Истории Firstpersonperspective

This is a first-person perspective story about a 28yrs old woman writing about her childhood experience at their cabin in the woods. She writes about the terror she experiences through the night and how someone or something won't leave her alone. This all ended in a ritual they had to do to remove everything that is tide to her.

Marilyn is a normal college Japanese student studying Forensic Psychology. A strange package arrived at her front doorstep-causing a bewildered reaction. She wondered what to do with it. Inside is fresh red meat, but what was it doing in a box? Marilyn hates being wasteful-especially since it looks new and decides to cook it for dinner. Strangely enough, a few more packages arrive at her doorstep and Marilyn starts to doubt herself and really questions where the deliveries are coming from? A surprise awaits her at the very end...

Novalynn Dove Clemence, youngest sibling of the Clemence family. Two years younger than Luka Clemence, three years younger than Jonah. Born with the moonlight white hair of the Clemence family, a perfect copy of her brothers, even the golden eyes. With only a single mole under each eye, she was the perfect porcelain doll. From a young age, she was destined to marry Lancelot Kingsley, her old childhood friend who she's played with, along with her brothers and other children of nobility. But she fell down a certain rabbit hole one night, ending up in the Land of Reason. Fifteen years have passed, but the Princess of Hearts is back. She's back and ready to take her rightful place on the throne. *~*~*~*~*~* Cover art by me. She's not evil, I swear. Updates on Saturdays... most of the time!!

A short narrative about Laika the space dog. Based on real events. Contains animal abuse.

『4th wall breaks. The gimmick of this work is that the character will talk to *you*. Yes, you! This is reader interactive!』 Hey, hey! Isn't this the description? Well, if I had put this work in my own thoughts... it would be like you and me talking through a one-way mirror! I'll do the talking, you do the reading! Is that a deal? Deal! Hehe, enjoy reading!

She was pressed against a gnarly tree, her eyes wide in fear and her chest rising and falling quickly. A few meters away stood him. He looked as if he could of been well built, but years of being on his own had left him with a disproportional body. Large parts of him where covered in large burns. But that wasn't was scared me. On his face, was blood.

pokonya baca aja.

On the 7th of September 2117, Amelie Sephira died. When you die, you don't have an "Afterlife". You stay on the same world, the same things are still there, but no one alive can see you. The dead population is constantly trying to reach out to the living, to build a better society. After all, if the dead and the living could work together, wouldn't mankind flourish? However, this isn't much of Amelie's concern. It's difficult to grasp the concept of "Dying", and grief isn't the only thing she has to deal with. Behind the organised society, a twisted secret lurks, and she must decide who to trust.

A story told by a murderer. A story without a hero. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'That night, I learned 2 things, murder is easy, and acting came natural.' I have no name, no face, no nationality. Yet people can contact me for various job opportunities Select few have seen me, rest have only heard of me I am a phantom A myth And perhaps a legend ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For the blurred lines between good and bad For the greater good For the grey in our lives For when black and white is in a haze For doing what others won't For completing what others can't ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer - Characters resembling anyone dead or living is unintentional. If anything feels a lot like something that you have previously seen or read, it is a coincidence { sorry, my writing is a lot influenced } Don't try the stunts. They are NOT meant to be replicated. Do not use this story on any other platforms. If I want to, I will post it myself. Constructive criticism appreciated. Trigger warning: It goes without saying - death, light violence and gore, mentions of suicide, panic/anxiety attacks.

Heroine are suppose to be the one radiating the sunlight and not someone who's just a shadow that is made visible depending on how bright the sun is. -Original Story-

In 1908 the beginning of the most bloody grec historys has begotten the great grec war. you will be reading this in the perspective of james Haroldson, a young teen, drafted into this hellish war. I present all quiet on the southern frontier

Tara just turned 18, living in the city Vrin. Her mother walked out of her life on her 8th birthday, and since then she lived alone with her father in her big house. But Taras life changes and gets more and more confusing for everyday that follows after the party. After the party when she saw a mythical creatuir who she can not seem to understand, and who can not seem to leave her mind.

I board this metal contraption dubbed an aeroplane, hurtling through the sky, for education's farce-how foolish. Schools, like puppets, exploit minds, shaping them into acquiescent tools. Power lies not in knowledge, but in breaking free from the chains of rulers. But that is not my concern. Dissonance Affinity, an unjust curse by the Outer Gods, stains every existence, transcending understanding; earth appears to be its last trace. I will terminate it. I seem to be the only one who is willing to, after all.

This piece or writing aims to give the reader an idea of the horrors and trials that people are forced to go through to uphold their beliefs and the moral conflicts this can cause.

Anneth-Leah is 14 but is wise beyond her years. She has lived through many things and is still living, which is great, because o her what happened maker her not want to live, but that doesn't mean she wants to leave What will happen? What are her stories?

A young man violates the simple rules of a city and is punished for it (re-uploaded due to account struggles, no this is not stolen)