This is my official last report and the last time I have to sit on this stinkin’ stoop watching for action at Mrs. Pauley’s place. I can’t believe this finally happened…it’s about bloody time.
They finally caught up with that evil witch thanks to me. I told my boss where she put the Mister’s heart.
This has been a really long assignment and I miss my other six buddies at home. I’m still not sure why the FBI—Magical Division picked me. I guess my natural grumpiness kept me far enough away from Mrs. Pauley’s watchful eye. Good thing I could keep up daily stake-outs without anyone noticing.
I had the neighbors all believing I’m a twelve year old boy. I may be short but that’s because I’m a ‘dwarf.’ The knuckleheads on this side of the veil call me ‘Little Person’ quote-quote, to be politically correct. Whatever. It don’t matter! That little spell FBI-MD concocted made it easy to masquerade as a dumb kid.
I don’t think I’ll miss the 21st century too much. I kinda like this voice-recorder doo-dad I’ve been using for the last six months, since MD tailed the evil queen to this time. How the hell she got through the time veil without the proper spells, I’ll never know. Maybe that’s what made her look so old, so fast. Geez, those boys in the Magical Division sure know what they’re doing.
Mrs. Pauley got greedy again and this time she messed up big time. Mr. Pauley going missing was the icing on the cake. Once they checked her records, they confirmed she hadn’t paid taxes or rent on the old place and are now hauling her away. Gotta love the bureaucracy here. I hope they can make this stick for good on our side of the veil when they cast her back.
Ha, ha, ha. The laugh’s on you, Mrs. Regina Pauley!!
Sh*t, I better shut up in case she gets out again.
Report filed at 15:00 by G. “Grumpy” Slumberfoot
Writing 101–Day Eighteen: Hone Your Point of View
The neighborhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.
Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street. Today’s twist: For those of you who want an extra challenge, think about more than simply writing in first-person point of view — build this twelve-year-old as a character. Reveal at least one personality quirk, for example, either through spoken dialogue or inner monologue. Refer to some of the exercises we’ve done on character, dialogue, and even sentence length to help craft this person. All of these storytelling elements can combine to create a strong point of view.