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. Fiction Category.
By Elizabeth Cunnane
Joseph’s uncle ran a glass-blowing studio and Joseph had spent most of his weekends for the past year or so in there watching the team of men working. Saturdays they were open to the public and sometimes there were a lot of people so he’d have press himself into the small gaps in the crowd in order to see what was going on. He liked the heat, and the smell of smouldering newspaper. 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. Fiction Category.
By Alex Kario
“This belonged to your father. He would have wanted you to have it.” Without any further explanation, I was handed a tiny globe supported by a rusty iron frame. Faded hues of blue, red, and yellow graced its handsome surface. Tiny inscriptions announced the names of its distorted continents and misconstrued oceans in a language completely alien to me. I placed it on a shelf where it stood out like a somber shadow among my vibrant, happy playthings. It became an object of mystery and wonder that haunted my childhood. Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Fiction Category.
By Brent A. Middleton
Chester’s mom gave him one final, tight embrace before setting him down and letting him embark on his first great adventure out into the world. Chester smiled, gave her a peck on the cheek, and turned to face the destiny that lay before him in this strange new land. Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Fiction Category.
By Ray Margulies
Lanny Kalish was dead. He had died in an automobile accident near Detroit. A doctor at the Michigan hospital signed the certificate, took the usable organs as per instructions on Lenny’s driver’s license and sent the remains to Toronto. Continue Reading
Qualified Entry, Second pixelhose Writing Competition. Fiction Category.
By Eugene Chun
People who romanticize Van Gogh –like Madness mostly likely have never met him. He’s not the easiest guy to get along with. And he comes out of the blue, when you least expect him to. Most sophisticated aficionados praise the insanity…the intensity…the originality…that’s because they never met Madness…if they did they would think twice about adoring him. I never adored him because I know what he’s really like. 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 Tina de Lemos
Hi, my name is Tina. I am a lost soul. My words don’t count. My screams don’t speak even in the stillest and most silencing moments of the night. My dreams and desires have been pushed over a cliff. And yet I travel. No matter how weary or tired I am, I travel. Continue Reading
