Changing Narrative Perspective

Changing Narrative Perspective

August 30^th

We are alone on the island now, Will and I. He just murdered his associate, Tayloe because he tried to interrupt the experiment. Tayloe tried to poison me but it wasn’t going to work anyway because I could smell the poison miles away. Will overreacted, I believe.

            There was nothing to worry about. He engineered me to be able to hold myself but he keeps me locked up like the animal I once was. For all I know, Tayloe could have been trying to put me out of my misery here.

September 2^nd

He finally has set me loose from my cage. He lets me run about the lab all day long. I’m beginning to feel more person than he thinks I am. I have to find a way out of here but the only way I know he’ll stop the experiments is if I play into his aspirations.

I think I have the perfect plan to get him to believe in my capability. His library is chalk full of informational content. If I pretend to have interest in his books, maybe he’ll think of me as a self-learning being and he’ll stop.

September 8^th

The library scam didn’t work at all. He locked me back in my cage for the past couple days and I don’t know why. He’s also removed the rest of the lab rats from the room entirely. I’m pretty sure he believes I will share my knowledge with the rest of them. However, I’m not worried about them anyway. I just want to get out of here, now.

September 9^th

He’s letting me out of the cage for the morning. I’m not sure if I’ve gained his trust yet but this is my only chance to escape. I just have to wait until the time is right.

            I did it! I’m finally free. When Will turned around, I jumped onto the door knob, removed the key from it, and then jumped onto the ledge of the window and escaped. I disposed of the key in the well near the lab just to get back at him for everything he’s done. I know he keeps valuable papers in that room and now he won’t be able to get to them.

September 10^th

This dunce who calls himself a scientist almost killed himself. I should have let it happen but I decided to be the bigger man. Isn’t that sad? The mouse being a bigger man than the man? It’s just funny to me. I went ahead and got the key myself and slipped it back into the lab. I hope he finds it some day because I know he and I can live our lives separately and fully. Here’s to life!

September 11^th

My Voice - Draft 2

My Voice

            My voice is an easily distracted puppy. He is small, nimble, and pretty fast. At least he thinks he’s fast. He is full of energy. It’s like someone gave him six shots of espresso, a handful of candy, and a Redbull. I’m sure no one would want to be around for the mess he makes that comes after ingesting all of that.

He can spend hours on end running around the backyard in circles all day long like the earth orbiting the sun until he can’t do it anymore because all he sees is swirls of his own tail. Afterwards, he comes inside and drinks way too much water and ends up throwing up all over the floor. He feels bad but he knows how to play your emotions. You want to get mad, but he just gives you those eyes and you can’t do anything but smile and pet him.

He runs into walls when he’s running into the house because he turned his head for a split second while running full speed because the chirping of a bird caught his attention.  He’ll just lay there like he’s dead until you run up to him to see if he’s okay and right when you do, he’ll spring up and begin running again.

His energy is a bittersweet trait. Even though he is very energetic, he is clumsy. Sure, if you tell him to fetch a stick from a football field’s length away, he’ll run as fast as he can, but he will most likely trip multiple times onto his face. However, he is determined and doesn’t mind falling down a couple times in order to get his stick. He thinks getting to that stick is the only thing he can do to satisfy his you. He sees the stick as the end-all be-all of life at that particular point in time.

            His clumsiness is overshadowed by how lovable he is. He loves to snuggle up with you in the bed. He will sit at the foot of your bed and whine and give you those gosh darned puppy eyes until you feel like you need to put him in bed with you in order to show your affection for him. He knows that his persistence is the key to getting what he wants. He knows his cuteness will overcome your refusal to let him up. You’ll end up waking up in the middle of the night because he’s taking up way too much of the bed and you’re hanging on the edge.

            His most prominent trait is that he is loud and sometimes annoying. Someone at the door? “Bark, bark, bark.” Someone talking outside? “Bark, bark, bark.” Someone closes their car door? “Bark, bark, bark.” He just won’t shut up sometimes. He just keeps barking and barking and no matter how many times you tell him to be quiet, he just keeps doing it. He wants to make sure everyone knows he is the protector of the house, even though you could shut him up with a small treat.

            At the end of the day, my voice is many things. Some of them may be negative, some of them may be annoying, but it is still young and has many years to learn some new tricks. For now, I can just start with “sit”.

Barney

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Why did you choose this story?
- I find it interesting and funny. I think there is some back story and inner thoughts of the rat I can work with.

Whose POV?
- I will use the Barney's point of view because he performs many actions but since he's a rat, he cannot speak of how he feels. Using his point of view will allow the reader to know what he is thinking about everything that is happening around him.