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.'
NEVER SAY NEVER
It was a Wednesday afternoon and I felt at my lowest money was tight I was behind in my bills my social life was none existent, my relationships were..mmm well what can I say yh there's nothing to say I just felt my worst even though I give my everything to everything I do in life from work to friends, family and strangers. I found peace most of my life but as the years went by after every fail and mistake I made life did start to hack away at my soul so it felt. I still tried to shine everyday regardless of what life threw at me. Well this one particular afternoon I was called to the office. It was like saved by the bell the tv programme I use to watch as a kid. Laughs aside after I was slaving away cleaning day in day out fingers sore to the bone id had enough. I no there's a lot worst in life that could happen but I felt alone even though I felt ok deep down there was a gap, something missing a feeling of not quite belonging no matter how hard I tried to figure it out, the many faces I put on or how many times I tried to find the courage to smile when I was crying deep inside. So you can imagine the anxiety I got as my name was called threw the mic but as I got to the office my boss Terry told me to take a seat. He said to me “iv got some sad news for you” me thinking iv been sacked and that was all I needed in life right now. He continued “iv just received a call to say that your grandmother has passed away and you needed to go home right away”. My grandmother was the only woman I was ever actually close to, the one person that understood me was no longer with me I wasn't sure whether to speak talk cry or scream all I could think of was getting home to my mother and father. I got home to what seemed a pretty calm environment it didn't seem morbid at all if anything it seemed quite normal.
By Charlene rovisini5 years ago in Families
Brownies and Tennis
LITTLE BLACK BOOK Rose is watching TV enjoying her dinner when she's interrupted by a knock at the door. Due to her husband passing, kids moving away she has not had company in over 15 years and becomes startled and hesitant. Against her judgement she goes to the door looking through the peephole. To her surprise it is Hannah, a 15 year old with two big red curly puffs, freckles, and a charm bracelet with "H" on it. Rose opens the door. "Hi I'm Hannah, your new neighbor. I was wondering if I could get my ball that went into your yard?" She's a tennis player for her highschool team. Rose responds with "Yea sure go get it" in a very monotone nonchalant way. Being the bright bubbly kid she is, Hannah smiles, says thank you and begins to retrieve the ball.
By Takila Wiley5 years ago in Families
Lost & Found
If there's one thing most people wouldn't know about driving a school bus, it's that there's only ONE seatbelt and it's mine. School buses don't have seatbelts for safety reasons. I mean, it seems counterintuitive but think about it; if you have to get 50+ kids out of a bus through a window or other non-door emergency exit; it's a LOT harder when you have to do fight 50+ seatbelts. Have you SEEN The Fugitive?
By Achsha SoAndSo5 years ago in Families
The Transformation of Giving
The little black notebook rested under a layer of dust, on top of the bookshelf in the large estate, only inches from the ceiling. Although "rested" may be a poor choice of words because, over the interminable years of waiting, the notebook had remained steadfast in his purpose. He stayed proud and stoic in anticipation of what his master had foretold. "You are among the noblest of beings, notebook," he had said. "You gave everything you were created to be, with your pristine pages and unlimited potential, so that my thoughts and dreams could live on in your pages. You allowed yourself to be put to death and raised again, marked and marred, to be a perfect vessel for transporting the essence of who I am into a new destiny. You were once a gift apart from me, now your worn spine and my aged soul are as one. We have been transformed over time, you and I, by fate and by the power of my hands, to be an even greater gift to the one destined to find you, the one whose life will be forever transformed by you."
By 5 years ago in Families
Welcome to Karuta
It had been a year since the invasion. The smokey air had descended, the smell of destruction cleared as Chiyo’s family arose from the rubble to rebuild their lives. Hida-Takayama was now a ruin, a once picturesque city, filled with serene shrines and old fashioned Japanese charm had been demolished. But the people of Hida-Takayama pulled together like all good communities do, taking turns to feed each other, learn, teach and support each other.
By Jodie Knowles5 years ago in Families
The Big Catch
The Big Catch We grew up in the projects in New York, at a time when the kids sat on the stoops with their parents, who talked about getting away from the city over the weekend, for an excursion. The “Excursion,” as it was affectionately called, was typically a fishing trip to escape from the summer swelter. Our apartments were air conditioned but the buildings were old, and to save money, we apartment dwellers did whatever we could to get to the ocean. My mother, who was the leader of the fishing day trip adventures, spun her stories about the “Big Fish” that our gaggle of neighbor kids could catch on the boat, and she described in detail the perilous journey of luring in a monster size fish. There was always a trophy for the prized lure, and my sweaty drippy face friends sat wide-eyed in anticipation of the outing.
By Zel Harrison5 years ago in Families
