Omniscient Reader Viewpoint Novels & Stories

"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.

Khali said. "You want me to check it?" Rye asked Khali said nothing, but she blushed. Rye was staring at the sea. Since it was dawn, the breeze was cold. They were silent for a few minutes and did not talk. "Am I boring?" Rye suddenly asked Khali turned to him. "Of course not. Why did you come up with that?" "I just thought about it." Rye just said. Khali wasn't saying anything; she averted her eyes from Rye. She loses control of her ability. She could read Rye's thoughts; it was as though her thoughts were breaking her heart. Khali's tears came out of thin air.

My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."

With me. Glancing at Malik, I notice the Alpha of Love looking very thoughtful. I decide to ask him what he is thinking about. "I think we should get a gaze reader in...Maybe she can see what happened to Lexia," he says. Everyone pauses, as the first words of reason for the day come out of Malik's mouth. Of course. A Gaze Reader could look into my eyes, and predict where we find Lexia in the future. If we find her.

The description revealed. Don said: "She was already inside the accumulation. The book showed her the name for what she was already inside." Ernest nodded. This was the argument of the four books in its most concentrated form. The reader does not need to be given the thing. The reader needs to be shown that the thing is already there. The reader needs the description that makes visible what the reader has been looking at without recognition for forty years.

Third Person POV "Ladies and gentlemen! It saddens me in a joyful way that four people have now made it to the winner level, but we are still unable to choose. My goodness! It was as if their brains contained this world as a whole, and there was nothing that they didn't know, It was clearly impossible, yet it was happening here before our eyes. Our questions are running out, but goodness may have it, we are inquiring more and more questions, and how we will continue from now on is to ask, ask and ask till three drops out finally!"

"Please. I beg of you." The Gaze reader grabs the edge of my seat, dragging me with a sudden unknown strength closer to the point our knees were touching. There's something so much more frightening about these people close up. The milky eyes, the stench of magic leaking from their skin. It is adds up, but they have no power outside their mind reading abilities.

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The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

They can change if they so desire. When I finished the first installment of this story, that is when I realized I have many readers backing me up and supporting this story. Also, I realized that as much as I wanted this to be purely the work of my imagination, reader’s take and point of view must also be taken into consideration. Hence, I encouraged my readers to be proactive. We used to do that on the radio station where I worked previously. We get people’s views and see how it can be done or if it is feasible.