Write a Story from the Viewpoint of a Famous Perso

[jane]

Alright, we haven't had a new challenge in a while so I thought I'd start one.

The challenge is to write a story, or a diary entry, or pretty much whatever you want, but it has to be from the point of view of a famous person. The person can be a writer, politician, actor, anything! It should be around 500 words, but it really doesn't matter. Also, I think it would be neat if you didn't name the person, and then we had to try and guess who it was. It can be in the third person if you want, but then it would give away who the person was, but thats okay. Whichever one you want to do.

okay get writing and have fun!

[strangexgirl]

ooh, i have the perfect idea for this..
i shall write it tomorrow, when I have more time.

[strangexgirl]

A bit of a warning.. this'll get somewhat graphic. I did a report on this character this semester, and I have to say it was one of the most interesting (if not *the* most) that I've ever done. A bit is obviously made up, but the details are accurate.


It was a dreary night, and the London fog swirled around my boots, dulling the soft click of my steps on the pavement and dimming the streetlights overhead. My long, tailored coat billowed slightly as I strode with purpose down the sidewalk, tipping my hat to the constable as I passed him on his nightly rounds.

Ah, there she was - and she never saw me coming. Even if she had, she wouldn't have thought anything of it; a gentleman, taking up her services in the wee morning hours, far too respectable to be seen taking them during the day. However, the harlot was too busy picking up her pence from the filth of the alley to even notice me.

Slipping gracefully through the shadows, I smiled as I came upon her. It was too easy, but that wouldn't stop me tonight. Hand over her mouth, I pushed her up against the brick wall. She screamed, but the muffled sound didn't attract the attention of passers-by. Who cares about the fate of some cheap sleeper in an alleyway?

I pulled out my long, narrow knife, grinning as her eyes widened in horror when they caught the blade's reflection in the moonlight. Holding the blade between my teeth, I used my free hand to strangle her, making sure she was quite dead - or at least unconscious - before lying her down on the filth she formerly called a workplace. I then tilted her head to the side, as was my custom, and slit her disgusting throat.

Yes, this will be in the papers in a few hours, I thought, as I straddled the flagitious wench's body and began my manipulations. The sharp, pointed blade of my knife slid through her dirty, worn flesh, letting the blood seep out and mingle with the other crimson stains from the nearby slaughterhouse. Gruesome, disgusting, ridiculous, grotesque, they will call it; but it matters not. I didn't get a drop of blood on me during the process; I never do, save on my gloves, when I put the little piece of her I took into a nice inconspicuous sack for transportation. Those I will burn - after I write the letter.

I took one last look at her maimed body before turning on my heel, and disappearing once more into the shadows. As I was nearing my apartment, I smirked to myself, hearing the now-familiar yelling. 'He's done it again!' 'Another victim, and this one's worse than the last!' 'We'll never catch him! He does this right under our noses!'

Smirking, I slid into my apartment, the soft click of the door behind me doing nothing to cool my adrenaline. I deposited the bag on my desk, and pulled close my inkwell, pen, and paper - to write this, and the letter that will appear in the paper as soon as it is screened by the Scotland Yard.

[subtlecollision]

I really like the attitude of the murderer. A lot of voice comes through in this piece. The only thing I didn't like was the use of the word flagitious. I do not think it should be used to describe a body... I thought of it more as a word to describe the murderer, not the victim. I have no idea who the story is about...

[strangexgirl]

Thanks I was hoping I'd gotten the voice right. yay!

It's about Jack the Ripper; there are some theories that state he was an upscale gentleman who thought he was doing the world a favor by ridding them of prostitutes. I used that word because of the irony of it - JTR thinking that his act was not a crime, because of his disgust at every detail about the prostitute, or something along those lines.

[Liz]

Wooo, I guessed right! We just did this mini-unit on JTR in my history class. Coolness and slightly weird-ness!

Yeah, I agree, the voice is really amazing. And more than slightly creepy.

[strangexgirl]

yay! *hugs*

that cheered me up.