LITR 3731 Creative Writing Report for class week of March 21. Dr. White, This is my report for the class week of March 21st. Responding to Webpage The fiction pieces continue to amaze me. I like Bonnie’s piece, I couldn’t wait to see what happened to Lucy’s “fat” face and hoped that her boss would get what was coming to him, but I guess that comes in a later chapter. Communicating with online student Wow, Devon definitely covered what was talked about in class. I thought it was nice for Devon to give statements in class as well as her take on things. It really helped to get and idea of how my fellow peers feel about things and look at a piece of writing. I agree with the statements that Devon made about the happy ending and the feeling of closure it tends to give a reader. Where as a sad or ugly ending leaves the reader wondering what is going to happen and there is no closure. My Work in Progress I don’t want to give away the ending yet, I am still trying to decide how to work it in a way that makes sense and flows well. But here is what I have now. I have a feeling that after I complete the story I will have to go back and take out some of the dialect, so it doesn’t seem like I’m rambling on and on. I plan on finishing the fiction piece today and sending it out to be critiqued by my peers. Memories
June enjoyed her morning ritual, at exactly 5:45 a.m. she
woke up, put on her fluffy, red terrycloth robe, raised all the curtains to let
the maximum amount of sunlight into the house, and went to the kitchen to
prepare lunches for her family. After the hustle and bustle of
the early morning was over and everyone was off for the day, June fixed herself
a large cup of Chi latte and went out onto the back deck to take in some of the
country weather and wildlife before beginning her busy schedule. She always kept
3 bird feeders and 2 squirrel feeders stocked and loved watching them flutter
and scamper around in the morning breeze. This particular morning June was
giggling at the squirrels chasing each other in the trees above her when the
phone rang. A quaint smile came across June’s lips; she already knew who it
was. Three nights ago a young man had come to their home to ask June and Dustin
for their daughter’s hand in marriage. Mabel had left for college three years
ago and quickly fell in love with Dan. June and her husband knew it would only
be a matter of time before the two of them would be sharing a life together. The
night Dan had visited he had shared his plans to pop the question on the
upcoming Sunday night, so when Monday rolled around June expected to get a call
from a very excited Mabel. Before June could even get out a
greeting she heard a very ecstatic voice on the other end, “Mom, you will
never believe what news I have for you!” “What news is that, honey?”
June answered, knowing good and well what news Mabel had, but not wanting to
ruin her moment. Quickly Mabel responded, “Well,
last night Dan surprised me with a candle light picnic at the city park. He had
a quilt for us to sit on, soft music coming from his pickup, and after we ate we
danced in the moonlight for hours. Mom, it was so romantic…” June was so excited for her
daughter, but as Mabel continued to share her perfect evening, June just
couldn’t help but let her mind drift off to the night her first love, Paul,
had dropped to one knee and asked for her hand in marriage. Paul knew how much
June loved nature, and had planned a romantic weekend camping in the mountains.
They drove the short trip to the cabin he had rented and quickly unpacked their
things to allow for enough time for a stroll through the woods. June remembered
being so surprised that Paul knew her so well to bring her to such a perfect
weekend destination. As June continued to fall back into the memory she could
almost smell the sweet mountain breeze that surrounded them as they had walked
that evening. All of a sudden a flash of horror
came over June’s face and she gasped, but was quickly brought back to reality.
“Mom! Mom? Are you there?
Hello, Mom? What’s going on?” Mabel questioned. “Nothing, honey. I’m fine.
Now tell me more about your wonderful night with Dan.” June assured. Mabel continued her story, but
June wasn’t fine. Her mind quickly drifted off again, not to the wonderful
weekend she had been thinking of before, but instead to the terrible night that
often haunted her dreams. June and Paul had been dating for three years and
engaged for six months when she began to notice a change in Paul. The kind,
sincere, man she had fallen in love with had become quite defensive every time
June tried to talk to him. As her memories became more vivid, June felt the same
disturbing feeling in her gut as she had the night it all came to a climax, and
June began to cry. “Mother, I know you are not
fine! Tell me what is going on? Is it Dan or the engagement? Mom, just be honest
with me, what is going on?” a concerned Mabel pleaded. June had almost forgot she was
holding the phone, “Honey, I am so excited for you and Dan. I know you are
going to have a wonderful life together and…” “Mom, don’t try to pull one
over on me. I can tell you are upset, so spill” Mabel said indignantly. June knew she wasn’t going to
get out of this conversation without telling her daughter the truth. “Mabel, do you think you can
come over and we will talk about this over some coffee?” June asked. “I’ll be right there.”
Mabel said as she hung up the phone. Thirty minutes later, Mabel was
sitting at the kitchen table looking eagerly into her mother’s face waiting to
hear what had upset her so much on the phone.
June knew she had to tell Mabel the truth, so she began her story.
“Mabel, you know your father
wasn’t’ my first love, right?” June asked. “Of course, you have told me
about Paul, the man you were engaged to before Dad, but he died in a car wreck,
right? Is that what this is all about?” Mabel questioned. “Well, I was not completely
honest with you. I have never shared with you the whole story.” June stated.
June began to tell Mabel about the change in attitude that had come over
Paul, and the confusion and disturbances she constantly felt.
She continued to tell Mabel that she had told Paul she could not love a
man who acted the way he did and broken off the engagement. June paused as her
mind continued to wonder deeper and deeper into the awful memory.
“Mabel, I killed him!” June
blurted out. She looked up only to see a surprised and doubtful expression on
her daughters face. “What?” Mabel finally said. So June began to tell Mabel
everything else that took place the night she broke off her engagement with
Paul. “Paul was really mad when he
left the house and I began to worry about him so I left to go look for him.”
June continued. June remembered every detail of
that night, she continued to tell Mabel how she looked for Paul at his
apartment, his favorite bar, his parents house, but never could find him. “And then it happened…”
June began to cry. “I had given up on finding him and decided to go home and
try calling him in the morning after he had time to cool off. Mabel, I was
really upset and I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention to the road.” By
this time June was sobbing so hard Mabel could hardly understand her mother. “Mabel, all of a sudden
something was in the middle of the road and I didn’t see it in time. It was
Paul. I hit him with my car and he died instantly.” June finished. There was a long pause as Mabel
looked deeply into her coffee mug, as if there was a hidden message inside. “Mother”, Mabel said, “Why
are you telling me this now?” June looked at her daughter and
in a meek voice, she said, “Because I had always promised myself I would tell
you who your real father was before you were walked down the aisle.”
Mabel didn’t know what to
think, was her mother serious. Dustin, the man she loved and called dad, was not
her real father? “Mom, does Dad know about this?
Why are you telling me this now?” asked Mabel. “Yes, Dad knows about Paul and
he knows I am telling you. I thought you needed to know who you really were to
carry into your new life with Dan.” June said hesitantly.
She knew it was just another lie.
The whole truth was that Paul….
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