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.'
The Wish Santa Couldn't Grant
The Great Hall of Letters Far to the north of the world, where the northern lights dance in the sky like silk ribbons, stands Santa's workshop. It's an immense building of red and golden wood, whose chimneys smoke day and night, spreading into the icy air the scent of gingerbread and cinnamon.
By La P'tite Pinolaise20 days ago in Families
The Battle of the Light Snowflakes
The Angry Sky Very far away, where the wind sings icy lullabies and where the northern lights dance every night, lies the North Pole. It is an extraordinary place, where snowmen tell stories and where the magic of Christmas is born.
By La P'tite Pinolaise22 days ago in Families
The Day Begins Here
The Day Begins Here The quiet never lasts long here. It never does. I hear it before I see him — the soft scuff of small feet on the passage floor, the pause outside the kitchen like someone deciding whether the day is allowed to begin yet. Leo appears in the doorway, hair flattened on one side, eyes only half open. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks at me, as if confirming I’m still here.
By L C Salter23 days ago in Families
The Little Girl Who Heard the Bells
Nadège's Secret Gift In the heart of the mountains, where fir trees wear coats of snow and chimneys smoke day and night, nestled a small village named Sonneval. It was a peaceful place, where wooden houses seemed to huddle against each other for warmth, and where winter whispered its secrets through every alley.
By La P'tite Pinolaise23 days ago in Families
The Hidden Gospels:
What if the Bible we know is only half the story? What if Jesus spoke in secret code because humanity wasn’t ready to hear the truth — that the real enemy isn’t sin, but illusion itself? The banned Gospels tried to tell us this centuries ago, before power rewrote the script.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.24 days ago in Families
The Gift that Chose its Child
In the deepest part of Santa's workshop, far beyond the rows of rosy-cheeked dolls, trains with gleaming wheels, and books with golden pages, there was a door that few knew of. It was made of ancient fir wood, veined with silver lights that pulsed gently, like a sleeping heart. It was the door to the Hall of Light Hearts.
By La P'tite Pinolaise25 days ago in Families
How to calm your boyfriend when he is angry with you
That weird feeling in your stomach When you know he's angry If you've ever been in this situation, you know how it feels. Your phone is in your hand, the same chat is open on the screen, and your mind is fighting with itself. There's no one there, no voice, just messages. Three dots appear, then disappear. And your mind is stuck there.
By Understandshe.com25 days ago in Families
The Christmas Tree That Traveled at Night
In a pretty house with blue shutters, nestled in a quiet street, lived a family like any other. There were Dad, Mom, and little Léonie, six and a half years old, who loved Christmas more than anything in the world.
By La P'tite Pinolaise26 days ago in Families
The Reindeer Who Was Afraid to Fly
In the deepest depths of the snowy forests of the North Pole, where winter sings an eternal lullaby and where the northern lights dance like silk ribbons in the sky, lived a herd of reindeer not quite like the others. They were Santa's reindeer. Their coats gleamed like pearls under the moon, their antlers were adorned with tiny frost crystals, and their hooves quivered with a magical energy that allowed them to travel across the sky in a single night.
By La P'tite Pinolaise27 days ago in Families
"I Thought Pity Was Kindness—Until My Compassion Broke Someone I Loved" . AI-Generated.
At 28, I kept a first-aid kit under my bed. Band-aids, antiseptic, and a small notebook where I recorded the problems of everyone around me. My boyfriend called me "the fixer." I took pride in that label—until the night I found him sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at a bottle of sleeping pills, and realized I’d helped build his cage.
By gui xiong li27 days ago in Families
