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

Posted in Kids on Oct 26, 2022

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“The Reckoning ” by Tom Vandel

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                                                      The Reckoning        I was told in high school by my English teacher, Mrs. Eliason, that writing helps you think. Helps clarify things in your mind. Especially during hard times. Jus...

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“Clusters ” by Edgar Diamondclaw

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CW: suicideI read these words, and I am not yet dead……the terminal was crowded with anxiety and lifeless eyes. The air itself seemed to squeeze your chest the more you breathed in. We saw the bodies of suicide strewn about – it’s strange how unaffected we were by this; I suppose we understood why…. I continued to hug the head pressed into my shoulder as I guided her through the labyrinth of teary faces and scattered luggage. Maybe I was just conditioned by years of strict routines, but I was more panicked by the thought of missing the plane ...

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“The Sentencing Of W. J. Whetstone” by E. L. Louie

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W. J. Whetstone, a retired navy admiral stood up for sentencing. A tall lean gray-haired man of weather-worn countenance who seldom smiled. He grunted as he shifted his weight off his left knee onto the African Blackwood walking cane with a golden lion’s head for a handle.A dislike of snobbish folks permeated his entire being. Their arrogant know-it-all attitude got on his last darn nerve. Judge Kathlyn Driscoll sitting up high on her bench in the florescent-lit, cold, disinfected smelling courtroom was no exception.He rubbed the back of his...

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“THE REAPER'S CONVOY” by Cyril Falculan

Submitted to Contest #105

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you J] EL CASA CUATRO Dimly lit luminesce. The cheers of glee audibly roared coming from the sea of men present to watched the silhouette behind closed doors. An array of light, distinct hue and coloured panels ruptured the satisfaction the moment that the music became much slower. Beat awoken bestial pleasure. The primal whistled channel their disgusting drools. You make it look like it’s magic ‘Cause I see nobody, n...

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“A Peacock Pie to Remember ” by Emily Rose

Submitted to Contest #105

Arnell, 2003: Arnell Donnelly was a writer. He firmly believed in the candor books had been able to express, with stories and truths unshakable to the core, ringing with an anthem so soft and pure only the most attentive could hear. He considered himself a learner, a reflector; a scholar so to speak. His life had been built around books, he had been reading by the age of 3. Books were friends you could count on, who told adventures, truths, ideas, perspectives you could never experience. Arnell was fascinated by stories and legends, the ones...

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“Stay With Me Forever” by Melford Maderazo

Submitted to Contest #105

I was dreaming of going back to the time I had committed my greatest mistake, to change and correct it. I left the only love of my life because of reasons like misunderstanding and incompatibility. We were always in strife and believed that we were not meant for each other. But, since then, I have realized that I made a mistake leaving her and living my life without her by my side. Since then, I have been thinking about going back to that time so that things would not be like this so that she would have not left me so that she would have not...

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“The most dangerous adventure” by Laurel Maynard

Submitted to Contest #105

The lights flickered overhead. I was getting dizzy, but I had no choice other than to continue on. Our family needed supplies, and we didn't have much time left. I looked at my husband, hoping to communicate all my love for him in with eye contact. I nodded to him silently, and we separated, hoping to cover more ground between the two of us. My beloved, may your journey be successful. I will see you again, I swear it. Oh, gosh, here they come again. The employees at Savings Mart were quite familiar with them by now. They must have moved he...

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“Grotesque gas giant ” by J D Hernandez

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Thinking back on my fondest memories occurred in childhood not because they were happier but because it was in them. Suzie Cooper was my best friend. The only person in life to never judge me. She was with me my whole life. Through the good times and the bad. Each marriage birth and death. An in the end all I had was memories. Blissful, awful but mine. It was a cold October the winter of ‘98 when I saw my first dead body. At first we; I and Susie were innocently played by the lake. It was between freezing and thawed. So we paid it little min...

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“Peterson?” by Katharine Widdows

Submitted to Contest #105

June 29th I edged back down the alleyway behind the yards of the Forber Street houses and rounded the corner. Once the body was out of sight I bent double and retched, eyes streaming, stomach turning. After a few deep breaths I found my radio. ‘Yankee Mike Three, Yankee Mike Three, this is Yankee Mike Eight. Over.’ ‘Yankee Mike Three, go ahead. Over.’ ‘Assistance needed, unidentified body behind Forber Street. Over.’ Within minutes the alleyway was cordoned off and Forensics were on the way. We started a door-to-door but apart from t...

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“Another Beautiful Day” by Muffin Hill

Submitted to Contest #105

There are always something wandering in my mind. Sometimes they are troubles from my past, sometimes they are sweet memories about you. No matter what, my mind is always running like an energy ball, and it often gives me headache. Then I changed my focus to you. I opened the contact and started looking for you. You have always been my best General in life. Whenever I had doubt, any confusion about anything, you are like a teacher, a coach, a professor, guiding me through problems and found the solutions. I like writing poems for this Man. ...

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“Skinny Hunger” by Ulfa Hassan

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There’s a hunger at the pit of my stomach. It gnaws at me and tells me to consume nothing. Nothing at all. Don’t you want to be skinny again? I do, but its so hard. I’m so hungry. Somehow, the hunger feels good. The pains and the aches, the tumultuous rumblings of my unsatisfied stomach are all part of my body returning to the slim shape that it was before. I miss that girl. Every day, I think about her and how much I took her for granted. Now, hardly any of her clothes even fit me. It’s this medicine that’s done it. The pills that ...

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“OPEN SECRET” by Sivaram Govindaraj

Submitted to Contest #105

RUBY SAYS: I am a woman with a ‘past’ and wonder who would marry me. I am fair, tall and have nice features. I know that if I dressed provocatively somebody would give me a wolf whistle. I have remained a spinster long enough and have decided to somehow take the plunge into matrimony. I had started reading matrimonial ads and one day this ad caught my eye : I am 43 and am a widower. My wife died of natural causes after 22 years of marriage leaving behind a daughter who is now 19. I am idealistic, broad minded and in good health. I am looking...

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“A tale of two Sarahs” by Marie McLaughlin

Submitted to Contest #105

My name is Sarah Swanson and I'm Eleven and a half years old. I'm laying in my bed, laptop in my hands. My mom and dad are downstairs having an argument over something probably not worth arguing about anyway. "Do you think I make a million dollars at my desk job!?!? I don't make enough to afford that museum field trip for Sarah!!" That's my dad, Mike. He's always complaining about his job at the office, and he talks about how everything my mom and me want to spend money on means "one more day that he has to work a job he hates", but he thi...

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“The Actor's Journey” by Ellie K

Submitted to Contest #105

Lights up. The stage is dark. A spotlight reveals ANGELINE, sitting alone on a park bench. In her hand, she holds a white rose. She ponders the events that have just ensued. For about the sixth time today, I wonder why I'm even here, what made me decide to do this. I sacrifice my lunches and after-school homework times just to be here and do what? I'm just sitting here on this bench in the middle of the stage, doing almost nothing while people stare at me. Up in the catwalk, four people dressed in black fuss with a humongous light fixture...

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“Ghosts” by A. Smoak

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I had hoped to drive through the night and make it to New Hampshire by morning but the rain began to fall hard. This little car of ours was never made for anything farther than 3 miles outside city limits and the last thing I wanted was to be stuck in the mud on the side of the road at two in the morning. The flimsy windshield wipers were beating back the water as hard as they could, but when I saw the neon glow of a hotel I could barely make out that golden ticket I had been hoping for - vacancies. In the lobby, the man behind the desk...

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