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.'
FOR REASONS BEYOND CONTROL
Naming the location where everything that follows took place would only exonerate other places just as culpable of atrocities such as those described here and perhaps worse. You might say, “Oh see, that’s not us, that all happens in other places.” No, what follows is an eye-opener to the disregard of basic human decency that is ignored by those who perpetrate brutalities daily. These culprits either choose to remain ignorant or close their eyes to what transpires right underneath their noses. They turn a blind eye because they have resigned themselves to a status quo of cowardice that keeps them precariously safe in an existence riddled with misery, hopelessness, and ignorance.
By Pedro A. Idarraga5 years ago in Families
Ghost Girl
When I was five or six years old, my parents got me my first ten-speed bicycle. Obviously, it was way too big for me but that was the way I got things like that since we were not well off. Needless to say, I had issues learning to ride it. My dad didn't exactly have patience and usually, after just a few tries and failures, he would give up and put my training wheels back on. This time I asked if he could leave them off and that I would learn on my own but one day I got some help.
By Onyx Perth5 years ago in Families
Folklore
In ancient times there was a farmer named Toba who was alone in a gentle and fertile valley. The farmer works the rice fields and fields for his living needs. Apart from working on his farm, sometimes the man went fishing to the river which was not far from his house. Every time you fish, you can easily get fish because there are lots of fish in the clear river. He cooks the fish to eat.
By Daniel Pratama5 years ago in Families
The Day I Killed The Devil....
Age 8 Just then we heard a commotion outside and ran to the window. It was a fight, but because where my grandmother lived was considered the ghetto a fight wasn't unusual. We went out to the front porch ,because we were on the top level, to see who it was.
By Lord Octavius Gladney5 years ago in Families
'Oldest' Baby Ever Born Is a 28-Year-Old Record-Breaker Almost as Old as Her Mother.
'Oldest' Baby Ever Born Is a 28-Year-Old Record-Breaker Almost as Old as Her Mother. An infant born in Tennessee can lay claim to being the oldest baby born, in that she is believed to be the greatest suspended embryo ever successfully delivered at live birth.
By Get Value Daily5 years ago in Families
The Long Odd Package
It’s Summer Vacation! Bob and Alice are packing to visit the seashore with Mama, Daddy, Uncle Jack and Aunt Evelyn. They own a bungalow there. Uncle Jack and Mama went ahead with everyone’s trunks to open the bungalow. Today, Bob and Alice will meet Daddy at the train station for their trip there. Aunt Evelyn will come later.
By Merrie Jackson5 years ago in Families
Sweet Winter
Morning “Mrs. Baxter?” The young woman knocked softly on the screen door. “May I come in?” Cora Baxter, who had been snoozing lightly in the warm sunlight filtering in through the living room window, took her time to get up from her chair by the heat register and walked slowly to the front door. The hardwood floors creaked under the weight of her shuffle. As she approached the front door, she had to squint her eyes to try to discern her afternoon visitor.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Families
Best Thing in My Life
“Who is this.” I asked my mom as I stared up at a very tall stranger. He had short dirty brown buzz cut hair and these magnificent green eyes. They almost looked like emeralds when you looked at them in the sunlight. He had on a brown button up coat with a black hood in the back. Along with blue jeans that had rips in them, and parts had faded so much that they looked white rather than blue. He was wearing some black running shoes that looked worn down. His face was very sharp and clean cut with no facial hair along with cherry red lips that was complemented by his small nose. His ivory skin glistened in the sunlight. I only reached up to his belly button because of how tall he was. Who are all these people? Everyone around me is very tall and white they all look the same except him. “Who is he.” I'm asking my mom at five years old, very curious about all the people around the fire that the men had made. In front of the little chop shop on the big space of land that these people owned I stare at the boy that is not like anyone I see.
By Kimberly Diehl5 years ago in Families
