Write a story that switches between first person and third person point of view.
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“The Next Good Day” by Oliver Bisky
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 s...
“The Unknown” by Zilla Babbitt
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 ther...
“Dear Mother” by LN K
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 ...
“Pants on Fire” by Amany Sayed
“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 believ...
“Guilt” by Everett Silvers
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 ag...
“Who You Really Are” by Jon Casper
Yolanda Ruiz stood with folded arms, surveying the smoldering ruins of the sprawling estate. The morning news would report that rescue efforts were underway, but she knew it was a recovery mission at this point. The inferno had raged through the night as firefighters struggled to navigate their trucks to the villa nestled deep in the national park outside Willard. By the time the choppers had arrived to d...
“It Was Her” by Keya Jadav
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...
“Family Tree” by Elli Lewis
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 t...
“Strings” by Cannelle L
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 simple...
“What Could Have Been” by Eliza Entwistle
It was May when I first saw him, and pollen from the plant life traveled through the air. The ground was wet from having just rained, butthe sun was now shining highas if it werea beacon.He was walking down the street, a simple street which could be called boring, but helititupwith his presence.There was no way to describe him except that his eyes were swirls of gold, like maybea million starshad fallen from the night sky andall came ...
“Shadow” by Kylie Wallis
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. Wh...
“The Gunfight” by Bob E
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 pull...
“Cracks in the Ice” by Aaron Caicedo
I haven’t been here in forever. Decades, maybe--damn, has it really been that long? Huh. Well, you know what they say, ‘time flies when you’re having’… No, actually, screw the ending to that; time just flies, that’s all it does. Doesn’t matter if you’re having fun, or just getting older, time just keeps on slipping and sliding by, gliding on that brief, icy patch of our existence. It ain’t stopping for me, for ...
“Recur 27 Syndrome” by Andrea Magee
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 ...
“Doctoring the Truth” by Jane Andrews
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-cheste...
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