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.'
LITTLE BLACK BOOK
Calm settled as I walked up to the front door of the Victorian semi-detached red brick house. It’s tiny front garden was lovingly planted with geraniums and azaleas. Scrambling into my over stuffed back pack for the key I was reminded of the work I had yet to do to finish my last ever assignment to complete my Law degree.
By Jennifer McLennan5 years ago in Families
Fortune Smiles
She woke with a start and turned her head to eye the clock. The red numbers soon registered. She groaned lightly and lifted hands to rub over her face. Attempting to rub away the sleepiness. A long deep sigh and she winced as the alarm started to go off. A hand slid over and swatted the clock to silence the annoying beeping. "Yes, I am awake!" Pulling back the covers she sat upright. Today she was going over to her mother's house. It was time and she knew she had to face it. Groaning she pushed to stand and went to the bathroom. A quick wash of face and brushing of teeth and she was deciding what to wear. Nothing too nice cause the dust and grime of the attic and basement would ruin her clothes.
By Gina Harrison5 years ago in Families
There Is No Bitcoin Mystery
He asked me not to use his last name, current photo, or his location, and I promised him that. But the time has come to tell the rest of it. I should start by saying that my nephew, Dane is a genius, as was his father (my brother) and his grandfather (my father.) Many interesting things are born of genius. My brother...Dane’s father, Jason, was a gifted inventor who spoke four languages fluently before full adulthood; one of them, Japanese. So, technically, that’s where this all began.
By Tammy Castleman5 years ago in Families
Following The Numbers
Early to bed, early to rise makes a young mother and daughter healthy, wealthy, and wise! Valentine and Rosie wake every Saturday morning eager to partake in the weekend bonding rituals. For the last five years of Rosie's life, her mommy finishes their errands by visiting their local library. Here a proud Mother watches as her pre-school daughter searches for newer and more exciting reading material printed for children double her age.
By Monica Spurrell5 years ago in Families
Is Crazy Contagious?
A couple of years back, when she was lucid and taking her meds regularly, Joanie opened a savings account for me at the bank. Since I was a minor, her name was on the account too, but I got to keep the passbook. Joanie was not parting with any money so the fifty dollars required to open the account was birthday money from my sister Liv's boyfriend at the time. He was the only one who remembered to get me something. No other deposits were made and the fifty bucks was all that was in there besides the chump change in interest it had accrued. That is, until I came up with a plan.
By Robin Jessie-Green5 years ago in Families
Mavis' Treasure Map
Mavis’ Treasure Map by Sharon Bradley Frances walked slowly back from getting the mail at the end of her driveway, her head hung down in thought. She looked well beyond her years, as if she had the world on her shoulders. She absently adjusted and cleaned off the “Mavis Bookkeeping” sign just outside the house, brushing away the dirt with her bare hands. She looked up, hoping it wouldn’t rain. The weatherman had said it wouldn’t. She used to love the rain, but now, she dreaded it as it meant the leaky roof would start dripping water into the attic. Running up to the attic and emptying buckets was one more responsibility added to her list of many.
By Sharon Bradley5 years ago in Families
Destined by Ancestral Fate
The story dates to 1995, where a little girl called Solomia was born in a small village in Ivano-Frankivsk, Ukraine. Little did she know that her whole life trajectory was going to change based on the following key events: poverty and the desire for a better life elsewhere.
By Xena Kyryk5 years ago in Families
Mothers Tears
Judith chambers was sitting at the kitchen table,her head in her hands,tears streaming down her face,her stomach in knots,A cup of tea going cold untouched. She had been through so many trials in her life, and came through them stronger, She was not a worrier normally,more of a person who faced things directly on,dealt with them, gave herself a shake and moved on. But this was too big for her,if it had been herself she could cope, but when it is your child, and no matter how old they were, two,ten,fifteen or thirty,they were still your child. They had tried everything possible except one thing. And that she could not afford. Mike her nineteen year old son, should be out, with his friends, dating Nice girls, going to clubs,or travelling like his friends to places like Australia,or Thailand. Instead of laying in his bed,to weak to even stand,and wasting away to a shadow. Her son had a rare cancer ,they were told everything had been done in this country, but there was a medical research centre in California, that had amazing results. The problem was they needed twenty thousand dollars ,where would she get twenty thousand dollars? She was a single mother, having raised her son By herself since he was five. Like any good mother she would do anything for her son,even die. She had nothing of any value to sell. They rented the house they lived in,so that was not an option. She worked as a housemaid in one of the hotels for minimum wage she sighed, shook her head and thought she had better get ready for work.Fifteen minutes later she went into her sons room.
By Kathleen Merry5 years ago in Families
Good Day Turned Bad
This is a good day. I just know it. Things are going to start looking up as soon as I get that call. Hurrying down Madison Avenue to grab my lunchtime coffee, I feel my phone buzzing in my purse. A burst of excitement rushes through me. I’m about to be offered my dream job!
By Liana Brunettin5 years ago in Families
