Write a story that switches between first person and third person point of view.

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“The Next Good Day” by Vi Bisky

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TW: suicideDr. Delaney visits every Tuesday, at eight o’clock sharp. It goes like this: she knocks three times, in succession, but with no particular rhythm; she calls out our name through the door, softly, and only once; she leaves. Though she intrudes on our treasured evenings together, we admire her persistence, her punctuality. Still, we cannot comply with her wishes—even if we begin to listen for the staccato of her feet outside the door. Tonight is no different. She arrives, she knocks, she waits, and so do we.“Levi? It’s Jan,” sh...

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“The Unknown” by Zilla Babbitt

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Content warning: suicideThe unknown man lies dead in the barn for three days, and on the fourth we bury him. We tried to bury him before but had to wait, the ground was so hard. Gunne, who tried to dig the plot in the cemetery down the road, says it was like trying to break ice with a toothpick. So we wait until the March thaw frees the ground enough to dig up cold earth for a resting place. We wanted to do everything right, lay him there with all the rites and prayers and everything, as if he had been our own dear brother.The second ni...

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“Dear Mother” by LN K

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There was only one person Tom could blame for his predicament. He stared at the box that sat beside him, a box filled with letters his mother never received. He had sent them, of course, each time he would mail it and each time the letter would be returned to him. So often this happened that he had begun to store them in a box. When Tom was taken, they had at least allowed him to keep the box. What they hadn’t allowed was the letter opener he had with him. One person to blame, he thought.He reached for the first letter in his organized ...

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“Pants on Fire” by Amany Sayed

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“From the top,” I say, clapping twice and leaning back in my chair. I imagine it’s a director’s chair, high off the ground and demanding respect. In reality, it’s a very wobbly fold-up chair, and I’m praying it won’t collapse on me. “Ok,” the boy clears his throat, “I was just-I mean, I had to stay up so late because my-my mom, she went to the hospital and-”“Stop.” He stops his blubbering and obvious fake crying. “I thought it was your dad? See, keep it going like this, and no one is going to believe your lies. It’s Boy Who Cried W...

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“Guilt” by Epiphany Moucka

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I stared down at their graves, my face felt blank. Emotions boiled underneath my skin as I gazed at the names carved into the stones. The ground was still freshly shovelled and wet. Steadily becoming soaked by the gray drizzle that was pouring down on me from the dark clouds above. I sniffed, wiping away a tear that was about to fall as I stared at the first grave. James Oliver Johnson, it began. Died at age 43, Husband of Anne Marie Johnson, father of Marina and Esme. He will be missed. A tear made its way down my cheek. The grave said almo...

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“It Was Her” by Keya J.

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Writer's note: I would recommend reading my other story 'Gimme the mike!' first as there might be instances regarding the above mentioned.-----Those blue eyes, that melody filled smile, those beautiful curls in her hair, every memory is embedded like a pillar in my heart. The first day, I ever saw Noa, as I sipped the miscellaneous coffee with chunks of sugar still teasing my mouth. The blurred colours swirled in the sky pouring its shades to the July evening. She was partly sitting, her hips shallowly placed on the cold outer ring by w...

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“Family Tree” by Elli Lewis

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Present Day: LolaWe see our lives as solid. Structures we have built, brick by brick. But I know they are shoddy constructions, not fit for purpose. It’s the illusion of normalcy that is dependable. Just look at my living room, unchanged even as my world crumbles. Only the officers in their uniforms spoil the otherwise familiar scene. And even they will be gone soon.Over the past week, as it all unfolded, I kept thinking about the time Grayson broke his arm. Just a normal Saturday afternoon at the park. A train on a track it had traversed co...

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“Strings” by Cannelle L

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Aranya is lying on the grass, alone and tired from running. She looks different, bleached hair spreading like a shield. I almost can't recognize her with her eyes closed, forest green orbs hidden behind soft lashes. Then you find her. She tells you to go away, but you don't. Putting your guitar down first, you lie beside her and tell her that she is crying like it is the simplest thing to do. She lifts a hand to her cheek, greeting the dampness on her skin. Two girls stay for long moments, staring at the sky. It...

