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

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“The Late-Night Caller” by Del Gibson

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THE LATE-NIGHT CALLER by Del Gibson ‘Jake, the phone’s ringing,’ I shove him hard with my elbow into his side. ‘Jake, answer the god damn phone!’ My eyes stray to the luminescent sick, green, digital-clock, it’s 2:30 a.m. Phone still ringing… ‘What the hell? Who would be calling at this time?’ he says, reaching over and snatching the landline from its cradle. ‘Hello,’ Jake’s voice hoarse; having been ripped from his sleep, almost hesitant, as he realises the time on the digital clock. ‘Hello, sorry to call at such a late hour. But may I ...

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“Saving Vanessa Mc Connelly” by Sarah Desouza

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One day there was a huge protest rally on the streets of Boston. They seemed to be screaming 'Abortion is wrong!' Sally took a look outside her window - there was a throng of people. She rather hated protests. She agreed that Abortion was wrong in her heart, but she didn't really like all the noise they were making. She believed that 'All life was sacred'. Her parents thought the same.The nurse at the hospital where Sally was born, asked her father whether aborting Sally was a good option, because there some fears that she would be a sick ba...

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“Brotherly Love” by Brenda Butler

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“I See” “What do you see? What I see and what you see, could it possibly be, that we may see is differently? That doesn't make me right and you wrong we're just willing to stubbornly stand alone. We can agree to disagree which is so weird to me. What solution have we come to? Is there something else we can do? It’s through the eyes of the beholder. Ask her, ask him exactly what do you see? To the question must be asked whatever it may be. Perspective or perception? What is really to blame and be it to our shame? Because what we’re really sa...

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“An Epitaph for my Neighbor's Dead Cat” by Liv D

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Honestly, at first I was glad she moved in. Before her my neighbors were a loquacious gay couple, and they were nice enough, but they had a ginormous Great Dane that crapped in my yard without restraint. Now, my yard is just kind of there, I don't really spend much time in it, or do any gardening, or anything like that, so I wasn't really monitoring the poop that was steadily building up in my grass, but after excessive use of the flyswatter one deliriously hot day I decided to wrench open the screen door and check out my dying lawn and oh b...

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“A Simple Misunderstanding” by Philip Baker

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"I'm only trying to understand better what bothered you," I intoned in a soft voice. "Can we just go through it one more time?" That was my standard approach every time I would do something to anger her. Not that I really understood ever what were the real reasons for her outrage when they would happen. Somehow I would always have the feeling that what bothered Claire had nothing to do with what she claimed to be and the actual cause was always lost somewhere in between the lines. "There is no reason for it. Just leave it alone. It's fine....

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“QUALITY LIFE MINDSET” by Muhammad Taufik

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Successful Science of Donkey To live successfully, people must have life sciences both from formal schools but also from non-formal schools called schools of life. There are successful people because of formal education but he is not successful in the school of life or vice versa. Formal schools are based on intellectual intelligence while non-formal schools are based on emotional intelligence. When the two bits of intelligence run in balance then the person not only succeeds in facing life's obstacles but also ...

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“How bad can it be” by Kayla Thompson

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So many opinions plague the world. So many ways things ‘should’ be done. Who really is to say which way is the right way? How are we to know that any path that has thus far been found is the correct one to follow? It honestly is outrageously hard to decide, especially when a person has spent such a long time convinced that their path is the only possible one. Granted, this is a path laid before them well before they were of age to make that choice for themselves. This path they walked with a head held high and a heart swollen with pride that...

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“Who’s the Lier?” by Susan Wells

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Loud music filled the room, making it hard to hear anything else as we stepped into the Velvet Turtle. An old Survivor song, “Eye of the Tiger,” played on the jukebox. The place was dark interior, black vinyl on the booths, black walls that sucked in the faint glow of light from the neon liquor signs. Scattered throughout the room were round tables; most of them were full. To our far left I could see an outline of a pool table and heard the clackety-thump of a game in progress. I could make out about eight people seated on stools watching a ...

