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.'
Carpe Diem
Carpe Diem 9am on a Wednesday, just off the high street. It was just any other day, nothing out of the ordinary. Sarah was getting ready for another shift at the supermarket. Another day of doing the same job, doing the same activities. She was tiring of this, stuck in a dead-end job. She leaves the house and takes the bus into town driving the same route, passing the same shops and houses every day along the way. Nothing really stands out during the daily journey although there is one particular book store that Sarah thought looked a little peculiar. Along the way, the journey stutters with stops and starts due to the traffic of rush hour. The bus coincidently stops outside the bookshop. Its murky and mysterious exterior is a stark contrast to the brightly lit, colourful high street on which it's located. It seems to be very off-putting to any visitor, almost like they don’t want any guests. After a short wait, the bus pulls away again as the traffic begins to clear up. In the corner of her eye, Sarah sees an advert in the window of the bookshop. She tried to read it quickly but it was too late, the shop was now out of sight.
By Sam Gaskell5 years ago in Families
The House Next Door
Delvin, Darius, and Dashawn, 20-year-old triplets that grew up in foster care never knowing their parents. The three of them were dreamers from the womb, always having big plans to do big things but nothing ever panned out. It only brought disappointment after disappointment. The boys kept each other encouraged during downtimes.
By Tamara Rashelle5 years ago in Families
Casa Blanca Lilly
Every morning I wake up to the sound of waves crashing on iridescent sand and the smell of my favorite salted caramel coffee calling my name. I think to myself, "Thank God it is Saturday!" I cannot wait to see the sunrise's magnificent colors of pink and yellow hues as the sun rises above the ocean.
By Laura Phebus5 years ago in Families
The Small Black Notebook
The Little Black Book By Judith Headley As Michael gazed outside on this particular dismal day, he watched the raindrops beating on the window. He was pondering on how life could be better for him and his grandmother. He had clothes on his back and food to eat, but life could be much better for them.
By Judith Headley5 years ago in Families
Corner Cafe
Rain falling on the windowpane, streetlights reflecting much like Christmas without the cheerful happy feeling. My mind was stirring, wondering why it's been so long. I sip my latte in the corner cafe' alone, trying to block out the background noise. Cars honk, at a traffic light... thoughts racing. Wondering where he could be. The waitress beckons me asking if I'm ok. I nod yes...but I mean no. I feel uneasy...something's wrong.
By Jamie Chaney5 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 Space Between
Gertrude rocked back and forth on the front porch. Her frame was draped in white linen and her hair was concealed behind a cotton scarf. No matter how her grandmother attempted to conceal loose tendrils and coils a few would always escape to frame her face. The rogue strands were as white as the snow she had never seen anywhere but school books. Humidity in the air created a thin sheen of dew on both Gertrude and her granddaughter . Their contrast was striking, and yet they seemed to be two sides of the same coin, united by the same café au lait skin.
By N.R. Pachecker5 years ago in Families
Protectors of the woods
The tree branches curled and waved with the wind; Gemma was certain it was moments before they snapped. It had been a long time since there was a wind storm this bad. Seven years ago, Gemma moved to upstate New York with her parents and brother. At first, Gemma was excited to explore the woods and paths surrounding their new home; anything outdoors made her heart sing.
By Jennifer Rompilla5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK Stan’s Last Mystery Surprise By Shannon Addison-Merritt It’s been ten years since Gabrielle’s parents died in a car accident. Just after her eighth birthday, she was taken in by The Milton Hershey School, a private boarding school in Hershey, Pennsylvania for K–12 students. Founded and funded by the late chocolate industrialist Hershey Milton and his wife, the school takes in qualified low-income individuals and orphans aged 4–18.
By Shannon Addison Merritt5 years ago in Families
