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Student Name: Rudi Weinber

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Week 1

5th of March

Genesis/Internal Conflict

"Desire, Fear, Misbelief" - Abbie Emmons

What this quote means to me:

The best way to indulge into this quote would be to create an example of it in action and split it into thirds.

Desire:

The Desire in this quote reference the want of a character in a story. For example Woody wants to be the favourite toy in toy story and Marlin wants Nemo to be safe in Finding Nemo. This is crucial for the health of a story as it creates plot and allows for plot paths.

Fear:

The fear in this quote reference the fear of a character and in turn what they are trying to avoid. This is again present in Woody's fear being that he doesn't want to not be the favourite toy anymore and Marlin doesn't want Nemo to be in danger.

Misbelief:

The Misbelief in this quote references a character's incorrect belief in a story or lesson to be learned. Such as Woody doesn't have to be Andy's favourite toy of Andy and Nemo doesn't need Marlin to be safe.

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Week 2: Poem in response to a photo I have personally taken (157 Words)

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Week 2: Poem in response to a photo I have personally taken (157 Words)

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You would go down there wouldn’t you. In hope of something. Something raw

Something wild, something like life in the old times.

It looks scary, you want it to be scary, but you know it’s not scary.

When things go through what you are going through even the dark is calm to your mind. Your mind is loose, it can't be controlled. It’s frightening, more so the idea. The idea that you will never both control it or be free from it.

What if there is something down there? Something to bring fear to you, something to make you scream.

You want that

You may feel again.

Experience something again, not just physically and mentally, in your soul and in your heart.

But you went down there, it was dark but you couldn’t find what you were looking for.

Even if you found it, you wouldn’t get what you want.

That's not how the freeze response works.

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Week 3: My relationship with editing (87 words)

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Week 3: My relationship with editing (87 words)

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Editing to me is the process of identifying as many issues as possible and imagining a very easily bored reader, reading my work. To truly create something good it needs to be targeted and built for the hardest and most bored of readers. You have to pretend that your reader hates books and doesn't like your genre. if you have to keep the writing easy to chew on and engaging. It needs to be evocative and stimulating. These things matter on to the story itself as well.

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Authors:

Rick Riordan: White, Male, New York City

George R. R. Martin: White, Male, New Jersey

Frank Herbert: White, Male, Tecoma

Kentaro Miura: Japanese, Male, Chiba

I believe that my reading audit exposes that I lack feminine  literature but also literature written by authors of non-caucasian skin and living elsewhere from America.

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Week 5: In response to the lounge exhibit that prohibits men from entering (207 words)

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Week 5: In response to the lounge exhibit that prohibits men from entering (207 words)

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I fully understand the point of a ladies-only area as when I think of the women in my life. I don't trust men who are strangers not to be weird. I went to an all-boys school and I fully understand what men are capable of when they get carried away or are on a bad day.

I am in full support of the idea of women-only gyms, gendered toilets and women-only clubs.

I even had an experience when I was dancing with one of my friend girls at a club. She kept pulling me close to her and I didn't quite understand why most of the night.

However, a few hours into the clubbing session when she kept pulling me close to her I decided to turn around because I noticed she had a worried look at something. And when I turned around to see a guy a couple years older than us two. He gave her the most creepy and violent stare I have ever seen. It put me into primal fight or flight mode.

And ever since then, I have understood why girls always travel in groups. I had my show don't tell explanation.

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Week 6: A short story uses the activity two advanced narrative sentence structure. In a cartoonish and ironic plot. (161 words)

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Week 6: A short story uses the activity two advanced narrative sentence structure. In a cartoonish and ironic plot. (161 words)

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Little Red Riding Hood, who is currently trying to escape the IRS, experiences a run-in with her ex-husband, Daniel. She responds by framing Daniel for the tax fraud and reporting him to the FBI. But everything changes, when she uses her old credit card, in a Walmart of southern Florida. This moves her to kidnap the family of the agent that discovered this in Kentucky, in a move to clean her record. However, this was resolved ultimately when Hunter happened to pass by and save the family from The Little Red Riding Hood. And the story ends with Little Red Riding Hood receiving 50 years with no probation at the Kentucky Court of Justice.

