Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Writerly Wednesday: Points of View

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The task this past week in my F2k writing course was to write two paragraphs from two different points of view. I don't normally write 1st person point of view and actually had fun with it.

Here's my take:



3rd POV

Samantha wandered through the ancient forest, down a narrow moss covered trail.  Wind whistled through the branches, scattering leaves everywhere. She rounded a bend and off in the distance, the bridge came into view.  She could hear the roar of the waterfall now.  The breeze grabbed at her, urging her forward and she began to run. It was almost as if she could leap into the air and fly. She ran until she reached the bridge, a natural crossing over the river, formed by the roots of two oaks from both sides of the waterfall. She walked across the warm, bumpy roots to the middle of the bridge and stood at the edge.   The river thundered underneath and emptied into a crystal clear lake surrounded by ferns and wild lilies of white, yellow, gold and orange. Sunlight sparkled off the water and fish swam in aimless circles. She looked out across the forest, to the edge of the village, where a church steeple rose high above the tree tops. The tolling of a bell drifted by on the wind. A soft breeze caressed her face and whispered in her ear ‘I will catch you when you fall’. The breeze plucked at her once again pulling her toward edge. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and dove out into the void.


1st Pov

I wandered through the ancient forest on a narrow moss covered trail. Wind whistled through the trees, branches rustling and singing, while scattered leaves flew all about me. I could see the bridge now and hear the roar of the waterfall. The breeze pushed and pulled me; leaves crunched and crackled under my bare feet. Crack! I jumped out of the way as a huge tree crashed behind me with a bone jarring thud. Once the dust cleared, I realized it blocked the pathway and I’d have to take the long way home. The wind whipped up again pulling me along, and I sprinted as fast as I could. I’d heard about the bridge but never seen it. Awe inspiring. Two huge oaks trees stretching across the water towards one another, the roots forming a natural walkway. Warm and bumpy underneath my feet, I walked to the middle and stared down at the water. The river roared underneath and emptied into a crystal clear lake surrounded by ferns and wild lilies of white, yellow, gold and orange. Sunlight sparkled off the water and fish swam in aimless circles. I looked out across the forest, to the edge of the village, where a church steeple rose high above the tree tops.  The tolling of the bells drifted by on the wind. A soft breeze caressed my face and whispered ‘I will catch you when you fall’. The breeze plucked at my clothes, once again pulling me towards the edge. The leap of faith, that’s what all the kids called it. I can do this. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and jumped.

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