Voces narrativas

Voces narrativas

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La elección de la voz narrativa que usarás para tu historia, así como el uso apropiado de ésta, son factores fundamentales que pueden contribuir (o entorpecer) el desarrollo de la misma. Es por ello que nos dimos a la tarea de hacer una pequeña selección de ellas para luego ejemplificarlas en pequeños textos. No es fácil elegir una, lo sabemos, es por ello que con cada voz te diremos una lista de pros y contras tales como capacidad de interacción, movimiento, desvelamiento de la historia y control de los personajes. Del mismo modo, te pedimos que tomes en cuenta que, dependiendo cuál sea la voz que acostumbras a usar, algunas podrían resultarte mucho más complicadas que otras El texto a partir del cual se desarrollaron los ejemplos, es el siguiente: "Alejandra fue al coliseo y se encontró con un león que olvidaron volver a encerrar después de la función, presa del pánico trató de huir pero al final el minino se la comió"
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