Jedi Marri

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“Their Not Real” June 8, 2008

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I got in a conversation last night with my dear PSS (I need to write a blog explaining what that means sometime don’t I?) about writing, and she sent me several different pieces she’d written.  One thing she sent me was an exercise she’d done for an English class once.  It caught my imagination because it was the same tiny scene, written from three different perspectives!  I decided it would be an interesting exercise to try.  My story is completely different from hers, and I have no idea why I ended up writing a Christmas story in June, but I did.  My conclusions after the story 🙂

Their Not Real

3rd Person

The little girls eyes sparkled as she pressed up close, her breathe frosting the window, lost in the wonder of the glass figurines on the other side. For on the other side there were elves and reindeer dancing around in shining glory!

As she stared a boy walked up behind her, “Their not real you know.”

She turned to look at him, curiosity in her eyes, “Of course their not, these are made of glass!”

“No, I meant there is no such thing as elves, reindeer that fly, Santa’s workshop, or even Santa!”

“How can you say that?” The girl asked; her eyes wide in shock and pity.

“Because their not. Magic doesn’t exist.” Matter of fact, he stared at her with a challenge in his eyes.

“You must live in a very sad world.” The little girl said as she turned back around to stare at the pretties. The boy stared at her for a moment, a slow grin crossing his face, and then turned to walk away whistling “Santa Clause is Coming to Town.”

1st Person

I could hardly believe my eyes. There were so many pretty glass figures in the shop window! There’s an elf in bright reds and greens, bent over a worktable, the detail remarkable. Over to the side I could see a beautiful Rudolph posed to leap into the air. And that was just the beginning. There must be 50 or more glass figurines in this shop window! Now if only my breath would quit frosting up the glass and making it hard to see.

“Their not real you know.” I spun around to look at the boy who’d spoken, taking in his thick green coat, button nose, and curly hair.

“Of course their not, these are made of glass!” Did I look young enough that he thought I believed toys were real?
“No, I meant there is no such thing as elves, reindeer that fly, Santa’s workshop, or even Santa!”

“How can you say that?” I asked in wonder.

“Because their not. Magic doesn’t exist.”

“You must live in a very sad world.” I turned back around to stare in the window, not knowing what else to say to this blunt little boy, but sad for him just the same. Life without magic must be boring. Suddenly I heard him whistling, the sound fading as he walked away, and what a strange thing he whistled! Why would a boy who didn’t believe in Santa be whistling “Santa Clause is Coming to Town”? I peeked a quick look over my shoulder at the strange boy, wondering who he was, and where he’d come.

2nd Person

As he walked up the street he noticed a little girl pressed up to a shop window, staring at the glass figurines in wonder. He paused for a moment to watch her, curious, noticing her long black hair that swayed in the breeze, her deep purple coat, and the black mittens that covered her tiny hands. Slowly he walked up behind her and said, “Their not real you know.” Wondering how she’d respond.

She twirled around, appearing startled to have been spoken too, “Of course their not, these are made of glass!”

“No, I meant there is no such thing as elves, reindeer that fly, Santa’s workshop, or even Santa!” He clarified.

“How can you say that?” He almost flinched away from the pity in her eyes, but deep inside he was grinning as well, that was the response he hoped for.

“Because their not. Magic doesn’t exist.” He stated matter of factly, pushing just a little harder.

She looked at him solemnly, “You must live in a very sad world.” She said before turning around.

Now that she couldn’t see him any more a grin crossed his face. He always enjoyed finding another true believer. Jauntily he walked away whistling “Santa Clause is Coming to Town,” convinced once more that there was hope for this world.

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Ok, so those are probably still a little rough.  I came up with the idea last night and then wrote them this morning, and while I did a read through I didn’t necessarily completely edit them to perfection.  I’ve decided that I’m not that good at trying to write from different perspectives.  I do ok, but I’m not used to writing and thinking “I’m writing from this perspective now.”  I more write however it fits what I’m trying to say, and I don’t think of the pretty little details like that.  I should probably work more on that.  I’m not too sure my 3rd person example really was third person…what’s the difference between third and second person anyway?  Did I manage to capture it?  I also found the 1st person example really challenging.  I don’t think I use that perspective much when I write…  I think the last one was the easiest to write 😛  Figures.