a little something I wrote in freshman year, age 14, 2 years ago. was looking thru my phone and found it ahah         

i surprised myself when I read this omg        

*Facts and Fiction
Distorted beyond control, they are putty in a dictator's hands. Starting solid, the temperature of whispers melts it easily. From ear to ear it spreads, for school assignments or simply for the entertainment of knowing something new. From the time a toddler enters school to the time he/she leaves school for college, stupendous amounts of facts enter his or her brain. Some are absorbed, some are reflected, like the sun's rays. Sometimes, a nasty cloud is there to block the stream of information flowing in. Nothing can prove whether or not the information is true, for facts, like laws of science, must be tested numerous times before accepted into society. Historical facts simply cannot be proven, for no one of this day and age possess the ability to travel back in time. Thus, our generation of teenagers just accept whatever fact we're handed without much suspicion. The media of the present fight for popularity over truth, pulling innocent facts into their argument. 
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I believe the importance of facts is stressed on our current generation. The pressure to uphold what has been done, to prevent our somewhat stable society from tumbling down. The foundation for a successful future is cold, hard facts. Facts that can be proven, not once but hundreds of times. Facts in academics, facts in life, facts in love, and facts in our heart. Some facts are shunned from society from the chaos it will bring, and some are welcomed from the peace it'll uphold. I believe that fiction and fact are separated by a thin line. One can cross that line without feeling the slightest change. Fiction is purposely made to be entirely false, but facts aren't made. They're automatically created within time. It's scary to think that we can control these uncontrollable things. It shows us what society has become like, far worse than the past. And still now we are dreaming of world peace and rainbows, but as we tilt our heads up to the sky, the ground beneath us is rumbling. We avoid its dire need for attention and focus on our wants in life. Our goals, though impossible by all means, rank higher than the world's goals. Humans have embraced selfishness, while lying that selfishness is immoral and should be banished. Already, we are all hypocrites, regardless of the protests.
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How exactly do you tell the difference from facts and fiction, someone asks me. I stutter, for I do not know the essential answer to this critical question. It is the question we are asked as soon as we mature into understanding adults. In this world of trickery and deceit, is there one decent fact out there not tainted by the tentacles of this cruel world? I do not know the answer to this question either because I have not traveled far into the realm of facts, my education is limited, and so is my knowledge. 
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In the library, all the novels are sorted into fiction and non-fiction. The non-fiction, supposedly composed of unalterable "facts". The fiction, composed of pure imagination, not a drop of anything else. Maybe a ripple of knowledge here, and a slash of education there, but nothing more, nothing less. I imagine the non-fiction authors would do weeks upon weeks of research on other non-fiction books to write their own non-fiction books. Thus, if one non-fiction book is falsified, a string of non-fiction books after it will be too. Just one wrong fact, and the entire book is useless. There must be hundreds of books all focused on one topic, and each one summarizes what the previous book mentioned. Thus, each untrue fact unleashes a chain reaction of falsified books based off of that. I don't believe there's any way to stop this, we've gotten too far into this to back down. This cruel world of lying and hate has gotten into us all. It's convinced us all into thinking no other world out there can surpass us, that we are ultimately at the top. But I believe, that is merely fiction.