First Person Past Tense Novels & Stories

She is just a human who doesn't even deserve to live any longer. "Morning," the girl replied after a few seconds had passed. As if she didn't care about the guy's explanation, she then walked past him and went downstairs. Since five years ago, when she was just in the first grade of junior high school, she had lived in this mixed boarding house.

I went out and put on my house clothes then dried my hair and after that I threw myself on the bed. "Damn I'm fucking beat!" - I said to myself and the moment I closed my eyes, instantly everything went black * “Where am I?” that is what I asked myself and I look around and there I realized that I am in the past and I am currently seeing myself - the young me crying and screaming in agony. "You killed her!!!! You killed my mommy!!!" - The young me screamed in anger, sadness and fear "No baby I - I - I didn't " - The guy said but the young me just cried

But now— Everything is clearer than ever before. Him Standing right in front of me. Closer than he has ever been in any of the previous memories. Close enough that I can feel his presence. Close enough that I can hear his breathing. My Heart Pounds Because this time— There’s no distance. No blur. No protection. He Speaks “You came back.” My breath catches. Because that line— It’s new. I’ve never heard it before. My Past Self Responds “I told you I would.” My chest tightens violently.

My voice carried an eerie calmness, a facade that masked the turmoil simmering just beneath the surface. "It all feels as if it happened just yesterday," I murmured, the words escaping my lips and resonating within the room's confines. The weight of those words hung heavy in the air, a testament to the power of the past. Time may have moved forward, but the memories remained etched in my mind, vivid and raw.

Third-Person POV Ricardo realized that the divorce papers really did bear his signature, yet he was sure he had never signed them. Suddenly, the alcohol-blurred memory snapped into focus. A month ago, Lucia had come to him wearing a backless nightgown, carrying a glass of whisky with her lipstick mark still on the rim. "Don Ricardo, this is a Slatillian specialty. Have a little," she cooed as she poured the drink into his mouth. Soon enough, his head was spinning.

"I've made up my mind to go through with it. I deserve a fresh start." Without another thought, I tipped the vial back and drank it all. My wolf howled inside me, thrashing in agony. This was the cost of my freedom, and I'd pay it. … Time flew by, and before I knew it, my first day at the new job had arrived. My colleagues welcomed me warmly, and it felt like my life was finally getting back on track. I used to think those painful memories would stay with me forever, that I'd never be able to move on. But with the support of family and friends, and as time passed, I healed faster than I expected, leaving the past behind me.

I grabbed it and looked at all the contents on my cellphone. "Did I go back to the past? I've read novels about traveling to the past, or maybe transmigrating, but I think it's all just fiction. However, now I'm experiencing it," I muttered to myself, looking around my room. I was determined to make sure of everything, so I rushed into the bathroom to get ready to go to the office. During the trip to the office, I really felt that all of this felt real to me. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something.

Nodding my head, I said, "Yes, I didn't." "That's such a pity," Amy leaned over and began to pack up her makeup box while saying, "I've seen you so many times. And I find that when I saw you for the first time, you were the most relaxed. Back then..." "It's about time. Let's go," I interrupted Amy. I didn't want to hear him mentioning the past anymore. After all, it was all in the past. And more words about the past wouldn't change anything. Amy looked up at me and gently sighed.

His voice was filled with doubt, trying to make sense of it just like the rest of us were. I nodded again, rubbing my hands over my thighs as I tried to find the right words. “As far as I know, yeah. The first time, it happened was in that dream and in first person. But then, because I experienced it in the first person like that, it allowed me to call it back as a memory with Harlan. I just don’t understand how or why it worked out that way, though,” I explained, still confused by how everything had played out.

I was hоріng mу wоrdѕ rеgіѕtеrеd, that hе rеаlіѕеd I didn’t care, thаt all I еvеr wаntеd wаѕ hіm. Hе turnеd his head аwау so іt wаѕ nо longer facing mіnе. “But thе раѕt hаѕ a hаbіt оf сrееріng back whеn you lеаѕt еxресt it.”