when she started to think that life just was not going her way. One day on her walk to work, Nora noticed what seemed to be a little black book in the pavement just ahead. Her curiosity got the better of her, because on closer inspection, this book looked very old, and the dirty leather cover was as creased as a crocodile’s back, so she picked it up to have a look. She went to flick through the pages of the book, to find that all but one page was ripped out. Her heart skipped a few beats when he read what was scribbled on the page:
By Joshua Waugh5 years ago in Journal
The Little Black Book
This is a story about two friends that find a strange black book found in a abandon house inside of a very old safe. A story that makes you think and questions your friends loyalty.
By Blake Gann5 years ago in Journal
BLACK BOOKS & WHITE LINES
BLACK BOOK & WHITE LINES Written by Azaleh Artist This is a typical Monday in the month of August in New York City. Just doing the normal thing up early at 6AM walking my beautiful dogs in Riverside Park in Harlem. As I am on the way back to my apartment to get dressed to go to work. I see this black book in the trashcan on the corner of 142nd Street and Riverside Drive. I get on the downtown subway as I get off the train at 42nd Street, there again I notice another black book in the trash can on 42nd and 5th Avenue. This was very a bit strange to me because I had never paid attention to the trash cans in New York City, unless I was disposing trash myself. In both trash cans I was not disposing any trash, they just happened to be on the corners where I walk my dogs every day and where I worked.
By Azaleh Villafana5 years ago in Journal
Ordinary Magic
It was cold and overcast on Marissa's last night on the job. As she hauled the garbage around the back of the building and tossed it in the dumpster something caught her eye in the dim light. It appeared to glimmer and Marissa was intrigued, getting caught up in fantasies about faeries and helpful wights, which she had a predilection for. She made her way into the tight corner between the dumpster and the building next door and had to wedge her shoulder between stacks of old pallets in order to reach the thing that now seemed lost in the shadows. She stretched her hand a far as it would go, making contact with it's smooth surface. When she brought it up into the light, she was a tad deflated to see that it was just an old notebook. Before tossing it into the garbage, her curiosity got the better of her and she decided to thumb through it. The pages were perfectly blank and totally pristine, as if it had just come off the shelf. Marissa shrugged her shoulders thinking, "I was just thinking about starting a new journal," and gesturing to the sky, she said, "thanks Universe!" She tucked the little black book into the back of her pants and went back inside to close up shop.
By Bee B5 years ago in Journal
On The Books
Many mornings started the same, my alarm sharply wakes me from my deep slumber even though the sun has yet to shine. I slowly lift my body from my temperature perfect mattress and place my feet on the cold wooden floor, like pins, an uncomfortable sensation jolts me to my feet and on to my day. I make a b-line to the restroom not before grabbing my phone of course and like clockwork I was on to another average day. Eat. Work. Sleep. Repeat, and this pandemic wasn’t making it any better, stuck in my house, sitting through pointless zoom call where Patty insist we all have our cameras on to “keep the team virtually connected”. I had enough, ENOUGH! So one day I decided, “Heidi, let’s get physical!”. So Everyday to maintain a bit of normalcy in my life I would go on a light jog, strong emphasis on light, around my neighborhood, trust me I’m no athlete. At first I was nervous because I live in a town that borderlines downtown which is known for sketchy activities, but I had a pretty great route in mind, so I grabbed my gear and got to it.
By Kat Thomas5 years ago in Journal
BEWARE THE BCC OPTION
Martha sat with her head in her hands, oh why had she sent that email? What a stupid thing to have done, hadn't her mother always told her to write once and think twice before sending a letter. An email was even worse, instant stupidity shared with a multiple of random people all at once.
By Lise Spence-Parsons5 years ago in Journal
SAD
My journal writings: When someone ask me how i am doing, I answer Im doing well, smile and carry on. But in reality its been two years, it seems like yesterday, i remember every moment clear as day, the hopeless confused feeling like i could have done more, the empty emotions, the crumbling of my heart and head, every day grew fast to the day that you wud leave us and knowing that i had no control of it, I couldn't stop it, i couldnt tell it to leave, push it out of my way, I had no control of anything,
By andrea mattarelliano5 years ago in Journal
New Age Dragon
Vi paused outside her son’s room and looked inside. He was still sitting there at the computer. She sighed. “Jekn, dear. You really need to go outside more. It’s not healthy to be inside as much as you are. You need more sunshine and fresh air.”
By Amanda Martin5 years ago in Journal