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10.1

My old whining mother called again. She was in hospital again!

Oh my god!

Jesus!

I mean I love my mom, of course! But mother, you don’t have to go to the fucking hospital every time when you just get a small cold! And even get a bed there?! Mom! You just get a cold!

Oh my god!

Mom, I understand you don’t want to die at an age of 100, and you really care about your health. But it’s just too much to go to hospital every time you just get a cold!

I’m already 76 myself! I can’t always stay at the hospital at night to be around!

And you hate my partner! He can’t even be there together with me when I was in the hospital to keep you accompany. Who’s gonna keep my accompany when you are asleep? And you do sleep a lot!

I know you never accept the truth that I’m a gay man, and you really want some grandchildren. But that’s just who I am! You need to face it! Robert respects you, so he didn’t want to force you to accept as a family. But mom! Come on! Be mature! You are already 100!

OK. Now I’m heading to hospital in the ridiculous snow! I wish there’s a car run out from the corner and kill me!

I didn’t feel writing someone out of my experience was particularly hard. It was actually less restrictive for me because I didn’t keep thinking about my experience. I could write whatever and imagine all the possibilities. It was very fun writing something like this. I always loved to imagine other people’s lives, the ones that were completely different with mine.

But the problem was I don’t think this was completely out of one’s experience. I felt like some components of the story definitely came from somewhere. For example, I saw a gay man in the bus, then I imagined his life and formed a story. But I could never really know his feelings if his family didn’t accept that fact and his struggles. I could not really empathize with him, so I don’t know if the reader of my paragraph would really understand such feelings since even I had no idea. So I changed the emotion to a general one that I knew and I understood; some people over-exaggerating.

I wouldn’t say my story was completely out of my experience then? I’m not sure. I believe most feelings are mutual for everyone, I just subbed it on some character I don’t know in real life.

#5f-2 #prompt 10.1

ucdfictionalthings

1. Fiction externalizes my imagination. 2. Writing is an adventure that allows me to explore my life and world. 3. Good writing makes me think or feel. 4. Bad writing is an opportunity for improvement. 5. Stories offer new ways of thinking about familiar experiences.

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I really like your definition of all the concepts. I definitely agree that fiction is a product of imagination of real life. And writing is absolutely an adventure of understand ourselves better. I wrote a similar things on good writing, which makes readers empathize. I especially like your interpretation of a bad writing, an opportunity. That’s very nice and positive of you! I really appreciate this sentence. I usually feel that a bad writing is hopeless. And yes, stories always show another option of one’s life.

#5f-2 #prompt 9.3

9.1

1. She saw his message to his friend saying that she’s a whore. 2. She saw his message to his friend saying that she’s a whore when she’s viewing the pictures on his phone of their trip. But, he’s her best friend!

#5f-2 #prompt 9.1

ucdfictionalthings

8.1

Here lies the beloved wife, the loving mother, and the dearest daughter.

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The tomb was covered by grass already.

No one ever came.

#5f-2 #prompt 8.3

ucdfictionalthings

Revolver

He grew tired of the noise he heard coming the apartment across the hall.

*Bang*

He would never have to worry again.

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“Bang!”

Finally!

My peace and quite was back!

#5f-2 #prompt 8.3

8.2

Ashley Yu is currently a UC Davis student majoring in biomedical engineering. She loves fantasy and romance. She plays piano and violin and enjoys classical music very much. She also speaks several different languages and loves to learn new ones. She wants to work in a publishing company someday, either being a editor or a translator. She wants to bring the world more beautiful works.

#5f-2 #prompt 8.2

whitmbrown-blog1

Form

Hello?

Hi, Mom, it’s me.

Hi Julie! Sorry I’m in the middle of making pizzas, we have the Andersons and the girls over for dinner tonight. How are you? Are you going to see Mark this weekend?

Uh, I’m okay, and yeah, I’m actually on the way. I’m stuck in traffic.

Yeah? I bet the weather’s nice, are you guys going to the beach tomorrow?

I don’t know, probably, I guess.

Is everything okay? You sound sad.

I don’t know, Mom…

Okay, hang on, let me get out of the kitchen. One second, honey, I’m walking upstairs. Okay, what’s wrong?

Well I’ve just been feeling…I don’t know…like I don’t want to do long-distance with Mark anymore. But I know it will hurt him so much if I end it and I’m really scared.

Oh, no. Well, do you think you can tough it and maybe move closer to him? Would that help?

That’s the thing, I don’t want to move to be with him…so all I can see of our future is distance and it just doesn’t really feel worth it to me. I hate having to go see him every weekend and I know I shouldn’t be feeling that way.

Oh, wow, okay. Yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean, if he was the one you’d be willing to make those sacrifices.

Mom, I don’t think like that.

I know, but if he was you would want to go see him all the time.

Sure, whatever.

So are you going to end it?

I think I have to. I don’t know, I guess I’ll just see how I feel when I get there.

Yeah, he’ll be receptive, just tell him how you feel and see what he says. Trust your gut, though, you always know what you want. Do what’s best for yourself, okay sweetie? I should get going back to the pizzas, will you be okay?

Yeah, thanks Mom, I’ll be fine. I should get off the phone anyway.

Okay, good luck. I love you.

Love you too, Mom. Tell everyone I say hi.

Will do, Jules. Drive safe and stay in touch. Call me tomorrow if you need.

K, bye Mom.

Take care, honey.

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I really like the conversation that you wrote about Julie and her mom. It’s just sometimes girls don’t realize how important their mom is until certain age. I talk to my mom about these stuff too, so I felt really familiar and related. I like it very much in the beginning and the ending part, but I just felt the middle part, which Julie was discussing her relationship with Mark happened a little bit too fast. It seemed like she already made the decision but she just not felt well so she called. I was expecting her mom to help her straight things up. I don’t know if that’s what you want. But besides that, the conversation seemed very real and interesting. I really enjoyed it!

#5f-2 #prompt 7.3