Writing From A Different Perspective Novels & Stories

I had just finished writing the story of my journey, from the darkest moments of my past to the brightest moments of my present. I held the manuscript in my hands, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. It had taken me months to write, but it was worth it. As I began to read, I felt like I was reliving my journey all over again. I read about the struggles I had faced, the tears I had cried, and the fears I had overcome. I read about the moments of joy, the laughter, and the love. And as I read, I felt like I was transported back to those moments, reliving them with a newfound sense of perspective.

she said making my eyes go wide " what do you mean by that?" I questioned " my friend deals with this all the time,lil girls regret breaking their innocence after its taken away coz they don't know what to tell their parents so they cry RAPE it happens and I know this by how you behaving, the attitude,not being depressed, all this glowing, I was just like that but know what helped me get out of the situation and the mess I made?" now I'm confused " what are you talking about? " I asked her

I mean… I write my own stories since I was young, but I just do it for myself. Right now, I want to share what I’m writing to the world! I actually attempted to share what I wrote to Jessie and she told me I could take a shot… but I felt like it’s still out of my reach—like I still lack something. And I want a known author’s perspective, Joaquin—who is also a fellow fantasy-romance author. I want a male point-of-view! Summoning all my courage, I began to weave my way through the crowd. I nodded politely to those who passed, careful not to draw too much attention to myself as I know some of them might wonder who I am…

I followed her. Suddenly, I felt uneasy… My eyesight blurred, my heart pounded in my chest as hard as the ocean waves hitting the shorelines. “What is happening to me?” I whispered. As she pulled back the heavy black curtains and opened the imposing wooden door, my jaw dropped and I felt my soul threatening to vacate my body. *goodbye* "What the hell..." —- Author’s Note: Hello, lovely readers! I wanted to inform you that this story will feature two different points of view. The main heroine's perspective will be written in the first person, while the rest of the story will be in the third person. I hope this doesn't confuse anyone. Thank you for taking the time to read it.

Hi guys, Just a quick one. I just want to tell you guys how grateful I am for your support in reading this masterpiece of my imagination. Well... It was just a cheeky imagination and here we are at the end of the day. I'm writing to let you guys know that I might unfortunately have to change my narrative techniques for the next few chapters. Since I'm finding it very difficult to express certain things from my point of view, I guess the first-person point of view would be better for these few chapters. Kindly bear with me and stay longer on this journey with me. Thank you so much, guys. I love you. _Rave Queen.

“I used to envy people who didn’t.” He glanced at her, intrigued. “My past isn’t something I always want to carry around,” she said. “Sometimes, starting over is the kindest thing you can give yourself.” He looked at her for a long, silent moment. “I think that’s what your writing did,” he said. “It started over, sentence by sentence. And somewhere along the way, it gave people permission to do the same.” The words touched something deep in her chest. Not flattery. Something gentler.

Even when I am writing I couldn't hold my tears back. Writing a journal is like sharing a secret with your friend. If you are troubled, you will get a different insight while writing your problems which help you solve them or overcome them. A journal is like a best friend who will console you, gives you a different perspective of your problems, and listens to you ranting patiently. You will always feel light after writing everything like after talking with your best friend. Sweet dreams were broken When I looked upon the sky Hateful words spoken I thought to say my goodbyes

~Author's Note ~ Guys, the next one and two parts will be written in third person POV as I want to show the incomplete feelings and desires of the couples. Please go through the next parts if you don't have any problem with changing the POV.

There's a mix of humor in it. "Come on! Not really. You know sir, writing is sometimes drawn from personal experience. Others, based on their critical thinking. Or others based it on their principles. They wear the shoes their character wears and then, from there, they decide what will happen in their story. Every writer has a different way of writing.” “Then, how about you? What is your method?” Infinity thought carefully about how to answer it.

SEASON 2 Hello everyone! First of all, if you have made it this far, an endless thank you to you. I appreciate your presence taking the time reading my book. Secondly, I am sorry. I am sorry because I may not deliver the cleanest chain of thought or have a strong plot in a story. I am a new writer and still currently learning as of today. Lastly, I have decided and think heavily that I will put the P.O.V of the second book in the Third Person. I find it more transparent and direct and showcase all the feelings, emotions, and thoughts that a particular character may have.