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“It Isn't Daisy's Fault... I See That Now.” by Janet Thorley

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ROSIE: I see nothing’s changed. Mum is still ensuring the world revolves around darling Daisy, whilst I’m an itch she can’t scratch. “Did you hear, Marjory? Daisy starts at Oxford in the autumn. Two A*s and an A, eh? A child of mine, off to read Chemistry at Oxford,” she says. No mention of the eldest daughter studying paramedic science at Teesside University, but her lack of pride is no surprise. Middlesbrough is not as prestigious. Besides, it’s me. “We visited a few weeks ago,” Daisy states. “Truly amazing and the halls of residen...

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“max's story: the tale of a puppy mill pup” by Violet Nightshade

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Hi, my name is Max. I'm a dog, and I grew up in a place called a puppy mill. A puppy mill is a place where dogs are bred for profit and are treated poorly. At an early age, I was taken from my mom and placed in a cage with my brothers and sisters. I was the runt of the litter, and no one wanted to adopt me until one day, a gruff looking man named John came to see me. He told my human Sandra that he could use me as bait to train his fighting dogs. I didn't know what that meant so I went with him with little resistance. As we left the p...

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“A Birthday Context” by Miss Laine Elumba

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"Lily?!" Ruki, my childhood friend screamed my name as I stood dazed in the pathway. I seem to have drowned my thoughts about the revision of my thesis topic.These past few days have been so hectic for me. All the revisions and preparation of the materials and the changes I've come up with in the nick of time, which is not pleasant news to my advisers. I can't help it, my topic is too tedious and complicated. "I need to graduate, fast, then I can work to have money." I mumbled between my breaths as I didn't recognize Ruki's footste...

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“My Turn to See” by Mary Osise

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My mama used to tell me that the mind of a child and that of an adult can never really meet. Not naturally. As a result, I felt that parents—at least one— had to put themselves in the shoes of the child. My mother did it for me. In those days when I’d return from school, terrified to tell my father that I needed to pay my school fees, that I needed a new pen or a new notebook, my mother would be the mediator. She’d be the one who tried to understand me. I never knew how hard it was.I thought everything was and would remain perfect in my own ...

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“Business Never Late.” by Tariq Saeed

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The park shading it’s beautiful eyed.Red Rose with yellow puppy faced small flowers wanted to convey some message.Some flowers idyllic itself as naughty boy ticked its face with color pencil,they all had some thing to say , I expressing un responded,chewing the grassblade,in hurry than spat it,showed signs of deep imagination.Long Thirty years, retired from my Educational Life.Generated my career with different thoughts,experiments fancied to decorate my pupil with great ideas and self projected contemplation. Sixty than.Ran up with the...

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“You Are My Cure” by Laashmita Saravanan

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Breathing heavily as he threw punches to the red and shabby punching bag hanging from the ceiling, ignoring the pain and exhaustion dwelling in his body that might overpower him at any given moment. A cold breeze of air brushed against his now clammy skin, making him shudder slightly and disrupting his clean punches. He pulled his arms to his chest wanting to continue, but they just couldn't handle anymore exertion, as he threw a weak punch towards the bag. Finally admitting that he was done for the day, his body collapsed on the hard and so...

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“Relief from Grief” by Bonnie Clarkson

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***This is a sequel to Making a Connection*** Leigh entered Father’s house and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. While holding Tony’s hand, she said, “I’ve brought Tony for you to begin to watch this afternoon like you asked.” Half squatting, the grandfather tried to give Tony a hug, who turned his body away from him. Father stood straight. “I thought he knew me. Mos...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 92 stories

“The Late-Night Caller” by Del Gibson

“Saving Vanessa Mc Connelly” by Sarah Desouza

“Brotherly Love” by Brenda Butler

“An Epitaph for my Neighbor's Dead Cat” by Liv D

“A Simple Misunderstanding” by Philip Baker

“QUALITY LIFE MINDSET” by Muhammad Taufik

“How bad can it be” by Kayla Thompson

“Who’s the Lier?” by Susan Wells

“It Isn't Daisy's Fault... I See That Now.” by Janet Thorley

“max's story: the tale of a puppy mill pup” by Violet Nightshade

“A Birthday Context” by Miss Laine Elumba

“My Turn to See” by Mary Osise

“Business Never Late.” by Tariq Saeed

“You Are My Cure” by Laashmita Saravanan

“Relief from Grief” by Bonnie Clarkson

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

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

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

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