First Person POV Story

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First person POV stories are now, as we speak type of stories, they are how we mere mortals see the world. I find first person POV too controlling and inflexible when you compare that to the third person POV. When in the first person POV, I have to remember to write in the present tense, which feels unnatural when telling a story. I still have to remember to keep proper tense when in third person POV, but past tense is a more natural frame of reference when telling a story (I think so anyway). Conversely, there is the freedom of time travel and multiple perspectives while writing in a third person POV Omniscient. The narrator has the power to move forwards and backwards in time, to take the reader with them as they delve into each of the …show more content…

Then in one moment, everything slams into the forefront, and you, like it or not, must now fully participate in your life. I’m sure that you, dear reader, have experienced something akin to this, and your response, to this one single moment in time, will often set the standard for the rest of your time here. But before I become too involved in the telling of this tale, let me introduce myself. I have had many names over the centuries; Kismet, Favor, Destiny, Fate to name a few, but my personal preference is …show more content…

It’s really none of your business, and it will change nothing.” Outraged, Marie bashes a headlight with the hammer. “What do you think to gain by pissing me off?” “Simple satisfaction!” Reaching over her head for leverage, she brings the hammer down, leaving a deep dent in the hood of the jeep, then she attacks the windshield, destroying the glass. Stepping forward, “Damn it Marie, STOP IT.” He grabs for the hammer, but Marie’s anger has made her stronger than he anticipated. She pushes hard to get closer and brings her knee up into his groin, using all her anger and bitterness to power the thrust. He grunts in shock as he goes down onto his knees, holding his crotch. Marie pauses, savoring this moment of superiority, smiling a wicked little one sided smile, she raises the now lethal weapon, waiting. Richard looks up and watches stultified as she brings the hammer down onto his forehead. He falls forward, unmoving. She looks at the bloodied hammer in her hands and snaps back to

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