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.'
The Scavenger Hunt
She had lived in the house on 39th street near Seattle for as long as she could remember. But the woods behind her house was Anna's happy place. Weather permitting, she could often be found there after school and on weekends, studying or just sitting and appreciating the seasonal views. If she turned to her left, she could see the back of her house and other houses nearby. If she looked to the right, she could see deeper woods and the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
By Rhonda Schneider5 years ago in Families
Miranda's Botanical Garden
It was all in a dream. The dream which existed for 5 consecutive days conjured the most agony Miranda had ever experienced. She was mourning the loss of her mother. A mother that was stoic and quite shrewd but was the most important being in her life. As an only child, Miranda’s mother instilled the importance of expressive writing and time management, things Miranda failed miserably at. She would do anything for her mother but could not get over the fact her mother’s sudden death left her with no further instructions on life. Her mother was Meredith Ladson, an orator, accomplished author, and scholar. It was much to live up to. Although free from her mother’s discernment, she now desperately craved answers to questions she had never imagined asking. Not one heirloom remained. There were no photos or handwritten notes that Miranda could cling to. Her mother’s home and belongings were ravaged in a fire just weeks before she succumbed to an illness. At 30 years old, Miranda had not become an Attorney, an amazing writer, nor any profession that aligned with her mother’s expectations. She was unmarried and childless, but she exuded love. Miranda loved people, nature, and she lived haphazardly in a way that frightened her mother but was beautiful. Unfortunately, Miranda’s free spiritedness did not prepare her for losing the only constant in her life.
By Martin Bass5 years ago in Families
The little black book challenge
Little Black Book Challenge “The painting” Rose got up at he same time she woke up every day, 5:55 am. It’s like she had a tiny alarm clock installed in her brain, with the exact time, minutes and seconds. She went in the bathroom to wash her face and brush her long brown hair. She was gazing at her reflection in the mirror and noticing her fine wrinkles and were she supposed to have laughing lines, she had sad lines; that reminded her of the sad mouths the clowns paint on their faces.
By Evanna Skartsaris5 years ago in Families
The Sunset Surprise
It turns out I have been living a lie. But I am getting ahead of myself. My name is Danielle Jones. I live in a small town in upstate New York. Some would call it a postcard town. Nothing really ever happens here. Usually you’re born here and you die here. No one usually ever leaves. Everyone knows everyone else’s business. Secrets are something that exists in books or more for the bigger towns and cities. I had none...or so I thought. I grew up thinking my life was an open book. Nothing extraordinary. Good upper middle class family, only child you know the typical boring suburbia.
By Sara James5 years ago in Families
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