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“Shadow” by Kylie Wallis

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Regina Clarke made the choice to return to Grendel Crescent, when she heard that her father was dead. She had run away from home as a teenager, unwilling to go through with an arranged marriage. Regina never really liked Frank, even when they were younger. She suspected he harboured a crush on her, which she found kind of repulsive.The Ramirez and Aldridge families had known each other for years and so figured, why not get the kids together? Of course, it didn’t go according to plan. When she was eighteen, Regina crossed paths with Ezra Clar...

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“The Gunfight” by Bob E

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TW: Gun violenceThe car park was dark and something less than half full and the wind blew strongly through the unprotected concrete. It was icy. The weather was turning. Johnny pulled his coat tighter and kept walking. He could hear sirens, faintly, in the distance, and tried to place exactly where they were. Suddenly, there was an engine roar. Johnny turned to meet the oncoming headlights and lowered his head to cut out the beam, thrusting his hands into his coat. He pulled and levelled h...

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“Hidden” by Kira Krieger

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With all that has happened these past few months, my life has been the public announcement of a town crier. It’s quite daunting when I think about it. It’s scary living in a glass box. Tessa was the only way I made it through. She’s an open book. Didn’t believe in keeping secrets of her own. Whenever I was blue, she would regale me of a story about her childhood or her fiance or things the boys did before I came. Merlin was limited with his stories. All of them - the few he shared - were before the age of ten and after he went to Camel...

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“Recur 27 Syndrome” by Andrea Magee

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Every Tuesday at exactly 2:11 p.m. I die for 14 minutes. I die the exact same way every Tuesday. Of course, it took me several times of dying before I realized what was happening to me. Just like the Tom Cruise movie 'Day After Tomorrow'. I've died at work, at the bank, the dentist, and on the bus to name a few places. I've gotten used to it now. I am able to schedule my death in my list of 'to do' things for Tuesdays.The first time it happened though was insane. I was standing in line at Starbucks. There were 3 caffeine depen...

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“First day in the college” by Spondon Ganguli

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They say that this world is a big stage and we all are the performer here. I also agree with it but want to add one more thing, that each scene is a one take act. Sometimes when we look into our past memories, we find many moments where we acted so immaturely out of confusion and that resulted in humiliation. One such situation I remember was my first day of my college attending the first class there. It was such an embarrassing moment but thank God it was not dragged on further. I was in fear about so many things at a time altogether tha...

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“I and You Are We” by Kathleen March

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Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And dance by the light of the moon (Old minstrel song, perhaps) Pilar and Lavinia are in O Toural, a central yet free-flowing litttle plaza in Santiago de Compostela. They have been discussing the new film coming to Numax and how they ought to go because it's had great reviews. "I hear the actors aren't professionals. They all come from the rural area where it was filmed. That creates an impact." Lavinia says, and knows ...

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“Doctoring the Truth” by Jane Andrews

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Snip! Snip! Snip! My long, dark tresses fall to the floor. My mother continues until my hair is shorn as short as any boy’s. “Put your brother’s old clothes on now,” she says, handing over a shirt and breeches. I look at my mother. We both know this is the only way for a woman to train as a doctor in 1809, but I am twenty years old and not flat-chested enough to pass scrutiny as a man. “I’ll bandage your breasts,” my mother says hurriedly. By the time we have finished, Margaret Ann Bulkley has been transformed into James Miranda Barry, an i...

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Write a story that switches between first person and third person point of view.

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✍️ 100 stories

“The Next Good Day” by Vi Bisky

“The Unknown” by Zilla Babbitt

“Dear Mother” by LN K

“Pants on Fire” by Amany Sayed

“Guilt” by Epiphany Moucka

“It Was Her” by Keya J.

“Family Tree” by Elli Lewis

“Strings” by Cannelle L

“Shadow” by Kylie Wallis

“The Gunfight” by Bob E

“Hidden” by Kira Krieger

“Recur 27 Syndrome” by Andrea Magee

“First day in the college” by Spondon Ganguli

“I and You Are We” by Kathleen March

“Doctoring the Truth” by Jane Andrews

🌟 Similar prompts

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

Write about a person trying to see something from another’s point of view.

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Write about a character who can suddenly see through another person's eyes — literally.

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