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.'
Above, Across and Beyond
The air turbulence rocked Diana awake. She had been emotionally devastated by the events that had unfolded over the past year but more so recently. Granny had passed away in her sleep. At 92, it hadn’t been entirely unexpected but coming as it at the end of the most terrible year in Diana’s life, it had deeply impacted her. Only a month ago granny had spoken to Diana trying to give her hope and courage to move on despite her loss. Diana felt less depressed but even granny could not make everything right. The death of her baby had broken Diana’s marriage apart. Her grief had driven a wedge between Steven and her, one that kept getting bigger. Perhaps their relationship had never been strong enough in the first place. The turbulence soon settled but Diana found it difficult to go back to sleep. She still had five hours to kill on this transatlantic flight. She asked the purser for a drink of water then settled back with her blanket to read the little black book granny had left to her. There had also been an accompanying letter explaining her modest bequeathment. She had also made a request.
By Priyadarshini Manay5 years ago in Families
"Money Does Grow On Trees"
It was six months and I know that everyone grieves differently and the length of time for their grieving is different. Was I grieving , yes, of course I was. It had been six months since my mother and father both passed after succumbing to COVID-19. My mother had contracted it first. Two day later my dad was diagnosed. They were both 70 years young and had underlying health conditions. They spent their last days hand in hand with no family allowed because of the pandemic. My mother went first and my father knowing he could not be of this earth without his soulmate left us twenty five minutes later.
By toni englehart5 years ago in Families
Who Says Luck Can't Strike Twice in One Day
Who Says Luck Can’t Strike Twice in One Day? By Joyce K. Faul “How could you? Danielle Marie shouted! You knew that money was intended for the down payment on our next home.” Tears flowed abundantly down her soft pink cheeks. She grabbed a tissue and stormed out the back door, leaving a thick cloud of disappointment hanging in the air behind her.
By Joyce Faul5 years ago in Families
Karma
All her life, Shay was the type of person who looked out for everyone, even giving up her childhood of playing with friends to help raise her brothers and sisters so their parent could enjoy life. She spent her time with her family and pining for the boy next door but he never noticed her. When she finally turned 18, she felt her life would become her own and she could live it the way she wanted. If she knew then what she knew now, she would probably regret making some of the choices she did make but elated her life changed for the better and that she found happiness.
By Jason Bozeman5 years ago in Families
The Jump
So cold and clinical, the feel almost devoid of life. Can’t believe this will be the last place I ever see him—my papa—his mind sharp as a tack but his body too tired to go on. Well, that’s what he told me when they took him away in the ambulance last week… Waiting for my turn to say goodbye…
By Trisha Olsen5 years ago in Families
The Search
Casmin had only just turned eighteen the previous week and already her parents were hassling her to get a job and move out. There were daily arguments about everything and anything- this morning they had argued about the window being left open on the latch, which of course ended with Casmin crying again, a frequent result. She only wanted to listen to the thunderstorm that had begun in the early hours of the morning.
By Carmen Taylor5 years ago in Families
Uncle Arthur
Until about 3 months ago, Uncle Arthur was a man who never feared his actions. It was as if his head bounced off the pillow at dawn, already knowing what the day entailed. When he went to the races, he always won. He never got a big win, but he made £10 here or there, and one time he even won £100. He always spoke about when my father was drafted for the war. Uncle Arthur was always certain he would come home. After a while, our family grew superstitious of what appeared to be luck. He invariably realized the outcome of his plans before they were finished. The rest of the family started asking him if he could help them “see their fate” but every request was faced with a stern no and for whatever reason we never opposed his refusal.
By Matthew Keogh5 years ago in Families
Evolution of a Table
It was their first piece of proper furniture, grown-up furniture Lydia called it, after they’d got married. They were both graduate students, living off tiny grants and part-time jobs, and the table took the pride of place in their miniscule sitting room in the flat they’d found over a chip shop. It smelled of greasy haddock and the windowpanes rattled every time a car went past, but it was their home, and the table was the start of making it so.
By Kate Hewitt5 years ago in Families
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK
She ran her hand through her long hair. Her hair had once been her crowning glory. Now, the once luxurious locks, had lost some of the walnut shine, the grey mixed with white caused the illusion of a lighter color. She kept her hair long almost to her waist; but instead of letting it run free across her shoulders, she usually either pulled it back in a braid or a ponytail. Her eyes betrayed her age. She now required glasses to read and even then, a bright light was needed.
By Sylvia Bennett5 years ago in Families
