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

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“Alter Other ” by Mikail Ndolo

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Alter Other I walk into the mall quickly, a clear indication of purpose, I am certain of the reason why I came to shop, and I just have to make the purchase and go. However much I try to focus my mind on developing an awareness of the activities taking place, I cannot forgo the reality that I am also watching myself take the actions. No, I do not mean imagination, I also have a real perception of my actions, an embodiment of myself which observes, noting the decisions taken, interrupting none, but very present…… For instance, I ...

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“Good Men Die Young” by Avigyan Sinha

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The funeral email came as a surprise to me. James Newman had died; his funeral was on the following Friday. What surprised me was not the news of his death, having already received that information in our graduation text group, but instead the invitation itself. * 'Why me?' Harry thought to himself. He thought it might be a cruel joke, mentally racing through a list of people who would do something this eccentric in 'bad taste' and on finding no suitable candidate did he resign to his fate. Harry opened the email. * "Invitation to ...

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“The Autopsy ” by Kat Stokes

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Rachel Stone lays like the dead on a cold stainless steel table. She is at the Scarlet County Morgue, being wheeled into an autopsy room by Dr. Richard Carlisle. She is his last autopsy for the night, and for a good reason. Everyone has already left. He’s alone. He can perform her dissection uninterrupted. Her body is too fresh and too warm that it might raise suspicion by his colleagues if they see the glow in her complexion or the way the blood pours out of her body from her still-beating heart. This day has been planned for far too long n...

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“A Thread that Binds” by Carol Keefer

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The summer is hot, well, more sizzling than I ever remember—a reminder of simpler times is recorded in my voice mail, leaving me at a loss of words. And that brought the memory of what my mother said, “Cat got your tongue? But I would choose to nod with a smile, keeping my thoughts to myself. It is preferable not to say anything that was unnecessary or hurtful words. And when I thought about those times when the silence grew between my mother and me, the words of my doctor, “Ms. Brown, I regret to inform yo...

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“Hula Hoop” by Lilia May

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I’m on my way down my last stop of the night. 2:45 am, Easton Boulevard. Last shift isn’t so bad as a bus driver, except in this part of town. This next stop goes past the red light district, and I hate driving through this late at night. It saddens me to see the girls, caked in makeup, soulless eyes, teetering at the edges of the sidewalks. As I drive through, my mind fairly empty, no patients on the bus, something catches my eye. I push the brakes, hard, and my whole body twists around. There she stands, on the corner of the street. Blond...

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“I'm Not Afraid to Die” by Daphne Pope

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Dear God, Today, at school, Sydney Williams told me that my hair looked like a red Indian’s. I wasn’t offended, but Master Klyde took her to the principal’s office and she had to sit in detention all afternoon. I didn’t feel so bad for her until her mother got there. She looked quite angry. Also, God, I must apologize. Raymond gave Caroline a haircut and, I’m sorry, Lord, but I’m afraid I couldn’t control my laughter when she walked out of the bathroom this morning, all uneve...

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“My real estate broker sold me a haunted house” by Rey Thomas Leopando

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I stretched my back as I listen to my real estate broker’s grouchy voice. “I’ve already sent the papers,” he continues speaking. I do not understand why he sound so shaky and hesitant. Or is it the air conditioner from the office that has been buzzing my ears affecting my head? My broker said it is the most affordable and the cheapest house in the neighborhood. Well, for one reason, which is what I told him. To find me an affordable house. My arms and back felt a little bit warmer after I heard crunching sounds of my bones. I place...

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“Improvement ” by Gwendolyn Burns

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"Jason!" My eyes snapped open as my teacher walked towards me. "You were sleeping. Do you find this lecture boring?" I shook my head. "Now ma'am." The teacher gave a forced smile. "Good now could you tell me the last name of our eighth president?" My stomach felt like it had been twisted into a knot. "Um...well you see...I...he" My teacher was about ready to talk when the quiet girl of my class with waist length, wavy, blonde, hair, and blue eyes stood up. "Oh that's my favorite president his last name was Van Burien." I almost laughed as ...

