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.'
Unconditional Love
There once lived a little girl whose smile lit up any room she wandered into. People often forgot her name and referred to her as the girl with the smile. She carried this title with great pride, often wondering “why doesn’t everyone smile like I do?” Seeing how her simple smile made such an impact on those who met her gave her a sense of purpose in this world. It was not until one day she experienced such great sadness that her smile was lost on waves of darkness as gloom grew over her like a cloak of dread.
By Kenzie Lea 5 years ago in Families
Alone and Dying in a Once Glorious Land
Old Man Westport sits in the median of a busy intersection. In this heat, it’s virtually a suicide attempt. I recall my father, years ago, lamenting that old Westport had to sell the lakehouse his parents had left him, and what a shame that had been. I trudge across the parking lot into the Permaserve. The only grocers left within ten miles of this neighborhood. The shelves are half empty. You can tell everyone knows there’s a food shortage; they know enough to avoid talking about it out loud. After the gas panic last year, that kind of talk would be irresponsible.
By Jesus Torres5 years ago in Families
Voluntary
“Shit,” Johnathan muttered as his watch came off his wrist again and hit the wet pavement with a clink. He never swore around his kids but Sophie had bought that watch for him for their tenth anniversary, their third last. The original leather watch band was cancelled.
By Marcus P Rosenberg5 years ago in Families
The Great Trenton Earthquake
She swears the bedpost shook. And then, a minute or two later, our dad pokes his head into the room and says, “girls, we just had an earthquake.” This all might have been plausible if we were living somewhere like California in the early 1980s, instead of New Jersey. My sister was no more than three years old at the time, and I was maybe 5; we moved to Pennsylvania in 1984. This story is not about “the great Trenton earthquake,” because there wasn’t one. Instead, it’s about how you convince yourself something happened to the point that it must have happened.
By Anastasia Karel5 years ago in Families
Access Granted
I woke up to news that would unlock my purpose and grant me access to my divine destiny. Of course I didn't know this at first. It was a typical Monday morning as I sat at the table drinking my coffee and punching the invisible clock on my laptop as I frantically continued my search for a new job. It's true what they say, looking for work really is work. So I start my day and suddenly hear my doorbell ring. I wasn't expecting company so I looked out the window of my downtown apartment to see who it was, and to my surprise I see a delivery driver dressed in an all black uniform with his work truck parked in the middle of the street.
By Aundrya Richardson5 years ago in Families
