Vantage Point
This week you’ll get to write your story 3 times. You should focus on point of view. You will write each story once from 1st person point of view, once from 3rd person omniscient, and once from objective point of view. Each story should be 1/3 of a page long with NO SPACES between each story. In the end, your story will be a full page long.
1st person point of view-- One of the characters tells the story.
It was a dark night when I walked through the meadow to the sleeping house. I knew that something eventful would happen to me tonight. I could see Star above me in the window. She had a funny look on her face. Suddenly I saw a shadow of someone else rise behind her.
3rd person omniscient-- The story is told in the third person by a narrator whose knowledge is unlimited.
It was a dark night when Jack walked through the meadow to Star’s sleeping house. He knew that something eventful would happen to him. Star watched him anxiously as he approached her trap. She anticipated his surprise as the steel jaws clamped on his leg. She couldn’t have guessed that Mork was sneaking up behind her.
Objective-- The narrator is like a camera that can only record what is seen and heard. The narrator can’t comment, interpret, or enter a character’s mind.
It was a dark night when Jack walked through the meadow to Star’s sleeping
house. He walked as if in anticipation. Star watched him from the window. She kept returning her gaze to a specific spot in the meadow as if she knew something was there. Behind her Mork sneakily entered the room.
Your story should be no longer than one typed, double spaced page.
You can write about whatever topic you want. Just remember to include point of view.
What kind of point of view is in your story?
The ant tugged over the snow a piece of corn he had stored up last summer, perspiring in spite of the cold. A grasshopper, his feelers twitching and with a tic in his left hind leg, looked on for some time. Finally he asked, “Please, friend ant, may I have a bite of your corn?” The ant looked the grasshopper up and down. “What were you doing all last summer?” he snapped. “I sang from dawn till dark,” replied the grasshopper, not changing his tone. “Well,” said the ant, and a faint smile crept into his face, “since you sang all summer, you can dance all winter.” HE WHO IDLES WHEN HE’S YOUNG WILL HAVE NOTHING WHEN HE’S OLD.
Weary in every limb, the ant tugged over the snow a piece of corn he had stored up last summer. It would taste mighty good at dinner tonight. A grasshopper, cold and hungry, looked on. Finally he could bear it no longer. “Please, friend ant, may I have a bite of corn?” “What were you doing all last summer?” asked the ant. He knew the grasshopper’s kind. “I sang from dawn till dark,” replied the grasshopper, happily unaware of what was coming next. “Well,” said the ant, hardly bothering to conceal his contempt, “since you sang all summer, you can dance all winter.” HE WHO IDLES WHEN HE’S YOUNG WILL HAVE NOTHING WHEN HE’S OLD.
Cold and hungry, I watched the ant tugging over the snow a piece of corn he had stored up last summer. My feelers twitched and I was conscious of a tic in my left hind leg. Finally I could bear it no longer. “Please, friend ant,” I asked, “may I have a bite of your corn?” He looked me up and down. “What were you doing all last summer?” he asked, rather too smugly it seemed to me. “I sang from dawn till dark,” I said innocently, remembering the happy times. “Well,” he said, with a priggish sneer, “since you sang all summer, you can dance all winter.”HE WHO IDLES WHEN HE’S YOUNG WILL HAVE NOTHING WHEN HE’S OLD.
