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Write a story from the point of view of three different characters.

Posted in Character on Oct 26, 2022

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The Beginning of Our Lives at the End of the World

Submitted to Contest #105

Sam.“State officials are warning people to stay inside for the apocalypse, citing studies that state the home is the best place to experience the end of the world. Republican pundits say that only homes with holocaust shelters will allow any chances of survival, while the House continues to debate whether or not our impending doom should be embraced, as many Democrats are deciding to do. In any case, the end is drawing near.”The coffee is already cold. I must’ve got it started too early in an attempt to fill my day with things to do. I got l...

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The ancient house

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The sweeping edifice stood there, proud and erect and undaunted by time. Though covered in mosses and hanging loops, the ceiling-height doors adorned in intricate floral patterns and bay windows guarded by curved window grills epitomized aristocracy. Maybe years ago, the elites had dined there in merry times. Mr. Gupta had always loved this long forgotten relic and basked in pleasure whenever he beheld it, sipping his morning teas. At dawn, when the rays of the sun kisses the beautifully lined and dotted surface; it glows red with love. The ...

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The Cajun Conundrum

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PETER Those who strayed too far from the grassy knolls and cemented sidewalk of Mother's shotgun cottage were sure to face a bad case of juju. Living in New Orleans as pet rabbits hadn't been a difficult ordeal while Mother watched over us. It was a comfortable place, brightly painted yellow with a triangle roof and stairs that lead to a porch that circled around long enough for me to stretch my legs. Me and Snoball had our own spacious enclosure inside, a never-ending supply of food and water and even a cushioned space to sleep. Out...

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Strangers in the Night

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STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT Lois looked out of the bus window, not really seeing anything. It was late autumn and the days were getting shorter. The overcast sky had blanketed the last of the setting sun’s glory and although it was not quite six o’clock, it was dark enough for the street lights to activate. She pressed the bell for the next stop, number 29A. Gathering her grocery bags into one hand and slinging her handbag over her left shoulder, she made her way to the exit door. The bus slowed and stopped; she called out ‘Thank you,’ to the d...

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The Spynx Cat

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The Sphynx Cat You never know who you might meet... Go to elgoog Earth (there were copyright issues…) do you see that HUGE place with France, Spain, Germany etc? Good, now look at the small insignificant dot next to it (you might need a magnifying glass).Found it? Well done, you win a prize-you get to read this book (some may say that it's a punishment but that’s beside the point…)for this is where our story starts. There is a boy called Tom. Tom was a good boy. He was the sort of person who would help an old lady with her shopping or help...

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Three Minds Intertwined

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                   Lucille's POVI wished I never set foot in this house in the first place because the next I knew, I received the beating of my life. I lay there on the floor, crying, groaning in pain and agony. All I wanted to do was have a little freedom, roam the mysterious streets of my land, but instead, I come home to an unexpected incident. My life couldn't get any worse. "Pull yourself together," I told myself. I took a concentrating shower, bu...

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"My Eyes Are Dim"

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“My eyes are dim, I cannot see,I have not brought my specs with me.”From the Quartermaster’s Store.“There were foxes - stuffed in little boxes.”From the Quartermaster's Store.Jane died two months before Ginny was born. The awakening for Ginny was traumatic.For Jane, it was also somewhat of a shock. Her massive heart attack dropped her to the ground and the last thing she remembered was talking to her sister-in-law as they sipped cocktails and smoked a forbidden cigarette.Jane had left her Island farm to visit a favourite broth...

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Limes

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Life shivered and wrapped her cloak more tightly around her. Winters in New York were frigid. She much preferred tropical places, even though she had to drag a cooler around with her so the lemons didn't spoil.The people of New York had a dignified walk to them. Their footfalls were as crisp and rhythmic as the ticking of a metronome. They walked with their shoulders squared and their head down, hands plunged in their pockets. Life's gaze fell on one young man who was an outlier in this ubiquitous scene; his chin was flung towards the sky an...

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A Sense of Peace

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POV #1:  It was a slow day at the shop today. Usually, there was the familiar buzz of voices and instruments slung together, as people wandered around the big music shop. Today there must've been only three or so people here, and the only noise came from somebody in the back playing bass guitar softly, I was busy filing sheet music in the back warehouse, my least favorite job. It was tedious work, going through hundreds of sheets and walking around filing them in lettered boxes. I grabbed the last box labeled "Classical Nursery Rhymes...

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Weed in the Garden

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The darkness first took root 2 years ago, like an unimposing weed buried quietly in the garden. I thought nothing of it at first, attributing the momentary lapses in mood and concentration to my strenuous job - just another symptom of 21st century Corporate America, a struggle shared by white-collar workers everywhere. But what did I care? I was meeting my performance targets comfortably, collecting bonus checks and lavish praise from my boss. I was able to provide for Jenny and Asiah. Nothing was amiss! Life was, 98% of the time, quite good...

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OUT OF THE ROSE

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Out of the Rose By William Butler Yeats One winter evening an old knight in rusted chain-armour rode slowly along the woody southern slope of Ben Bulben, watching the sun go down in crimson clouds over the sea. His horse was tired, as after a long journey, and he had upon his helmet the crest of no neighbouring lord or king, but a small rose made of rubies that glimmered every moment to a deeper crimson. His white hair fell in thin curls upon his shoulders, and its disorder added to the melancholy of his face, which was the face of one of th...

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Assassinator wins. Or does he...... Part 1

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I shouted out loudly for my father, only to hear a blank scream. Then silence. What was going on? I had to know! Fighting my tears, I strutted forward. Behind the walls, was a large shadow. Could it be The Assassinator? The Assassinator was said to be the person behind those killings in the neighborhood recently. It all stayed hidden until my mother dialed 911 saying that our neighbor was murdered, only to call attention for the Police the finally send people down The Assassinator. It did serve its purpose. But it called way more attention, ...

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WAVERLY

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MARTHA SPEAKS: The Waverly Estate had been founded by an Englishman in India and he had left it to his heirs. Pete now owned it and after he had passed on...... I am going too fast! I am Martha a maid in Pete’s household. I practically grew up in Waverly. Pete had arranged for me to wed Dick who ran the farming wing and we lived in a quarter on the grounds while he lived in the spacious main bungalow alongside where I would cook and keep house.  Pete was a very large hearted and good natured man who remained a bachelor. One day he sudde...

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Three, Two, One. Swish.

Submitted to Contest #105

That was the day he did it. Three, two, one. Swish. I use to watch him from across the street on my balcony, he did it every day. Swish. He ripped it, the turnaround fadeaway as the buzzer expired. He was fairly tall, I think he’s about 6’1 now. He’d be wearing one of the many shirts in his gym strip rotation. From basketball camps upstate, and from tournaments, warmup shirts and jerseys of his favourite players. Perspiration would dampen his hair, forming dark patches on his lean back. Swish. Tony was a great kid. If I didn’t...

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Wait. What?

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     Wait.What?      By Karen Lankford-Carnes“Hi Melissa! Are we still on for lunch? Good, good. Mexican or Mediteranian? Nah I’m good with either. Great! I’ll see ya then. Say, uh, there’s something I want to talk to you about. Like adults, you know? Okay, I’ll see you ‘bout 1:00 then. Bye.” Izzy was a little concerned about this “talk” she wanted to have with Melissa, but she had to speak with someone about it. She wanted to understand the why and the how of it all. She didn’...

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