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.'

It's Time to Fly
She had just sat down after cleaning up the third spill that day, when her phone pinged. Her mother had sent her a link for a writing contest. Kimmy’s eyes brightened as she opened the link and began to read. Writing was her passion, but she had lost her motivation when she started having kids. When she was not wiping someone’s butt or breaking up fights over toys, she was cleaning something. This contest was exactly the push she needed to get her creative juices flowing again. Her body shook with excitement.
By Ami Behm5 years ago in Families
See what it’s like to live a little bit!
See what it’s like to live a little bit by Wendy E. Golding When she was younger, all her dance teachers called Irma ‘Duchess’ after a famous ballerina. With Italian and eastern European family ties, Irma had similar features and background to the ballerina and she too had progressed into a successful ballet dancer, travelling the world and meeting the rich and famous. She had also married well. The name stayed with her and her closest friends took to calling her ‘Duchess.’
By Wendy Golding5 years ago in Families
Hidden Things
Hidden Things  Do you ever have moments where you are sitting in a place - could be a coffee shop, or on your couch. At work or even in church? Moments where you are almost removed from your body and you can see yourself in motion through each and every decision and place you have ever been? And as you move through those moments, the invisible path of your life shapes as one foot is placed in front of the other…for the good and the bad; for the productive and the devastating? Sometimes the path is created by conscious decisions you make and others seem to be created by the life choices of other people and you’re just brought along for…
By Lavina Wagner 5 years ago in Families
Grampas Book
There was work to do. I did not care, I had been busting my hump between working, family and moving. We had decided to move cross country to give the family more opportunities. That was how I found myself sitting here going through a box of old family whatnot hiding from the reality and responsibilities. I was supposed to be weeding out anything that did not need to come with us, but instead I was having a moment with the past. I noticed a small black journal with a similar book bound to it. I did not remember seeing this before. Curious I picked them up, untied them, and began to peruse the journal. It was a journal of my grandfathers.It did not look like any of his other journals or notebooks, most were on permanent loan to various colleges and how it ended up here with me was anyone's guess. This looked like a journal of his from his time with the army during the second World War. Gramp’s had been Corp of Engineers and held a degree in chemistry and spoke German, which was why he had been ordered to remain in Germany after the war and help the Paperclip operations.
By G Andrew Pratt5 years ago in Families
The Morrow’s
It was 1847 the leaves were beginning to bloom on the Yarrow trees that lined both sides of a long stretched roadway to the house. The grounds had lavish green rolling hills as far as you could see, our sheep were just making their way to our lake to drink and feed, there is probably over 100 sheep that roam freely on our property. The house was white with lite blue trim around all the doors and windows, I say it looks more like Aqua the color of the beautiful Caribbean waters. It has wrap around decks on the top and bottom levels of our home with 10 bedrooms all having French doors leading out onto them. It has Ivy climbing up the side of the house and along the upper and lower verandas with flowers in hanging baskets and planters every where. This is the most beautiful place in the spring and summers when everything is colorful, blooming and full of life and fragrances. We are a well to do family, money passed down from generation to generation which I will never understand how we make our money as all the men in this family are Inventors and not all of them have been successful, but the best thing about the Morrow men is that they always strive to move forward no matter how many times they fail. It’s one of the many things I love about my husband, how the Morrow men put it “ we never fail we just haven’t succeeded yet" always full of life, amazing adventures and exciting lasting family memories. We have five children ranging from ages 3 to 16 years. Two older boys, two younger boys and a girl in the middle. All are very bright and talented no matter what they do. Oooooh the imaginations on my littles I guess that’s the advantage of having a family of Inventors, its runs though their veins.
By Sara Vrolyk 5 years ago in Families
Where's Linda Lee?
Marian held her breath as she logged into her banking application on her laptop. As the screen cleared, she whooped aloud. "Barbara-Sue, come take a look at this!"
By Breakfield and Burkey5 years ago in Families
Wish Upon
I went back to the well today. Nestled within a brimming forest, hidden among the trees, the familiar, stony structure stood, waiting. Filled to the brim with water, it glistened, reflecting the stars and Moon above.
By Christina Atalla5 years ago in Families
Grandfathers Looks
For one reason or another it intrigued me. After me and my family had grieved, perhaps some still are, but regardless the duty of cleaning out Grandfather’s house fell to us. It was different knowing when I entered the front door that I was only greeted with an empty room rather than familiar faces and one day I would no longer be allowed to enter this house.
By Jet Kennedy5 years ago in Families
DO YOU HAVE AN ATTIC?
DO YOU HAVE AN ATTIC? EXPLORE ALL THE CORNERS! He sat across from me in the corner booth. He was bruised and bandaged, but smiling underneath his pain. “I’m sure glad you came to get me at the hospital. I don’t think I could spend any more time there…it’s depressing!”
By Janna Bruns5 years ago in Families
Roots
I fell asleep that night, crying as I always did. It was about 2:38 a.m...I set up and thought to myself “Now what?!”. I look at those 3 little heartbeats that depend on me to make things happen, and I break. Being a single mother isn’t easy. Being a single mother with little to no income, even harder. I cleaned my face at 3:11 a.m; I slept with defeat.
By Latoria Pierson5 years ago in Families
The End of Her
The End of Her She had taken to staring at the corners of her room. Eerily, she would stop talking and look, right over your shoulder toward the nearest corner to you and just…stare. One time as I was greeting her upon entering her room, she suddenly turned her head away from my voice and with that beautiful smile of hers, gave the cheeriest “hello” to some invisible person. Now this might upset some folk. They might assume that she was having a “moment”. You know, like the moments that they attribute to dementia or Alzheimer’s, when the sufferer slips in and out of the current time to visit some era past. But not so with her. I always had the feeling…no the understanding that she knew exactly what time it was and exactly who she was talking to. Whether or not she invited you into the conversation was another matter.
By Renita Shadwick5 years ago in Families
The Stranger With The Little Black Book
It had gone a hair past peculiar and was approaching down right creepy. It has been six months since I noticed the stranger, but who knows how long it went on unnoticed. I tried varying my routine to see if I was just being paranoid.
By Tobi Jenelle5 years ago in Families