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.'
Crazy Life
Life has been one tough long road and when I think I'm on top. Nope, I am there for a little while before something else happens and knocks me down. The thing is no matter how hard it gets I get back up, though there have plenty of times it looked better to quit.
By Kimmy Dexter4 years ago in Families
Part of a story I wrote
River woke with a smile on her face every morning. It wasn't always that way though and made it a point to be happy. She moved from New York to Florida to be with a guy she thought she was in love with, but she was wrong. Screw that she learned her lesson in that department.
By Kimmy Dexter4 years ago in Families
New Teen Mom
Hi, your friend Gin is back! I visited with an old middle school friend todayMay 28th, 2020; we spent four hours talking about our days at Connell Jr. High. We talked about names we hadn't heard in years and wondered where life has lead them, hoping that all is well with them and their families. My soul is yearning to contact old school mates; I am not sure why; but I know I need to follow through with it. I have looked up numerous people on Facebook, some successful, some not so successful. I want to thank you again for reading my story. Lets get back to where I left off.
By Virginia Green4 years ago in Families
Spill The Tea
I’m 41 and haven’t lived my life or truth yet. I have been silenced before I was able to speak up for myself. Is it frustrating? Yes. As early as I can remember my voice and opinions were slowly taken from me, slowly placing me not just in a shell, but in a spiral of hate for others and more so hate of my self. It all started when my mom’s got arrested. At the age of 9 I had to be an adult. I had no idea what the world was like; cruel and cold like the C&C sodas I grew accustomed to drinking after awhile, it was all I cold afford; that a $.25 little Debbie cake and a bag of chips back when potatoe chips was a quarter. We called them cheap and cold. It all took place after my mom and I moved into a one bedroom apartment in a townhouse complex. My moms was over protective of me so I was not allowed to play with the neighborhood kids let alone join the local boys and girls club. As the new superintendent my moms was always on call and never home, something like before we moved. After a few a year living there my mother finally allowed me to play outside with the other kids. I was eager to play with the neighbors; they ran a candy store out their house and that was so cool. Back where I was from you had to go to the cellar to buy candy or to old lady Ms Green house. Sometimes her cookies and frozen cool aid cups tasted funny but they had real candy and snacks like a real store. I guess I raved on it so much that gradually I was permitted to visit the neighbors house. Thinking back now I should have been satisfied with my moms strict rules. I persisted so much that it lead up to spending the night over. I thought it was cool to have girls to play with being as though I had no family in this new city we moved to. But that’s when all the youth got sucked out of me. I was trapped. This old lady who presented her self as the sweetest grandma alive had a deep dark hatred inside her. She had the green eyes. Little did I know it at the time, it all unraveled when her husband died.
By Jennifer Solomon4 years ago in Families
High School Years
Hi there, Your friend Gin is here again! Ha, I am a poet and didn't no it!! LOL Seriously I will get on with the story. I am doing my best to try to keep in order; I am sure I may bounce a bit and I apologize ahead of time; when I jump around I will do my best to explain why I did and get back to original topic asap. Thank you for reading my stories I hope and pray that it touches some people and help them in some way or another!!!! BE BLESSED!!!!!
By Virginia Green4 years ago in Families
Absent
ABSENT I held the picture in my hand, the only picture I had left to remember her face. It had been torn, burned, and ripped but I still took it everywhere I went. The woman in the picture that I constantly stared at with longing desperation, is my Mother. Now, I say mother but she didn’t raise me, in fact I have never met her or even heard her voice. A mission or journey I should say is what I embarked on, that scorching summer day in June. Summer in California makes you feel as if your blood is boiling, but I was fixed on her. The woman in the picture, the woman with the dark eyes and Raven Black hair, and I too have these exquisite traits . Up until this day I was made to believe that I was different; Deceived, lied to, and trapped in a life that was truly never mine. On the back of the picture were too small words, Don’s Diner.
By Lauren sosa4 years ago in Families
Bunny Haven
Once upon a time there was a family of bunnies who all lived in a burrow together. They were a family of four, but the runt had died during birth, which was a sad time for the rest of the family. All the family had left was a girl whom they loved so much. The family named their girl daughter Rosalina, because they saw her inner beauty that was like a rose, but she didn't see it in her. One day as she was talking to her parents a question came to her, it was about her little sibling. The question was “Do you remember my little sibling, who passed during birth?” Her parents answered as best they could. They said “ Of course we remember your little sibling, we think about her/him all the time. We miss her/him very much and wish she/him was here with us right now.” Rosalina’s mother said to her “ Always remember passed family members, it will make you feel good about yourself, when you keep their memories alive.” Rosalina’s mother’s name was Spotty because of all her spots. Her father’s name was named Sparky because of the way his coat looks in the sunlight. Later that day Rosalina decided to go lay down, and take a nap to clear her mind…. When suddenly she hears singing like that of an angel. Soon she realized that it was her sibling who had passed during birth, who was coming down in a transparent light that sparkled in the sunshine. Her sibling approached her saying”Rosalina I’ve come to warn you about a group of hunters who are traveling to your land, looking for bunnies to kill and make into bunny stew. You will need to evacuate and find somewhere else to live n the span of four days, or you will surely be killed. Rosalina looked at her sibling extremely shocked plus astonished. Slowly her sibling started to ascend into the sky like a magical light fixtured bubble which was sparkly white in color. Rosalina all of a sudden started to chase after the bubble light and then out of nowhere slipped into a magical source (also known as a portal) getting transported into an alternate universe. It was a place just like her own but completely ruled by bunnies and full of bunnies. She didn't realize it at first, but Rosalina thought this place was sensational, gorgeous, incredible, and beautiful. Later the bunnies introduced their town as Bunny Haven where all bunnies can be free and have a special place.
By Autumn Plumlee4 years ago in Families
Perdido
“I’m lost,” The young boy says again, his small, quiet voice screaming in my head. Forcing me to listen, I look down at him, his dark brown hair falling just shy of his eyebrows, his bed dress a grey colour, drowning him in the material. And his beautiful lapis-lazuli eyes gazing at me with hope. I look away in shame and close my eyes tight to block out the image that is before me. I hold back tears with all my strength, not wanting to show the young one my guilt. As I look back to him, all I see is the edge of the cliff. I turn sharply and see the boy standing behind me, he coughs and I fly backwards off of the edge.
By Saffron Dixon4 years ago in Families