fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the lesser known truths in the corporate culture of Journal.
Mr. Tiny's Will
I really didn't feel out of place, being here at the reading of Mr. Tiny's will. Other coloreds was here - not just the light skinned ones either. three of them was dark. Lawyer Judd said I was to be here. Maybe he told them the same. Three of his immediate family was sitting up front at the desk and the rest was distant relatives, cousins nieces and nephews. Just hoping that they could leave this place in a better situation. Now, I have been here longer than anybody in the room even Mrs. Tiny. I was an old woman when Mr. Tiny brought her home to marry. And then the children was born, Daniel Jr. and Adam Moses.
By Nelly Black5 years ago in Journal
The End of the World As We Know It
6/23/2024 I was scavenging today. I found an old record player. I plugged it into the solar converter and it worked. So I went back into the abandoned zone even deeper, trying to remember where the music store had been. On the way I found some canned pumpkin pie filling. I am looking forward to using it when I make my bread and pressing it with my tongs in the space heater I have at camp.
By Catherine Berendsohn 5 years ago in Journal
A story of memories
The next day I woke up and I saw a car in the front yard, and I knew this car. I have seen this car before when I was at nans home, it was my grandpa’s car. And as soon as I realized it, I ran to that car and found my nan walking out of the car. I started crying badly, for had wished to be taken away from that place, and she answered. I was leaving that community, but I felt bad for the other kids who still had to live there. So, before I left, I gave my respects to those from around the fire place. I left moments later. Driving off in my grandparents’ car. Once I left, I felt relieved, released, liberated, freed and rescued from a prison.
By Tyrhys Wilson5 years ago in Journal
Don’t forsake Your Old Friends
When I was in High School, one day, I was bluffing my elder cousin showing myself as a studious scholar. I was carelessly playing with the pages of an English Grammar and Composition Book written by some incompetent author. Who plagiarized the list of idioms and proverbs from J.C. Nesfield. By chance, I saw a saying, “Don’t forsake your old friends.” As I read, I was scared. Because till then, some of my friends of the diaper and underwear era had been lost unconsciously. I was worried about how to reconnect my link with those friends.
By I. R. Pathak5 years ago in Journal
Why Real Madrid is better than this Season
Real Madrid won 2 trophies last season one was Supercopa de España and another one was the league title (La Liga). This season they lost in the semi-final of Supercopa de España against Atletico Bilbao, Lost in the semi-final against Chelsea, lost the title on the last day!
By Ankit Bahukhandi5 years ago in Journal
When Words Bear The Resemblance Of Our Minds On That Particular Moment
Somedays, I wonder about the energy that passes on every day, from people walking outside, from the smile on my partner’s face, the days that are getting a bit longer in this part slowly. Sometimes, it is just an expression of frustration, venturing emotions, crying outrages, and unuttered silence moments.
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Journal
Shoes on a Beach
My shoes were soaked again. Another beautiful beach walk where I could not help but run through the water with my shoes on. Too cold to take them off but nice enough to try; I had ruined so many shoes that way. Who could resist a beach? Not me, whenever I could, I made my way to the golden sand minutes away from my cottage.
By Ewa Ritchie5 years ago in Journal
Caged and Framed: Part Two
James took the first bus to Aunt Heather's house. It was almost like walking into another world. Where people were once crammed in for a place to sit, cartridges stood and sat two meters apart from each other, and all of them wore facemasks. It was a different world he was used to. He knew everything would be different from the white walls and bars, but nothing like what he saw.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Journal
First Dream Date
First Dream Date It had been five years since I had moved back home after Aunt Tammy passed. She had taken me in and raised me after mom passed and I had been grateful. I took it hard when Aunt Tammy died. We were super close. During these five years, I had always had a feeling she was here, watching over me. I knew Aunt Tammy would never hurt me and there was peacefulness and security in that.
By Cecilia Alvarez5 years ago in Journal
