Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Nonfiction Category.
By Madeleine Camilli
It was an extraordinary dream. Perhaps the best I’d ever felt. It was impossibly realistic, and the very ambiance of reality was whisked away by the clouds’ melancholic requiem. Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Nonfiction Category.
By Ute Carson
There had not been such a brilliant autumn in recent memory. Even though it was already September, a month which usually brought dense fog and rain to the port city of Hamburg, this year the temperature was deceptively mild and dry. Margret and I had the door to our balcony wide open. The row houses where we shared a flat were shoulder-touchingly close and noises from neighboring balconies drifted in. It was the beginning of the fall semester, our second year at the university. We were architecture students, a field that promised plenty of opportunities in the early sixties. We lay stretched out on the floor on our stomachs, drawing. Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Nonfiction Category.
By Carmen Pe’gues Early
Sometimes our best friends are friends we never knew we had.
Almost two summers ago, my husband and I, were told we were expecting twins. A former doctor had warned us a few years earlier that I should look into getting a hysterectomy, after a near death experience that caused me to have a stroke at the age of 34. It was way too risky to have any more children after my son was born. Becoming pregnant again could cause me to make my husband a widower and leave our four children motherless. Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Nonfiction Category.
Open your testing booklets. My heart pounded at the prospect of a new picture prompt. Excitement tingled through me, down to the soles of my cheap white tennis shoes.
Look at the photograph below. The booklets had a black and white photo printed on one page; we were instructed to think about the image presented to us and write a story based on what we saw and imagined. An image of a boy sitting in a tree, to my classmates, invoked the very boring “one day there was a boy sitting in a tree…” Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Nonfiction Category.
By L.C. Nate
A little while ago, I asked a student this question. “If we added one more hour in a day, will there be enough time to do everything we needed to do?” She said no. How many times have I heard people say, “If I had only one more hour, I could have finished the job.” Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Nonfiction Category.
By Victoria B.
Unbeknownst to all, I learned to read. While the teacher was still droning away to my classmates about the letters of the alphabets, I had already been long acquainted with the solidarity that weaves written signs together in their infinite combinations and marvelous sounds. I read as if deranged, at first in hiding, and then, once it seemed to me that the normal amount of time to learn one’s letters had elapsed, freely for all to see. However, I was careful to conceal the delight and yearning that reading afforded me, frightened of further agitating my already wary teacher. Nonetheless, the feeble child had somehow already become a hungry soul. Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. nonfiction Category.
By Holly Helscher
I disintegrated. A parched, barren world cast in hues of brown ended in a pale blue horizon unblemished by a single cloud. Then nothing. Elbows to thighs, I grabbed my bangs and pulled. What madness had made me agree to transfer to a place where cacti and coyotes replaced bushes and squirrels? Throughout my new house, the white walls that separated white ceilings from white floors mesmerized me into a captivity from which I could imagine no escape. The twelve idea books that littered the coffee table only strengthened the thrall.
Where was I? Continue Reading
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By Lucille Bellucci
Pinky is a tortoiseshell kitten from next door who pursued me until we caught each other. This is also the story of her mother and siblings and sundry other critters. Doubt no more – cats do have souls as well as heart. Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Nonfiction Category.
By Jeff Tikari
At times most of us have wondered why god created us and the purpose of our life on Earth. Is there a purpose; is there a duty we are required to perform; an aim or goal to work towards; a common destiny? Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Nonfiction Category.
By Sarah Du
I consider myself fortunate to have been raised in a city where I could play wall-ball in the school yard with children of various ethnicities and backgrounds. While I did spend time with the other Asian boys and girls at my elementary school, I found interest in what was unique and different which led me to become best friends with one of few white girls in my class; your standard “all American girl” with blonde eyes and blue hair. Continue Reading
