*sigh* What a busy week it has been, meant to post before now but we all know where good intentions lead you. This week's assignment is to do with Point of View...I tend to not be fond of first person, I feel that I can write it easily enough but not sure that I do it justice. Of course in the example below I find that I enjoyed the first person perspective more. Something worth experimenting with more for sure.
Third Person POV WC 177
She woke to a sense of wrongness and a vibe of urgency emanating from her pocket. She had forgotten to take Vici out before she climbed into bed that afternoon. What was going on? She had difficulty focusing and struggled to sit up, for some reason the bedding was sticking to her and felt strange. She reached for the lamp by her bedside and with much effort she managed to turn it on. What she saw took her breath away. Blood everywhere, all over the bed and her clothes. Blood still oozing from the deep cuts on her arm. In panic she cried out for help but stopped when she remembered that no one could hear her through the walls. She wiped her hand on the now ruined bedding and reached for her sleep shirt lying close by. She tried to wrap it tightly around her left arm. Her mobile was lying on the nightstand and eventually she managed to turn the screen on. She almost sobbed in relief, Iain’s number was still on the main display.
First Person POV WC 193
I woke to a feeling of wrongness, as well as a vibe of urgency coming from my pocket. I had forgotten to take Vici out before I went to sleep earlier. What the hell was going on? Everything seemed hazy and sitting up was so difficult. The covers were sticking to my arms and felt like strands pulling at me. I had to try several times to get the lamp switched on, for some reason my fingers felt numb. I finally managed to focus and I struggled for breath. Blood everywhere, my clothes, the bedding and oozing from the deep cuts on my arms. I yelled for help at the top of my voice but stopped when I remembered no one could hear me through the walls. I looked around in panic, spying my sleep shirt close by on the bed. I wiped the slick blood on the now ruined bedding and tried to wrap my left arm up as tightly as I could. Luckily my mobile was still on the nightstand. When I finally managed to turn the screen on I almost sobbed in relief, Iain’s number was still on the display.