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.
The Little Black Book
Hana plopped down into an empty seat on the metro and settled her bag onto her lap. Despite being only mid-afternoon, her day was almost done. She’d gone into work early to help with stocking and inventory. Now all she had to do was take the red line all the way down to Brookland and then there’d be a bit of a walk for her to get to her tiny apartment near Catholic U. She had come to D.C. to be a student at there. Unfortunately, to afford school, she’d had to work herself to exhaustion, and her grades suffered. She had to drop out.
By Jaime McCauley5 years ago in Journal
The Secret Invitation
A brisk autumn wind whisked up a miniature tornado of fallen leaves as Alexis pulled into her community nature preserve. She brought her aging powder blue beater to a reluctant halt with a crunch of gravel and groan of rusted metal. She thought to herself that those little tornados had always been one of her favorite parts of the season, and must be a fortuitous omen for the day ahead. Gathering up her impromptu portable gardening tool kit with a renewed sense of purpose, she headed out into the park for today's illicit horticultural mission.
By Andrea Anzalone5 years ago in Journal
Cameron
The sky feels different when I look at it now because the last time I saw it, it was filled with smoke and ash. And I instantly wanted to pass out at the fact that no one made it out but me. The only thing I had time to grab was the small black notebook I call my diary. Tattered around its edges and bent along its spine; like we are twins.
By Dead Set On Dreams5 years ago in Journal
The Puzzle
Rich walked down the street, his earbuds tucked snugly into his ears, looping a playlist of his favourite songs. His head was tilted slightly upward, gazing wistfully at the stars. For as long as he could remember, Rich had wondered about the stars. How far away were they? What made them burn? Does each star have its own planets? What about their own “Earth’s”? These were the kind of questions Rich had thought about throughout his younger years. From age six he could name every planet in the solar system and could name their moons by nine.
By Matthew R Rivett5 years ago in Journal
The Secrets of the Black Book
“Hey welcome! I’m glad you could make it! Come in, come in, have a seat! Whew, it’s freezing out there! I can’t believe how much snow has fallen, since we last spoke an hour ago, but I’m glad you made it through this snowstorm, safe and sound. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll take your coat, grab the black book out of the study, and then we can get started. You may have a seat by the fireplace, if you’d like, to warm yourself up! I just put some fresh logs on the fire, so that should last us a few hours. Alright, let me go hang up your coat, grab the book, and I’ll be right back.”
By A World of Expressions5 years ago in Journal
SORAYA'S KEYS
She was holding the key so tightly in her hands, you would be surprised it didn’t cut her. Her hands were wrinkled and reflected an age much older than the number of years she journeyed this earth; her nails, perfectly manicured so as to not betray what she did for a living when she wasn’t at work. When she opened the door, she could feel the thickness of the dust and the mold but relished in them as they were all hers. There were still artifacts from previous owners-a few lamps, armchairs and a dusty black book engraved in gold with the name Soraya. If she were superstitious, it would be easy for her to believe her ancestors bequeathed this home to her.
By Shamaine Daniels5 years ago in Journal