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Week 7: An alphabetical rearrangement of a poem written on the fictional character of Kakota discovering her boyfriends corpse in battle (168 words)

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Week 7: An alphabetical rearrangement of a poem written on the fictional character of Kakota discovering her boyfriends corpse in battle (168 words)

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And now he’s dead.

Blood pumps from my temple onto the ground.

Burnt with aggression, my aggression.

Fulfilment and euphoria comes from success, accomplishment and victory.

I am a disciplined person but immature and naive.

I could have been more careful, a different strategy.

I kill only for the acknowledgement that I could beat them in a fight.

I lie to myself that life is just a competition in everything.

It hurt me, but I can feel the significant jump in pain that I give to others.

My husband is dead.

My whole world has gone up in flames.

Rakuna is dead. I loved him for he was the entity of all I don’t possess internally, he gave me love that I couldn’t give myself.

The charge of my violence ignited in my comrades and the enemy.

The rolling misery I bring to this world of suffering and agony inflicted upon all overs.

Why do I fight my enemy? I’m not even political yet I am a commander.

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Week 8: Braiding two existential pieces together to match with each others themes (177 words) 

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Week 8: Braiding two existential pieces together to match with each others themes (177 words) 

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Through this light, you can already feel it. It already starts to heal you, your scars close and wounds rest on your skin. The lingering scar in your mind starts to close and fade away finally. For the first time, you float higher to the surface, away from the depths. You are returning to the surface you lived in during your childhood. Return home to salvation. This time it's a different home, it's a stronger home. And when you lose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown.

Iris too reaped her harvest. And now she stands above, her fire burnt all that matters, all that serves her. To protect her love Rakuna, she tried to burn her enemies. Her enemies never hurt Rakuna and never tried to. But when Iris is hurt, maybe it will hurt her love for Rakuna. It will hurt what Rakuna has done for her. And that’s not fair to Rakuna she thinks? Selfish Iris. Now Rakuna is burnt on the ground. Lying dead. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you Iris.

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Week 9: Rewriting my short story in the style of a class mates writing (66 words)

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Week 9: Rewriting my short story in the style of a class mates writing (66 words)

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”What are you doing?”.

“Don’t know”

“You don’t know?”

“Nope.”

“Well are you in my dream”

“Nope”

“Then what are you then?”

“I’m a boy”

“Well I’m a girl”

“Okay”

Beat

“This is my dream and you are in it”

“No this is my dream and you are in it”
“Well maybe we are sharing a dream”

Beat

“What's your name?”

“Rito, What’s yours?”

“Kakota.”

Beat

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Week 10: How weird is the community (79 words)

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Week 10: How weird is the community (79 words)

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How weird is the North Melbourne fan,

So blind, so ignorant and so misguided.

hearts to hearts reminisces not on the team but on the bleeding hearts of the fans,

The only royalty is it colours,

An ancient past of glory,

Like that of 3rd world societies like Iraq and Syria whose history is coated in wealth, but modern days dive ruin.

Where is the Kangaroo?

Who has seen the Kangaroo?

So bad they couldn’t even get Harley Reid.

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Week 11: Opinion of the panel of Singaporean writers  (97 words)

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Week 11: Opinion of the panel of Singaporean writers  (97 words)

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I related to how the fourth speaker voiced how they focus on writing about food because they like food, specifically in reference to emotionally challenging situations and the feelings that come with emotions. I felt like the fourth speaker’s writing on the eating of food stood out to me because I saw it as a weakness in my writing where I struggle on writing chores that character’s have or more so including them. I guess internal struggles and plot in my life stand out to me more than my habits, which is just how my brain works.

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Week 12: Writing prompt of writer’s choice, a scene from my planned story in which Kakota gives a monologue for the reader. The aim is to provide a strong sensory description (113 words)

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Week 12: Writing prompt of writer’s choice, a scene from my planned story in which Kakota gives a monologue for the reader. The aim is to provide a strong sensory description (113 words)

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Is that what this is?

That God looks like my father.

In his hands he held a baby, it bubbled and cuddled in his arms comfortably. He was a large and tall man. His muscles like boulders on rock. His face was strong and defined. He had me and my father’s black skin. He had my father’s black beard and dark brown eyes.

He stood at the same height.

What is he doing here?

This is Etherion. The island of dead ice.

Four layers of wool isn’t enough to trap what little body heat can breathe in this air.

The absence of any activity or energy creates an amnesia of what was warmth?