Creative Writing: Third Person Point Of View

“Oh, it’s a wonderful day!” she rushed on. “The kind of day where anything can happen. My goodness, there’s my bus!” and she dashed to the stop, the few beginning drops of rain hardly halting her flight. Waved bye to her but she didn’t look back.

Once we got to the school Chelsea parked her car and got out her heels clicking against the pavement. "Let's go ladies I don't want to be late it's bad for my- our reputation" she says with a quick smile. I rolled my eyes getting out of the car and pulling my bag over my shoulder. "You should put on some mascara" Bethany says pulling out her makeup bag. "I have some on" I quickly respond, "suit yourself, lashes are a big part of looking good" she says shoving her makeup bag back in her purse. Gaby silently exits the car and scurrying over next to Chelsea and Beth.

The kitchen was quiet as he opened the door. Through the glass window near the sink, he could see the sun was just starting to rise from behind the once dark horizon. A rooster crowed from outside, signaling the start of the day. A fresh, cool breeze floated in through the open window. On the table was a very small dark wooden bed which had a small heart craved into the centerpiece. It also had a small white mattress, a red and blue sheets, and a beautiful down quilt.

The early morning air was crisp and the smell of rain still lingered. It was still dark out and the street lamps illuminated the rundown neighborhood as Roy stepped out of his small town home. He stared out at the bare street for a few minutes contemplating what to do next. After a while, the redhead pulled out his phone. Dialing a number, he waited for the other person on the end to pick up.

The sun shone against the grass. Zack blinked slowly. The wind blew against his ears, and he looked at his hands. Small, petite. He sighed softly, and heard piano from the distance. Next to him, was a silhouette of a much older man. He sat next to Zack, and placed his hand on Zack’s head. He rubbed his hair, and mouthed a few words to him. Zack attempted to understand what he said. He picked Zack up and placed him on his lap. He spoke something to him, and placed his hands on Zack’s shoulders.

He then texted her in a sweet manner,"Hi there beautiful. I miss you already. How are you and the baby?" He then sent the text as he saw his room was empty and soon kids would start to enter at homeroom only to then hope that right now he would make sure everything is going to be okay. He then saw how that the principal came in asking if his brother is single only to tell him that he is single only to then see the principal go as he then grinned knowing how that maybe Sam might have a girlfriend here because of how the principal talked about this single teacher here. He then heard the phone vibrate happy that right now everything is going great as he knew that today was awesome because of how it started in peace as he ate his breakfast that he bought for himself. He then ate his crosandwich only to toss the wrapper away as well as the empty ketchup packets as he took a sip of his coffee only to then remember to make sure that they told them about the witch stuff since today would start with Medieval times and their dark days of magic and torture. He then got everything ready for home

“NOW!” Iris says almost knocking me over. I roll my eyes and walk over to her bed. She points her finger at a blue and silver duffle bag. I zip it open and pull out a pink ombre set of bed sheets. I make her bed in an instant, making sure her electric blanket is plugged in and, see I get a top bunk. I moan and pick up my heavy bags. Alicia walks up to me, then looks down at me.

As Anita finished straightening out her dress, she felt him gently grab her arm. "Anita, do you have to go?" He asked, . "I'll be ready to go again in a few minutes." His breathing was heavy, the recent rigorous activity had him panting. Anita turned to look at him as he fell back on the bed,. The tiny room is almost pitch black, with an illumination of sunlight coming in through a tiny slit in the drab, 10-year-old curtains covering the single window in the room. With her back still turned to him she relied, "You know I can't stay, Ron." She sighed, feeling ashamed as she contemplated her destination once she left. "I know. You just taste so sweet." Ron was the easiest of Anita's "clients" to deal with. Generally, her other clients are quick to do what they want to do with her, then discard her as quickly as they could, as if that would help to ease their own guilty conscience

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.

“Aw thanks dad, I really appreciate it, but in order to go to school I have to be clothed...” Riley awkwardly, but politely cajoled. Her dad exited her colorful room without unwillingness, so she wouldn’t start the morning off with an attitude like her identical twin brother, like Casey did when their dad wished him a happy birthday in his filthy room “to interrupt his sleep” as Casey would call it when he shouted at his dad. Like every morning, Riley gazed into the round mirror

As the sun rises over the mountain tops it dances across my blond hair and light skin. A breeze brushes my shoulder, bringing in the sweetened smell of morning. From the kitchen I hear the sound of my parents talking over a cup of coffee. Socks, notices my movement and climbs from her warm ball at my feet to my chest where she nudges at my cheek for attention. She purrs as I smooth her soft black fur down her spine and kiss at her. The smell of maple syrup fills my nose. I shuffle out of my room, my blanket dragging on the carpet as I make my way to the kitchen. Sidney and Ryan already two pancakes in, welcome me with a glance. After slathering the still steaming pancake with liquid sugar, I steal a bite from the perfectly rounded goodness.

“A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes” (Charles Spurgeon). To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, is a first person narrative recounting two years in the life of Scout Finch. The novel is about the personal growth, social justice, injustice and friendship. The core of the novel is the essentially concerned with the problems of prejudice and cultural bias in the 1930s. In life, everyone learns to walk in someone’s shoes before judging them.

I won't bother you anymore, but don't expect me to be selfless if you ever need me." Was all Justin replied with, his tone of voice sharp and unpleasing. It made an uncomfortable feeling sink into my stomach as I watched him hurry away. With a huff, I darted out of the lobby, up the stairs and into my dorm. Vic sat at the small table working on what I could only assume was homework. It was still early, but I felt completely worn out and useless, so without a word to Vic, I slipped through the crack door to the bedroom, changing into some more comfortable closing before letting my body glide beyond the warm, silk sheets. I must've laid there for an eternity as I listened to Vic's scribbling on the other side of the thin wall. Suddenly the scribbling stopped and a knock on our door was

This assignment itself wasn’t too hard it was just the thinking/remembering that was difficult. I personally had trouble remembering of a few of these things and had to ask my parents to refresh my memory just, so I could do this assignment. The third perspective way of writing this was a challenge though, I got really messed up quite a few times and after reading a page over realizing that I had written it in first perspective. I had decided not to use my picture on the cover but rather a turtle because turtles are cooler than all of us. But yeah, I chose a turtle because I have always admired turtles ever since the first time my parents took me to an aquarium.

Click-cli-cli- click, the rapid sounds coming from Mark’s keyboard were frantic at best. He was inside his small cubicle, stacked by all of the others in the office building. His hand shakingly reach for his cup of coffee, and brought it to his mouth, cold. He didn’t care, he didn’t have time to get a new one.