Creative Nonfiction Prompt #132

Creative Nonfiction in The Ink Well Prompt #132

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Welcome to The Ink Well's weekly creative nonfiction prompt!

In this post, we'll announce the winners from last month's contest and provide the prompt for the coming week.

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We ask that you read our Creative Nonfiction Tips post to learn about the creative nonfiction genre and review our guidelines.

Last Week's entrants

Hive account@zerah, with the story:

Kind Wind

"Oh yes. It whispers. It is that tiny voice within us that tells us to be kind to others. Then when we are kind, it carries this kindness along. Distributing it to others, making the world a better place."

Curator's comment :

Zerah masterfully threads this story together, using a good balance of show and tell, as she invites us into the world of mama Chinnedu again. Delightful, evocative, heartwarming.

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Highlighting Hive account@fashtioluwa, with the story:

The Prayer Experiment That Works Like Magic

went to the bus stop, and just like the day before, a friend covered my transport fare. At school, I mentioned to Itunu that I hadn't eaten, and she immediately dragged me to the bukka, insisting she owed me for lending her my notes.

Curator's comment :

Fashtioluwa offers an interesting, realistic example of ordinary "magic" that might affect one's everyday life. F prayed for simple things like lunch and transport money, which were provided. F thought it was God listening to his personal pleas, but his sister put him to rights, explaining that it's the "aura" of good that God spreads rather than a personal gift. Really sweet and well written.

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Highlighting Hive account@marriot5464, with the story:

The Rain That Listens

The sky looked gloomy, thick grey clouds. It kept rumbling like an angry deity. I just stepped out of the office and everywhere smelled of damp earth. A weird smell I loved inhaling. I kept sniffing the weird scent in the air as I quickened my step. Uyo weather was unpredictable. One minute, it was sunny, and the next, it was as if the heavens were letting down its wrath on the surface of the earth.

Curator's comment :

Hive account@marriot5464 writes a very nice story of creative non-fiction. Under a heavy threat of rain he leaves his work while everyone around him is running because of the imminent threat. A lady is worried and he assures her, to calm her down, that it will not rain at this time. Talking, they arrive near their respective houses. They are neighbors. A minute after they are safe, the storm hits. A very well told story that we finish reading with a smile on our faces.

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Highlighting Hive account@nancybriti1, with the story:

The magic of "Sana, sana, colita de rana"

Grandma also knew prayers, ones that cured tiredness, fatigue or worms. She only said them on Tuesdays or Fridays and depending on the moon.

Curator's comment :

That grandmothers have a special magic is a universally acknowledged truth. It is this truth that nancybriti1 describes in her story,*Sana, Sana,Colita de Rana*. The author's grandmother would recite this phrase when the children were hurt. Without fail, healing would commence. One time, the author fell from a tree. The author's sister recited the words, but no magic healing ensued. Only when grandmother arrived and recited the incantation did healing begin. This story is lovely. It has the charm of innocence and the magic of love.

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Highlighting Hive account@popurri, with the story:

They herald the rains

The arrival of the rains brought with it all the good things: the fresh air, the smell of wet earth, playing in the street with my sisters, barefoot, getting wet in front of my house, jumping over every little puddle of water, making little paper boats and throwing them into the canal to watch them sail until they slowly sank under the weight of the water, which faded the drawings I had colored on the paper.

Curator's comment :

This story by popurri is wonderfully lyrical and rich in descriptive nuances. The writing literally carries one away into similar memories, which we all have but are not as eloquent as P is in sharing. P is particularly good at showcasing the powerful feelings and joy that very simple experiences can evoke. The story focuses on the excitement and childish wonder the cicadas caused our author every time they appeared to herald the rain. So sweet!

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