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Exercise 2 - wolvzor

(I think whenever I see these posted, I immediately start working on them. It's now 12:15 on a work night. Eesh. I need sleep.)

(Note: For the 'establishing a point of view', I went ahead and incorporated both first and third person perspectives into the other ways of leading a story off. I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone, and hopefully it worked. And yes, these are all for the same story. :D)

With a Generalization

Sharks only live in the water, or so I was led to believe. The chalk marks on the ground indicated otherwise, brilliantly shining with the early spring sun and trod upon by my footsteps. The sweat on my brow reminded me of his bike ride a day ago, the wetness on my fingertips resembled his hands bypassing my jeans just hours before. “Not all sharks live in the water”.

With a Description of a Person

He peered across the desk, momentarily meeting my gaze before returning to the laptop. Deep blue eyes reflected the smallest of images, and the close cut of his goatee reflected his meticulousness. The muscles in his forearms twitched as he typed on his computer, with a sense of urgency that could only be measured by the lurid sensual words that appeared upon my screen.

With Narrative Summary

Caitlin had always grasped onto her iron-clad sexual orientation, her identified label that protected her from uncertainty and self-deception. Only small pebbles and the occasional stone dented her armor until the day that his cannonball sexuality launched into her.

With Dialogue

“Why are we doing this” she typed into the computer screen, trying to regain her composure and relax her breathing from the pleasure his touch inflicted moments before.

With Several Characters but no Dialogue

It was Happy Hour Friday, and the company party had started just moments before my arrival. I smiled and glanced at all the relieved and relaxed faces that were tense hours before, cradling pints of beer instead of agendas. The only intense look was when I briefly glanced in his direction, and I had to still myself upon the bar stool from the sudden excitement shocking its way up my spine.

With a Setting and only One Character

The room looked much different when she stood here without him, surveying the view. She had never been in this room before by herself: she had never focused on the dust on the furniture and the broken hinges on the door, showing signs of disuse. They didn't need furniture for the affairs that happen here.

With a Reminiscent Narrator

I told my friends that it would take an truly exceptional, intriguing and passionate man to catch this lesbian's eye; I guess I should have been more careful for what I wished for.

With a Child Narrator

I looked up at The Lady and gave her one of my cookies. She smiled briefly. I saw The Lady start to cry. I asked if she didn't like cookies. She smiled again, wiping away tears. The Lady said that the cookie was fine, taking a bite. She looked back to the computer screen, more tears coming. I didn't know who could have made her so sad, but I hope the cookie helped. It always did for me.


I absolutely love your enthusiasm! But you do need sleep, too.

It seems like you have a pretty rich story mine here, and a good grasp on the different perspectives needed to tell it effectively.