SourceIn this post, we'll announce the winners from last week's contest and provide the prompt for the coming week.
We ask that you read our Creative Nonfiction Tips post to learn about the creative nonfiction genre and review our guidelines.
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Thank you to all who participated in last week's prompt Reflection
@arduilcelebren | Dogs Teach Us the Art of Self Reflection
With his wagging tail and soulful eyes, my furry neighbor sees the problems that preoccupy my thoughts. He doesn't care about my appearance, my achievements, or the pressures I face. Or my money. Instead, he focuses on the essence of my being, the kindness in my heart, the love I offer, and the simple joys we can live and experience together. |
@marriot5464 | Melodic Reflections
Heaving a sigh of relief, I finally reached my room, keyed the door and kicked it open to reveal my peaceful sanctuary. I dragged myself in, making sure to shut the door behind me. Without thinking, I kicked off my shoes and let them tumble haphazardly to the floor, I threw down my backpack, letting it fall unceremoniously onto the floor. At that moment I didn't not care about order. I just wanted to be left alone with my thoughts. I walked over to my reading desk, where my beloved music box sat. It was a small, intricately designed red box that played a delicate melody when wound up. |
@ricardo993 | Ascending Beyond
There were seven of us, and none of us knew the way, but we weren't going to go blindly, as everyone thought. I had a map of the route to Pico Naiguatá, and we also watched videos on YouTube to memorize the way. Finally, to know how to get to the entrance of that part of the park, we went there one day before to inspect the area. The day arrived, and the two of us were playing our role as guides. |
@jhymi | The Girl In The Mirror
And though I concede that those outside looking in don’t sometimes understand a situation so their assessment is most of the time wrong, sometimes I feel like they are the ones that see clearly. That they see and understand better the things that you don’t notice since you’re mostly immersed in that bubble. That their emotions are true because you are blind and oblivious to what’s right in front of you. |
@nelson-george | What A Life I've Had
I turned up the volume of the speaker, enough to fill my head with more images of the past as I reflected on it but not disturb my neighbors. It was a walk through the past. I remember how I got all the love and care I needed from my friends and family when I was in the hospital, I could not wish for better friends. |
Our third place winner is @rammargarita, with the story:
Currently in our country, the economic situation has improved, I have recovered my bone mass, since I have increased my weight, reaching the one I had. The expression lines on my skin continue, as they are expressions of my years and I wear them with pride.
Our second place winner is @riverflows, with the story:
It was on a train to Bath that I realised completely that I was okay on my own, and that I did not need a relationship to complete me at all. I remember my forehead pressed to the glass, watching the streaks of leafless trees form black brushstrokes across the landscape as the train sped south and the muddy fields beyond, and closer, my distorted reflection and half smile of happiness. It was better than that. Being on my own was blissful. I could see myself moving through time and space as an intelligent, adventurous and creative young woman, a mother, a daughter, a friend - but not a lover, or a wife. That was, for the first time in my life, more than a reasonable proposition. It left me feeling open to possiblity, and weightless. I realised that I was my own circle, and that I needed no one to draw the other half. I wasn't even a half. I was a whole, complete, beautiful being, desiring for no one.
Our first place winner is @dianelson, with the story:
For the first time, I let her see my pain. As the tears flowed down, I knew I couldn't do it anymore. I had to pick up the shattered pieces and somehow find a way to piece them together. She looked at me, sharing in my pain as the tears also flowed down her cheeks.
On many levels, life is all about connections—how we connect to others and to the elements in our environment.
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