Task 1 Cw Non Fiction

1. Everyone Can Get A Fresh Start!
Task #1: Looking Into the Nature and Elements ofCreative NonFiction
Yes, You Can Do It!
Sub-task: Exploring Types or Forms of Creative NonFiction As emphasized in the previous lessons,at the
core of creative nonfiction (CNF) is the truth. It is encompassed in the nature and elements of every
CNF text. The expression of such,however, is done differently per type or form.
In other words, how every CNF text is written varies from one type to another. Autobiographicalwriting,
for instance, is expressed by the same person who experienced the events in thenarrative. Biographical
narratives, on the otherhand, are written by anotherperson.
Eyewitness essays, memoirs, profiles of people/ places, reflectionessays, travelogues and other types or
forms of CNF can either beautobiographical or biographical.
Read the samples on the next page for your reference in your writing journey. Take as much time as
possible to study each material. They could be bases for your own drafts.
INSTRUCTION: On the first box provided above each number, write A if the excerpt below is
autobiographical and B if biographical. Determine further which specific type or form of CNF is explored
below by writing E for eyewitness essay, M for
MEMOIR, P for PROFILE OF A PERSON/ PLACE, R for
REFLECTION ESSAY, and T for TRAVELOGUE on the secondboxprovided above each number.
You were rooted to your seat, hemmed in by fans of formidable lungpower, when the idol himself, one
Randy Santiago, burst onstage pursued by a black mestizo in what looked like Mohawk coif and sexy
clothes. All hell—or was it heaven—broke loose.
-R. Garcellano
- A M [Memoir]
It was something I noticed straightaway I landed, with Filipinos abroad, this terrible caution with the
dollar, as if it were somethingthey worshipped, something that meant a great deal in their lives,something
they were addicted to, to the exclusion of all the other things that back in the old country were more
important, and if you were out together and had stopped somewhere for a bite to eat, they’d begin to get a
little nervous when the time came to paythe bill and they never reached for their pocketbook until you had
pulled out yours. -K. Polotan
-A T [Travelogue]
Their last day in Manila was suspenseful for the Beatles, who didn’t know till the last moment if they
were leaving. The bags were packed, the cars waited, but they sat or paced about in their rooms in
anxiety, waiting for word. Internal Revenue had announced it wouldn’t let the Beatles depart till they had
paid taxes on their earnings here. Their managers and promoters shuttled back and forth, trying to get a
clearance. A surety bond was finally put up. The Beatles learned they could take the 3:30

2. P.M. plane out.
- B M [Memoir]
In the middle ofher homework one day there was a telephonecall for Wendy.She talked into the phone,
then came back. “Who was that?” I asked, thinking it was a classmate.
“Oh,” she said, “the tito.”
“What tito?” I asked (I have only one brother-in-law, and hedoesn’t call Wendy.)
“The tito that’s in the grocery.”
“Who’s that?” I asked. “What does he want?”
“He wanted to know if I had already taken a bath.”
I was alarmed! “Does he call you often?” I asked calmly, notwanting her to get frightened.
“Sometimes,” she said dismissively as if she considered thecaller a pest.
“And what else did he want to know?”
“He wanted to know if I had soaped my hair.”
“What else?” I asked, trembling with fear and rage. Shesighed as if terribly bored with the subject.
-A R [Reflection Essay]
We had no trouble finding
what we needed, but then
again it was what we weren’t
looking for that proved the
more noteworthy: the
gargoyles perched above the
sidewalks, the art-deco
touches in the architecture,
the rusting neon sign at the
old Xor studio. But can we
eat art? It was approaching
noon, we were famished, and
I was desperate for an honest
Chinatown mami-and-siopao
combo. (What, no luscious
fish lips, no abalone, no
pheasant liver in the heart of
Chinatown? We took a
raincheck on the day’s
special at the Fall-in-line
Restaurant which stood right
across the street from the Dos
Chinos, feeling that
something more delicious
had to be just around the
corner. (We paused before
the Mei Chen Shaolin Kung
Fu Research Center,
pondering what its
researchers did for projects:
identify and develop more
fearsomely blood- curdling
yells, perhaps?) Indeed, a
few turns later, we came
upon—what else—the

3. forthrightly-named Delicious
Restaurant, which our feet
and stomachs persuaded us to
take at face value. You know
the kind of place: a street -
corner joint with steamy
windows, thick… drinking
glasses, orangelamps as large
and as bulbous as pumpkins,
gritty floors and even grittier
customers sucking on
toothpicks for dessert. We
took a table beside the
ancient freezer, into which
the cook— rushing from the
kitchen—would stick an arm
now and then for a handful of
pork…
A E [Eyewitness Essay]
By: Azrael Rex B.Anacleto
Subject:Creative NonFiction