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.'

I did not even had a chance to bid her goodbye'
It was a Sunday afternoon time. I was sitting in the garden and having an butterscotch ice-cream. It was a hot day. On my way I found a black book it looked like a dairy had a hard cover and about 200 pages Year 2001. As i opened the dairy i saw a beautiful picture of two women in it was slightly torn apart but the handwriting was beautiful and clear. I started to read it looked very interesting for me and could not wait to read what was written inside the dairy. I came home and grabbed a cup of coffee and started reading the black book.
By Miss11115 years ago in Families
FOR REASONS BEYOND CONTROL
I thought at first when I was small. Those adults always seemed to speak loudly and because they were taller, they appeared larger than life, intimidating, vicious and relentless. I soon realized calling them that was giving them too much credit. Their boisterous and overbearing attitude is a way to conceal cowardice. When confronted, they scare easily and like rats scurrying back into the gutters. They do not deserve being held in such high esteem, because such attribute is far beyond their limited capabilities and will power, something they could never achieve and do not even know exists. They remain indifferent; weaklings who excuse their narrow-mindedness with words of serenity and logic to explain the inability for wanting more and expecting more. Conformism is always excused as the will of a god and hardships are always caused by the government. They deceive themselves into believing in a reward afterwards, peace and contentment that will be placed at their feet by some deity, something that they know it is not true. Otherwise, they would be happy and always content with the crumbs they possess and must survive with. They know deep in their hearts they are barely surviving and rejoicing for nothing, only enjoying brief moments of glee that soon are overshadowed by a harsh reality of needing and wanting. They feel oppressed by those small abodes they occupy, continuing to add inhabitants because they cannot control themselves and see their already small portions being reduced by yet another mouth. They cannot breathe; too many lungs seek the precious oxygen from a space already crowded. Movement is hindered by overcrowding. They cannot stretch, condemned to a packed space where they cannot express what they feel, for voicing such words would take away the space they detest but cannot escape. They cannot say what they feel, and if they think it, they do not reveal it, for such utterances may cause great grief. Religion is used as an excuse for remaining in an unsatisfactory status quo — the foundation for all religions, otherwise how could nature maintain its evolutionary perfection?
By Pedro A. Idarraga5 years ago in Families
Footprints in the Snow
It's cold tonight, and quiet. Nothing but the ticking of the clock on the wall. The old familiar melody of time. Monotonous in it's arrangement, yet a tune I've come to know well. It snowed about two inches today. On top of the snow we had earlier this week, it will be quite the feat if Jennie gets here tomorrow. It's been a long winter...or has it? I suppose here's where I intereject that for the last two years I've had, what my family has insisted, is the onset of Alzheimers. If it weren't for my journaling I'd be reliant on others telling me what's going on. And even still, I find myself starting a new page, in the middle of a thought, when it's as if the ink has left my pen. It takes me a while to remember to even return to the previous page to collect my story. But right now, I'm having a moment of clarity. I feel somewhat my old self tonight. It's a shame I have no one to share it with but this old dusty journal.
By Leah Nicole Yoder5 years ago in Families
2:22 AM
I had lived with my grandma and grandpa for years, and everyday, everything was always the same. Until one night, it wasn't. Sounds dramatic, I know, but think about it- when you are a kid with no siblings, living in the middle of no where, it all becomes drastic when things go left.
By JayMarie5 years ago in Families
The Mouse and the Barn Owl
Carrie was sick of the snow. Two days of shivering and nearly starving were plenty. Had she not skillfully removed the cheese wedge from the mouse trap, she would have starved. She could tell by the cramps and pains that labor was close at hand. To add to her misery, a barn owl had made its way into the barn.
By Jim Clevenger5 years ago in Families
Lost and Found
My wife was struggling through labor with my daughter. The doctors told us it's causing too much stress on our little girl who was to be born, and that one of them will not make it. I didn't know what to do or how to stay strong for my wife while she was battling to keep them both alive. I stayed by her side the whole time, it gave her the strength needed. We had a child, Sova.
By Sonny jacobs5 years ago in Families
Where the Purple Mushrooms Grow
Spying a mouse scurrying along a wall, the barn owl lifted his wings and launched silently into the night air, flying arrow-true to the empty space where he and the quarry should soon converge. But at the last possible moment, the mouse dove into a hole in the wall as the owl’s talons closed and he coughed in frustration.
By John Cox5 years ago in Families
The Barn Owl
It was autumn the day she died. It wasn’t cold like the depths of autumn can get around here, but certainly passed the line of summer. Like a true change of the season, it rained in the morning and had a chill in the air that made me think it might be time to start putting away the furniture on the back patio. By the afternoon though, the sun was out but the air was crisp. Yellow and burnt orange leaves had already started their descent and I made my way to the barn outback to get the rake and start the dreaded seasonal chore.
By Irene Dube5 years ago in Families
The Owl That Took Me There
It was miserably cold but as he kept his hands around my waist, I couldn’t help but feel warm and secure. Now, most people (if they knew) would ask me why are you sharing your soul with 1. Someone you barely know. 2. In such an odd place? My reason is exceptional. Sexual intercourse is my stress reliever. It takes my mind off particular things that trouble me. I know it comes off as slutty but what people don’t know won’t hurt them, right? Especially my brother if he ever found out I was having casual sex, or sex period he would-
By Madison Charmaine5 years ago in Families
Blood Jewel Hills
MAGIC ISN'T ALWAYS FAIRY DUST Boozizi woke up before the sun peered over the hills. The tiny chi-mah-shas chirped loudly from the window, echoing their soothing songs throughout his room. Chi-mah-shas were colorful songbirds with chirps that harmonized eventfully; during mating season their songs were celebratory and soothing like a symphony. Boozizi took a deep breath and stretched. His bones cracked, releasing tension.
By Jalisa Moonstone5 years ago in Families
The Tiniest Mouse meets mrs Too
I am going to tell you the story of a little mouse that lives under the seat in our garden. It is not an ordinary seat but a row of garden slabs propped on a small wall of bricks and then against the house extension. It ended just before the kitchen door on the right and where the bricks met the wall there was the tiniest of holes and this is where Mrs M lived with her husband and babies.
By Suzanne Harvey5 years ago in Families
Bold Silence
The silence of night’s eerie nature brings forth a desire to take a stroll down the paths commonly used by cyclists and joggers during the active day. As I walk along the path that leads to the park. I use the time effectively, and while relaxing I consider the options and opportunities for me to evaluate in my life. Walking with focused thoughts on how I should cultivate my ambition further than what I am currently doing.
By Natasha P.5 years ago in Families