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.'

waiting by the gate
I watched a young boy standing by the gate watching hundreds of soldiers passing by, asking a soldier every so often. Have you seen my da? Now and again, a soldier would stop and bend down and ask about his da.
By Vinit5 years ago in Families
The Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City Part 1
The Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City Part 1 Where else but in Atlantic City? As my mother got older we used to stroll the Atlantic City Boardwalk searching for oddities. We searched for different oddities, or I should say those that piqued our individual tastes and missions. For Kate B, my mother, every one of these creatures was a charity case, someone to chat up and donate some amount of money, usually small but often ranging into the $10 amount which was a lot for her (although in truth the money was taken from money I had won at the slot machines). You see, Kate B and I would go into a casino and I would give her $20 to spend which she would promptly pocket. Then, when I won, she would scoop up every last quarter into her bucket. So my winnings would end up in the pocket of one of the oddities.
By John Bowen5 years ago in Families
One Night
Ruth hated those green flashing lights and everything they had come to mean to her. Sure, the perimeter was still secure, but all that really meant was no-one had gotten within fifty meters of their home. Home. There was a word whose meaning she questioned. She’d read enough to know home was supposed to be a good place, a happy place. A safe place. She mentally snapped at her own line of thinking. Safe was a word her father used a lot. Safe was the word he used to keep her underground all these years.
By KC5 years ago in Families
BUMPER
One day I, Bumper awoke from my winter slumber. I came out of my hybernating hole to find that half the forest was gone. I looked over the cliffs and saw some strange machinery and trees as stumps, as I once knew. I couldn't believe my eyes; Maybe its just all a dream! I pinched myself and it hurt, so I knew I wasn't dreaming.
By shena mchenry5 years ago in Families
Unwanted Girl
Story about Unwanted girl It is said that something good happens to everyone in this world at some time or the other but not with Unwanted girl who born by mistake in this world.
By Deepshikha5 years ago in Families
What color. Was. The Blood?
Mom, Up until recently, you’ve been the “bad guy” in my stories. You probably knew this already and you could have really given a shit. However, from here on out, I’m recasting in the light of the superhero character you deserve to be. I’m going to stop referring to you as a vampire, even though I’m pretty sure that your longevity is directly related to drinking the blood of the young. I’ll stop calling you a Terminator too, even though you have more titanium prostheses holding you together than Ashley Judd. You could give two shits either way, but I thought you should know.
By Frank D'Andrea5 years ago in Families
The secret of Maggy
Magueritte is a teenager who lives with her mother in Los Angeles, California. She does not live with her father. Her two parents got separated.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
Poster
I get up to hand in my 'Just Say No to Smoking' poster to Mrs. Kay. My parents have never smoked. They tell me it's bad for me and that I should never, ever smoke. I'm never going to smoke; it causes cancer. We know that now. I guess the science wasn't advanced enough to see that in the '40s or '50s, but they just didn't know then. We just landed on the moon, so we at least have good science now. Daddy calls it 'cutting-edge.' And it, the science, tells us smoking is bad for you.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Families
Learning to Live Again
Amy took a moment, and allowed herself the luxury of a sob in the shower. Her body shook, writhing with pain. She sat on the wet tiles, warm water cascading over her head. Her arms hugged her knees. She rocked - back and forth, back and forth - until a sense of calm permeated the indescribable anguish that coursed through her soul.
By Angie Allanby5 years ago in Families
The Ship and Her Anchor
There is told a story to the children in Seattle, a tale of sadness and hope. As they are placed in their beds and tucked under their woven blankets, their parents weave the threads of a wondrous yarn. It is told to the children that in the midsts of an ocean, there is a ship. A ship of grand design and masterful artistry, with a sturdy, elegant mast, untearable sails, and a blue flag atop the crow’s nest center. But this is no ordinary ship, as you might know. It was made with the purpose of adventure.
By Taylor Drake5 years ago in Families
Ollie & Mama
Besides my mother, my favorite thing in the whole entire world was storytime. I didn’t care if it was at school, the locker rooms at the Y, overheard on the city bus—a story was a story, and I craved that action-packed word-porridge of plot and characters and decisions and twist and turns—oh my.
By Lexie Robbins5 years ago in Families
When Did Pink and Blue Become Gender-Specific?
With the advent of gender reveal parties and the clearly divided sections in toy stores, you might have wondered at one point when the notion that pink is for girls and blue is for boys ever developed. Or maybe that thought never crossed your mind because it’s been ingrained into the fabric of society for as long as you can recall.
By Joy5 years ago in Families