Using any one of Faulkner’s 15 character voices as a guide, create a paragraph in the voice of a character totally different to yourself. Think about people you might have overheard on the train or bus, or someone you might have seen randomly on a street corner. Invent their life, their consciousness in a paragraph.
Stream of consciousness of a zookeeper in Thailand. (Note to reader’s lack of grammar and mistakes in sentencing are intentional as to emulate the lower-class and more and possibly less educated aspects of the third-world country)
The animal before me, filthy a decaying orange orang-utan full of flea and dirt. Yet the families and children treat it as if they have struck gold. No gold has been found here, at least not in my eyes. What good are any of these animals to me? All they do is beg, cry, eat and shit, all in a beg of mercy or help. To the tourist, it’s adorable, to me my monthly wage. I am meant to be brushing the Orang-utan until suddenly, it grabs the brush out of my hand and clutches on for dear life. To the tourist this is all a game so they point it out in laughter but to me, this is not doing my job. The pleading eyes of the orang-utan are stare at me gripping tighter to the comb. I am forced to strike it repeatedly, the pleading eyes turn to begging cries, and the crowd in shock as if they care any in he slightest about the animal. I look up as I force the comb out of the creatures hand. I notice a young boy, he looks at me with pleading eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks. This world is harsh and tough, and I am this boys first example of it.