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.'

Samuel
POW! Samuel had suddenly awakened in bed, drenched in sweat from what seemed to have started off as a good dream that somehow transformed into a nightmare in a matter of seconds. He glanced down at his Techno Pave watch and noted the time to be approximately 2:22AM. It was entirely too early in the morning for all this shit, he thought as he climbed out of bed and made his way over to the bathroom to freshen up with a nice, hot shower.
By Sir Matthews5 years ago in Families
KINGSCELLAR
It was the day of my dad’s funeral. The family met at the humble church. In the center of town. In the small town of Kingsceller.
By Wendy Stayzer5 years ago in Families
Valley of Fire
I'm on my 6th bottle of merlot and fifth shot of prescribed cough syrup with plenty of room for more. Given the events of the past weekend my tolerance has been beyond build up. As much as I would relish in erasing the memories of the last few days I couldn't just yet. I needed to write it all down and have it documented while it is still fresh in my mind and while I'm only slightly intoxicated to the point of taking these events lightly.I know once the narcotic and alcoholic euphoria wear off; shame, embarrassment and regret will make themselves right at home. Once I am sober and aware it will be a completely different story. By that point I may lose my nerve and all of this would have definitely have been for nothing. Should anyone but me actually read this tale of fantastic reality it will surely be catalogued as either ludicrous fiction, a very long naughty limerick, or a case study of my psycho-social-sociopathic behavior. The preceding story is an account of my past 48 hours in Las Vegas. It was a cousins trip, a way for us to reconnect after a long quarantine bound year. The plan was simple; gamble, drink and have a great time. What on earth was I thinking?
By Las Matamaridos5 years ago in Families
Miller's Journal
It was clear why the miniature metropolis of Mapleton was called by that name. The 150 year-old former logging community boasted glorious maple trees aligned down every block, spanning the whole of downtown. Their leaves grew oversized in springtime, brightening the gray buildings around. By fall, the little city would transform into a picturesque form of autumn, coloring it alive. The sheer intensity that the mighty maples brought to the streets of this place, those trees might have always been there, perhaps preceding the town, or inspiring it’s growth. Very few knew that the town was originally called Firland. Even locals quickly came to dismiss the idea, as it lacked the grandeur Mapleton eloquated. It didn’t quite seem to ‘fit,’ they’d say. In fact, each of their mayors for 100 years had been a descendent of General Darius P. Maplewood, the town’s first established leader.
By Jessica Weiss5 years ago in Families
The End is a New Beginning
Morning light peaked through the spaces between drapes and shutters in the Penny household, causing Amelia and her husband Jackson to slowly wake from a rare night of restful sleep. Jackson yawned and stretched, turning toward Amelia as he reached out to lightly caress her face. The weight of the past few month’s circumstances had yet to flood their thoughts this morning, so both silently enjoyed their temporary reprieve.
By Jessica Porter5 years ago in Families
Lacy
Lacy I’m content with my life. There is enough discomfort to be confident with reality and enough ‘good’ moments to wake up the next day. The first time I saw my daughter, I felt real joy. I heard about that before; some grandiose feeling parents get when they see their child for the first time. Well, I felt it but, within minutes I imagined all the ways she could get lost in some emptiness of a life. How could I possibly ensure that joy would never leave her? She’s the reason a nun in Elifan Island brought us both back to life.
By Felistus P.5 years ago in Families
The Bear, The Black Book, and The Gold
My name is Mila, When I was about 10 years old my grandfather, who had scars on his face, arm and leg, asked me if I knew how he got his scars. I told him that mommy said it was because he got in a fight. He laughed and said
By Jared5 years ago in Families
Un-Sung Hero
I stood watching my reflection in the pendulum of our grandfather clock, it was hard to accept this would be the last time.
By Aaron Shandilya5 years ago in Families
Money Talks
It was an average day in Los Angeles. I was walking to my bus stop and had enough respect for the seat of my pants and general sense of wherewithal not to sit down. Besides, Sir Moons-A-Lot usually stands up from a suspicious-at-best puddle to get on the bus that comes before mine. I have learned to always think twice before taking it easy.
By Carli Wright5 years ago in Families
Kinnin Jars
A sense of worry lingered overhead as a mother and daughter braved a dark and stormy morning to uncover a truth they never sought. Aubrey sat in the passenger seat of her mother's van. Her dark hair covered all but the part of her face that was pressed against the window. Her tan skin was covered in chills as she complained under her breath. It was only an hour drive, but Aubrey had already mentioned at least fifty times how creepy the trip was becoming. Just a month earlier, Aubrey's great aunt had died, leaving them with no family. Now the two were going to sift through Aunt Jean's belongings on this particularly dark morning. The whole ordeal made Aubrey uncomfortable, so she tried anxiously to ease her mind.
By Keesha M.5 years ago in Families
Green State of Mind
“Green is really a state of mind you see…” said the little frog as he hopped here and there and then here again. “Seriously Whimsy, you are quite intolerable sometimes,” said the toad trying to ignore the hyper, hopping, bouncing frog.
By The Bantering Welshman5 years ago in Families
Odessa in the Ra'Leah
This night was unusually windy and the harsh chill from outside forced its way into the room. Even the fire gave no heat. She pulled the collar of her robe higher, trying to cover her ears but still the wind wailed and sighed. Her fingers were almost numb, and the pencil slipped out her hand not once but twice. This sketch had to be finished or else she would not be able to sleep at all. It was already half past midnight and she stifled a few yawns trying to keep her eyes open. There. The last leaf was completed. She put the page away into the little black leather-bound notebook laying on her desk and took the lamp to her night table. She jumped into bed, wriggling beneath the covers trying to warm it up before putting out the lamp. The room went dark and she sank deeper under the heavy blanket, the dreams came then.
By Kayla H-C5 years ago in Families