Other Point Of View Novels & Stories

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

"I won't listen to you." "You will." She said, sure of herself. "What do you see when you look at him?" She quizzed. I stared at Corson examining his very depths. I could see his brute nature. Someone who wanted to escape, I didn't know from what but he wanted out from something. "I see...Frustration, pain." I replied. "You see with Myopic eyes grandchild. Those things you mentioned can make or end a man." "What do you mean?" I asked.

I prefer to watch in the movies - So you find me beautiful. Movies are less captivating than novels. She smiled from the corner of her lips and moved closer to his face, whispering to him close -You, I think I don’t like you. -Do not believe too quickly, if not you risk loving me later .. He replied with a smile on his lips. The old innocent of the situation was looking at them both surprisingly. The young lady got up, held her grandma’s chair and pushed her towards the exit without saying goodbye to Mike who pointed out to her

Third person's POV "Have you ever seen a cave brimming with fireflies? It's breathtakingly beautiful inside, with fireflies twinkling like a starry sky. There's this place called the Earth's Eye, a colossal pool of vibrant colors that looks like an eye from above. Have you heard of the Valley of Death? In Antarctica, glaciers on the mountains flow down into the valley, forming ice waterfalls. When these waterfalls reach the sides of the valley, they vanish, creating a spectacular sight," Wilmot described, his voice painting vivid pictures.

3rd Person Point of View Marica stood atop the mountains looking over the world she hated. It wasn’t anything special, she hated all the worlds and realms she visited. She positively buzzed with the power she had taken from others, particularly the wretched creature that was technically her niece. Her power was so intense, and the pathetic girl had no idea how to use it. She looked out over the landscape lamenting the fact she did not have more of it. She felt the interruption in the air as someone materialized beside her. “You’re here.” She complained with no feeling.

v. I turn to look at everyone who all still have their eyes glued to the t.v., everyone seems to be taking this way too seriously, its miles away so it doesn't exactly affect us, I smile to myself, what this lot need is a good show, I look to Acre beside me and notice he's already watching me with a twinkle in his eyes "what you thinking bro?" he mind links me "I think they are taking this way too seriously" "my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?"

{Third Person Point Of View} In another state, far away from Avery and the nightmares that plagued her. There was another girl pacing about deep in thought and confusion. In the house she had grown to call home, and a room she spent every night in. Sometimes she didn’t leave the room at all.

I whisper to the book before flipping through the pages and stopping on one suddenly. I begin reading the passage out loud. “Oh, my dear, sometimes we look at a situation one way when we truly need to look at it in another way. Try looking from a different point of view or multiple points of view. The amount of common answers will be your answer for this situation.” This could work for so many things. Such simple information, yet it is profound coming from a dead woman. “Thanks again, Mom,” I whisper to the journal before locking it back away in my safe.

Catch-22 could suck my— “I really don’t like this book.” Aly’s murmur caught my ear and it made me grin. “Me, neither. Don’t worry.” She sighed. “Switching the points of view the entire time between, like, seventeen different characters is just a bit much.” I snickered. “Can we put that on A****n somewhere? I feel like we should warn the masses.” “Is there something you’d like to share with the class, Clint?”

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