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The best stories contain memorable characters.
You’ll always remember
Count Olaf from Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events,
because he’s such a strong character. And who can forget Aslan, Mrs
Coulter or Lord Voldemort?

The problem is that you don’t have very long to create a memorable character.
Because you are so pushed for time and space, you need to use dialogue effectively – and
one of the best ways to do this is to have your characters speak in distinctive
voices.
There are three tricks you can use to create a distinctive voice:
At the Falcons School for Girls, we learn about the Victorians in Year Six. Now,
the Victorian period was over one hundred years ago. People had a very different
manner of speaking:
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“Pardon me,” said Lady Goudy, speaking in
a beautifully modulated voice. “Would you bring me my son? We
really need to be setting off for church.”
“Sorry, M’lady,” grunted Chivers. “’e’s still
lying in ‘is bed. I gets up and calls to ‘im, but ‘e don’t
move!” |

Because there was such a huge gap between the Gentry (who lived in vast
stately homes, with dozens of servants, and travelled in their
own horse-drawn carriages)
and the Poor (who couldn’t read or write, and who lived in filthy
hovels), they spoke in very different voices.
Study this dialogue. A
rich gentleman
is talking to his Cook:
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“By Jove, Cook! This soup is simply delicious.
Whatever did you add to it?”
“I forgots to tell yer, Sir,” muttered Cook, scratching her chin. “Yer
cat crept into kitchen when I was tending the fire, and widdled in the saucepan.” |
One trick a girl I taught used was to always make one of the characters
in her stories French. Because she had been learning French since Reception,
she had
a good vocabulary of French words she could use to bring her characters
to
life. Study this extract from her story, ‘Escape’:
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“Who are you?” shrieked the guard.
“Non, non, non,” purred Simone. “You ‘av non need to
know my name. In fact, you will forget you ‘av ever zet eyes on me, or
I shall have to shoot you with my petite gun.” She pressed the banana a
little harder into the guard’s back.
“Don’t shoot! Please!”
“Calm yourself, monsieur!” |
See those hoodies hanging out by the bus stop? Imagine a play where one of
them was having a chat with the Queen!
HOODIE: All right, darlin’. How you hangin’?
QUEEN: (Frowning) One is feeling lost. I appear to have mislaid
my carriage.
HOODIE: That’s wack!
QUEEN: I beg your pardon?
Your go! Write a conversation between the Queen and a
zit-faced Hoodie. |
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Last updated on
August 13, 2007
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