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.'
Pen & Book
Pen & Book The window was open. Fresh air blew through the house and brought a welcome sense of nature to the stuffy old dump even though there was a distinct chill in the air. Penelope finished her cup of cocoa and sat back, taking in the withered face of her great aunt. She sat on the other side of the table sipping her tea and looking appraisingly down her nose at Penelope.
By Peter Kelsey5 years ago in Families
Neighbors At A Wake
Neighbors at a Wake Ever since Nicky’s father died, everyone was nice to him. As an eight year-old, Nicky Albigensia couldn’t understand why. He liked it all the same, and supposed this is what grown-ups do when someone “passed”. He also couldn’t figure out why they called it a wake, when his dad wasn’t going to wake up.
By Connor Bergeron5 years ago in Families
Little Black Book
Im A Poor Kid In A Home Of Hate. Some Nights I Was Allowed In And Some Nights I Was Not. Some Nights I Was Allowed To Eat And Some Nights I Was Not. I Have Been Trying To Find A Job And Make My Way Out But Nobody Wants A, At The Time, Seventeen Year Old Who Wears Ragedy Clothes And Probably Smells. So I Just Dreamt Of Money And Getting Away From This Monstrous House Of Mines. I Said Dreamt Meaning, In A Past Tense Cause Now I Am Somewhere Better Sitting On Money. And I Am Still Shocked On How It Happened.
By Lucille Blount5 years ago in Families
Understanding Joy
In a warmer and politically safe part of the world lounged a woman that drank coffee, not with a roman sophistication but as a habitual movement that accounted for breath. Without fail, each day, she awakened by 4 in the morning with nowhere to go. A shuffle to the kettle and a slide of the heavy back door were merely short travels between two places to be. Once the weighted glass pane un-stuck from its seal, crashing waves often revealed a jagged soundscape that had a slight eeriness to match. Misted air joined oxygen only briefly before a tube of relief was inserted towards her mouth. Nudged abreast lined lips, of which had uttered many words across humbled time, a flame flicked. Upon inhale, the shoulders dropped and an arm extended, reaching for caffeine and another day.
By Emily Dawn5 years ago in Families
The Mysterious Stranger and The Little Black Book
You're not going to believe this..... It is rather peculiar that just by reading something and following a small set of instructions that you can find yourself rather fortunate. I was just minding my business.................................
By Careen Green5 years ago in Families
A Remarkable Saleswoman
A Remarkable Saleswoman -- By Carolyn Edwards Boyce Her thin left arm clutched the huge fraying bag, with all the power you might expect of a woman used to depending only on herself. From the outside, the bag appeared to be filled with rocks, the bulging circumferences of Avon cosmetic jars betraying her abundance of optimism regarding possible sales for that day.
By Carolyn Edwards-Boyce5 years ago in Families
The Art of Running a Long Con
Growing up with a father who was a con man bent my perspective on the concept of wealth and personal freedom. Due to his profession of freelancing for fortune, ours was a complex family life to navigate. Each morning was greeted with an air of uncertainty: Today we retire to Costa Rica from the con of a lifetime? Or today my Auntie Helen will show up on the front porch telling me to pack a bag because I am going to be staying with her for a while. My first question to her was always, “For how long?” and Auntie Helen would just answer, “For a while. Now, let’s get you packed.”
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Families