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“When The Battlefield Caved In” by Olachi Iwehee

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I knew this could be the last time I would come out of here alive. The sound of battle, weapons and death drew nearer; sounded clearer with every new step I took towards the exit of the cave. My mother had told me tales of how deadly these caves could be. Tales I had swallowed wide eyed, gulping down the terror and fear her shrill shaky tone created. Mother had been the last fighter of the clan- the Hénti. The only surviving offspring of the Hanū; the king. She had been unable to save the clan from a sudden foreign invasion – a cause she had...

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“Rose Tinted” by Sude Bektas

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Sebastian loves me. He loves me in a way that dims the rest of the world from his gaze, he says. He paints beautiful paintings of the trees and the sky and the sea, but they don’t hold a candle to the beauty he sees in me, he says. Where the flowers in the garden stop growing and the path to our home starts winding, he sits me down after I cry and kisses my face better until nature repairs itself. He tells me sorry, and cries floods of regret from his bloodshot eyes because he loves me more than life itself, he says. Each time, I go to p...

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“But still, I Wasn't Worrying” by Doreen Shea

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But Still, I Wasn’t Worrying There was a cold front that swept in from the mountain tops, it collected speed, then found her soul. It was not always there, it just appeared one day, more like an ugly smear on a counter that somehow your arm finds too late. It stole her reasoning, it stole her heart, as she stole her mom’s money. The rose drops from my hand as I leave it on the letters that make up her name. My unanswered questions linger in the air long before I pivot, walk twenty-eight paces and kneel at our parent’s grave...

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“Miranda's Story” by Frieda Hoffman

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When Miranda first got pregnant, she wasn’t thrilled. “Oh my God, I don’t want to have a kid!” she recalled thinking, shrieking. “What the heck am I doing?” Miranda was thirty-four and had been married to Jeff for six years. “I was just on the cusp of being an ancient person in terms of having a baby,” she deadpanned. “In the medical world, I was legitimately dead already.” We hadn’t spoken in over twenty years, but Miranda was still the fireball of sarcastic hilarity that I remembered from high school. We were in a grrrl band toget...

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“First Person Plural” by Joe Swanson

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I saw it happening in real time. Happening to me, right before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was like a dream I often have, where I’m being chased by something or someone, probably myself, but can’t get away. It’s not that I get caught, but I get bored and just give up. Sit on the curb, and wait. Nothing happens, no noise, no lightning, no visions, or ascensions, nothing. This is different. It feels different, because I’m awake no doubt, or at least I think I am, but then I’ve been...

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“pratinu” by Bhavya Trivedi

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“Scorsese, copy this, Charlie on the lead. following the lead. where is the team delta? Do you hear me? where is team delta?” “Scorsese here. copy that. delta troop destroyed. delta troop destroyed.” “what do you mean, destroyed? hello Scorsese, where is Rosa?” “lost. she is lost. no contact through the CDR, nothing from the scope of TTP. will report as soon as I find a lead?” “where was her shuttle last seen?” “The coordinates were not recorded in the system. but the gravitational field was recorded high. the space-time was distorted before...

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“The Neighbor” by J Hynes

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One sniff was all it took for Daisy to change direction. Known in the neighborhood as Ms. HT, aka Ms. Hoity-toity, she cannot bear anything out of order or smelling less than expensive French perfume. Raised in high society, she thinks she is better than others especially since winning First in Show at Westmoreland. Dressed in her short, sassy brown coat with two back and two brown boots she walks daily around the block with her wet nose straight in the air. This position is not a result of the breeze but her attitude. First to move into...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 100 stories

“Alter Other ” by Mikail Ndolo

“Good Men Die Young” by Avigyan Sinha

“The Autopsy ” by Kat Stokes

“A Thread that Binds” by Carol Keefer

“Hula Hoop” by Lilia May

“I'm Not Afraid to Die” by Daphne Pope

“My real estate broker sold me a haunted house” by Rey Thomas Leopando

“Improvement ” by Gwendolyn Burns

“When The Battlefield Caved In” by Olachi Iwehee

“Rose Tinted” by Sude Bektas

“But still, I Wasn't Worrying” by Doreen Shea

“Miranda's Story” by Frieda Hoffman

“First Person Plural” by Joe Swanson

“pratinu” by Bhavya Trivedi

“The Neighbor” by J Hynes

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