Okay, here's a story I recently wrote for my creative writing class. It's a just-for-fun kind of story. The assignment was to write the story of a murder from two different perspectives: the victim and the assailant. The idea of writing a murder story was gruesome to me, so I came up with something a little...off the wall. But hey, it's creative writing, right? 
p.s. I can't get this story very well-formatted for presentation within this post. I apologize.
Perspective 1: Bob & Joe
p.s. I can't get this story very well-formatted for presentation within this post. I apologize.
Perspective 1: Bob & Joe
Bob hefted the next load onto his back, his brow sweating from the high sun. Behind him, his friend Joe did the same.
"Hey, Bob, how long have we been working on this site?" Joe called up to him as they walked back to the construction site with their materials.
"You know, Joe, I've lost track," Bob said. "It's been days, though."
"Yeah, lots of days," Joe said. "With no break, either."
"I think once we get done with this site, we'll be able to relax for a while."
"I sure hope so," Joe whined. "I'm getting sick of walking on this cracked concrete, hauling supplies all day. I tell ya, we got one mean boss."
"Shh!" Bob shot Joe a sharp look over his shoulder. "You're going to get us in trouble."
"Who cares at this point?" Joe said, lowering his voice. "I wouldn't mind getting fired."
"Yeah, and then what would you do?" Bob asked sternly. "No home, no food. A guy's got to make a living, you know."
Joe lifted his chin. "I'd find a way."
"Yeah, right," Bob muttered.
"Would you guys hurry it up?" someone from behind called. "Quit your yakkin'. I don't want to be stuck out here in this sun all day."
"Don't worry," Bob called, throwing another look at Joe. "We're done talking here."
Suddenly a bright light blinded their eyes.
"Hey, what the-"
"Look out, you guys! Run!"
Perspective 2: Tommy "Hey, Bob, how long have we been working on this site?" Joe called up to him as they walked back to the construction site with their materials.
"You know, Joe, I've lost track," Bob said. "It's been days, though."
"Yeah, lots of days," Joe said. "With no break, either."
"I think once we get done with this site, we'll be able to relax for a while."
"I sure hope so," Joe whined. "I'm getting sick of walking on this cracked concrete, hauling supplies all day. I tell ya, we got one mean boss."
"Shh!" Bob shot Joe a sharp look over his shoulder. "You're going to get us in trouble."
"Who cares at this point?" Joe said, lowering his voice. "I wouldn't mind getting fired."
"Yeah, and then what would you do?" Bob asked sternly. "No home, no food. A guy's got to make a living, you know."
Joe lifted his chin. "I'd find a way."
"Yeah, right," Bob muttered.
"Would you guys hurry it up?" someone from behind called. "Quit your yakkin'. I don't want to be stuck out here in this sun all day."
"Don't worry," Bob called, throwing another look at Joe. "We're done talking here."
Suddenly a bright light blinded their eyes.
"Hey, what the-"
"Look out, you guys! Run!"
Little Tommy made his way down the front steps and out onto the sidewalk. Mom rushed after him and grabbed him by the back of his denim overalls.
"Don't go across the street, okay? It's dangerous," she said.
"Okay," he sighed. He stood there for a long time after Mom went back inside, watching the burly construction men at work.
"Hey!" He made his high-pitched little boy voice as loud as he could. "Whatcha makin'?"
The construction men ignored him. He frowned. I don't like to be ignored, he thought. But adults always did.
Maybe they just couldn't hear him over their loud machinery. He toddled closer to the curb. Then he turned and looked at the house. Mom was peering through the curtains at him.
His shoulders lowered dejectedly. Then he remembered the item he clutched in his grubby right hand. Roy had given it to him, so Tommy had taken good care of it. His older brother rarely paid attention to him, so the item was special.
Roy had told him to take it outside on a sunny day. Tommy squinted as he gazed up at the sky. Today should do.
What had Roy said? Find something outside-like a bug. Yeah, find a bug. And then position the magnifying glass like this. And make sure you stay out of the way so the sun is shining onto the glass!
Tommy frowned. He would do it right. He looked down at the sidewalk and saw a line of ants marching by, carrying little pieces of dirt on their backs.
Tommy lowered himself to his knees and held the magnifying glass over the ants, grinning madly.
"Okay," he sighed. He stood there for a long time after Mom went back inside, watching the burly construction men at work.
"Hey!" He made his high-pitched little boy voice as loud as he could. "Whatcha makin'?"
The construction men ignored him. He frowned. I don't like to be ignored, he thought. But adults always did.
Maybe they just couldn't hear him over their loud machinery. He toddled closer to the curb. Then he turned and looked at the house. Mom was peering through the curtains at him.
His shoulders lowered dejectedly. Then he remembered the item he clutched in his grubby right hand. Roy had given it to him, so Tommy had taken good care of it. His older brother rarely paid attention to him, so the item was special.
Roy had told him to take it outside on a sunny day. Tommy squinted as he gazed up at the sky. Today should do.
What had Roy said? Find something outside-like a bug. Yeah, find a bug. And then position the magnifying glass like this. And make sure you stay out of the way so the sun is shining onto the glass!
Tommy frowned. He would do it right. He looked down at the sidewalk and saw a line of ants marching by, carrying little pieces of dirt on their backs.
Tommy lowered himself to his knees and held the magnifying glass over the ants, grinning madly.
