Turning Point Stories Novels & Stories

Not anymore. I couldn’t remember the moment I stopped being the man I was—the loyal soldier, the right hand. The turning point had been gradual, like the slow creeping of a storm cloud across a bright sky. One decision after another. One lie. One betrayal. Until everything I once believed in had shattered into pieces.

It’s okay if you spot errors along the way (you don’t have to ignore them), but don’t make it the first step you take when tackling your own editing. Plot points are major events in a story that change the course of the plot as a whole. Often, they serve as catalysts for character development. Thus, plot points are typically exciting narrative moments in novel writing or in screenwriting that represent major turning points for your main characters. The first plot point in a story serves as the point of no return for the main character. It occurs in the first act (usually around a quarter or a third of the way through the story) and propels the main character into the central conflict of the

How many hundreds of times she must have sat curled up on a cushion in front of this fire, absently turning over the pages of some fairy story and listening with half an ear to her aunt and uncle quarreling light heartedly over tales of their courtship She never tired of hearing them say the same things over and over again, and they never tired of recounting them. After all these years, uncle Charles still failed to be aggravated by her aunt's endless clichés, and she in turn was never irritated by his 'Aha's' and his stories of when he was a nipper.

" My heart felt heavy. What was he talking about? Had he been reborn, just like me? Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind. Sheila Baker entered, her eyes red and teary. She whispered between sobs, "Mr. Lewis!" Elliot saw her and quickly moved away from me to rush over to her side. "Shouldn't you be resting? Why are you here?" Sheila looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. "Mr. Carter was worried about Ms. Carter going out alone while she's pregnant. He sent me to find her…!"

One Year Later Sasha's P.O.V. It's been one year since my whole world changed. Meeting Tatum is what changed everything. Despite what happened that led him to me, I'm glad we found each other. The two men that raped me were eventually found in the forest months after they were killed. Authorities assumed they had been trying to hide after the warrant was issued for their arrest, and they were killed or committed suicide. Their bodies were too decayed for a formal investigation.

When his head fell, he also died. But don't be afraid! This is just a little story to scare children! I will tell you how it happened. In the city of this story nobody smiled or played games, all the children studied all day. In the colorless city, adults worked all day and the older ones taught the younger ones how to work until the day they died. On the day that no one remembers the exact date, very heavy rain arrived in the city followed by a floating sea of ​​heavy rain clouds. And with the rain came the boy with a bluebird in his arms. The boy happily hopped around the dark city streets, not caring about the strange looks the boy was humming; "Can someone offer me a place under your roo

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

It wasn't what I had hoped for myself, but it was a start, and I was determined to make it one way or another. Flipping through the pages, I immersed myself in the story that didn't have legs yet, and a sense of pride washed over me. It wasn't ready to be drafted yet, but it was coming together, and I couldn't be more thrilled. Once I returned to the place I’d left off, I quickly remembered why it wasn’t finished yet. There was something I needed to add. An inciting event, or an object that would help steer the story in a new direction. Leaning against the counter, I gazed out the front door and watched as one of the streetlights flickered on while dusk settled in. There wasn’t a single car

"She—" "Betrayed you?" I turned off the recording. "Just like you betrayed me." "Interesting?" Dante knelt on the ground, his body weak, utterly defeated. "I really... have nothing left..." he mumbled. "No," I corrected him. "You still have your life." "Though I don't know how long you can keep it." As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of car engines came from a distance. Two black SUVs drove into the pier, their headlights blinding.

THE MASSIVE TURNAROUND Ryan lay on his bed, his mind racing with thoughts. He couldn't believe what he had just heard from Mrs. Williams. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was finally free from the shackles of the Williams family. Ryan lay on his bed with a smile on his face. He was happy about the conversation he had just had with Mrs Williams. He felt like he was out of the prison he had been put in. Now, all he needed to do was wait for a day or two before he told them that he had gotten a new job.