Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint English Novels & Stories

Within the battleground, James could sense the accumulation of this uncanny energy, which dissipated in one second and merged with heaven and earth in the next. Upon hearing the powerful figures muttering in the distance, James murmured, “What is the Omniscience Path? Is it really that awesome?”

** Omniscient Narrator ** Anna took a few steps closer to Jimmy, the tears pooling in her eyes. “Tell me it is not true, Jimmy. You didn’t do it, did you?” She begged for reassurance, she was just finding it difficult to believe that the man she had willingly shared her bed with for so many months would try to take everything away from her; a man she loved with everything in her.

My Guards assure me he's still there, which means at least that he's not escaping. I can't shake the uneasy feeling though. It's completely drained me. “I'm going to see a Gaze Reader,” I mutter of a spoon of cereal. Gaze Readers are magical beings from the Devotion Pack. They have the ability to look into your eyes and see what you have seen, and what you will. I need to know if what I've been seeing is real, or just a fabrication in my mind. “I suppose that's an option,” Cal mused, giving me an immediate feeling that he's not fully opposed to the idea, however, seems speculative.

“Hear me out first.” When Soyet merely pursed his lips, Laura rubbed her forefinger and thumb, trying to compose her thoughts as fast as she could. “I remember you saying you’re an omniscient existence. By definition, it reflects a being who knows everything, so it follows that you—” “Get to the point,” he snapped, making her wince.

He drew the desk height below the eye level and the page surface at the attending distance. He thought about what the reader's eye level required. He thought about the attending gaze — the reader looking at the page, the gaze directed downward at the reading angle. He thought about the peripheral view of the reading person: not the page, the peripheral. He thought about what the reading person saw in the peripheral — the desk surface and the neighbouring desks and the floor and the ceiling and the west wall. He thought about the peripheral view as the frame of the attending — the things the reading person did not attend to directly but which held the attending, the context of the deep readin

"And when the author writes specifically for a certain reader?" He set down his pen. He was weary of this game of euphemisms and metaphors. Or perhaps he was on the brink of capitulation. "The author gambles," he finally conceded. "Especially when the reader comprehends too much." She leaned in slightly. Her neckline now more exposed. The perfume — sweet and overpowering — filled the space between them. "Sometimes, comprehension is inevitable," she whispered. "Even when it's forbidden." Silence. Time seemed to stretch out, pressing against the two figures.

But I don't have much choice. "You're not here to have the mate bond separated, are you?" the Gaze Reader drawls, voice thick with an unintelligible accent. I swallow, but the lump in my throat goes nowhere. The Readers eyes are a foggy, purple colour, already feeling like they are drawing out my thoughts before the ritual has even started.

“Do you believe me when I say this is what we’ve been searching for?” He sighed. There was much conviction in his countenance, but he wasn’t fully convinced. “We can’t put all our trust in this. For all we know, the writer had a very vivid imagination.” “Yes, sure. He or she can also choose who their readers will be.” I pointed it out in a sarcastic tone. “You’re right, and we will have to examine the book and speak to the wise one.” He rose from the desk he’d been leaning on since I began reading the first book.

Kenny, Caroline, and Tommy looked at Nora in disbelief. "Nora, it really was you..." At the same time, Theodore appeared on the big screen. He entered the room I was in and patted my head in relief. "I thought you were really going to fall for her trick. Looks like you're not that stupid after all." I said confidently, "I'm a little slow and can be a bit oblivious, but I'm not stupid." He smiled. "So, you do know you're oblivious, huh?"

***"Kaima did not know that the 'Eraser' was just the 'Opening Scene'..." I realized then that the Reader wasn't just writing the world. The Reader was **reading** me. My thoughts, my resistance, my anger—it was all being turned into "Content." The more I fought, the more interesting the story became. The more interesting the story became, the longer the Reader would stay. To win, I didn't have to fight. I had to be **boring**. --- ### The Protest of Stillness