Point of View. The perspective from which the story is told. – Who’s telling the story? The point of view is the way you “see” and “hear” the story. There are three types…. Third Person. The story is told by a narrator (who is not a character in the story)
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Stanley had no trouble falling asleep, but morning came much too quickly. Every muscle and joint in his body ached as he tried to get out of bed. He hated the sun.
And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?—now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. The Tell-Tale Heart
I reclaimed my backpack from Grover and looked inside. The master bolt was still there. Such a small thing to almost cause World War III.Percy Jackson & the Olympians
The dragon sprang skyward, vast wings unfolding. Seth raised an arm to shield his eyes from the brief windstorm. Once aloft, the dragon passed swiftly out of view, heading back toward the larger meadow.
Back in third grade, I got invited to Dean’s birthday party, but Mom got the date wrong and I showed up at his house a week EARLY. Dean’s mom told us the party was the following week, so we went home.
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
With an easy, fluid motion, Halt reached for an arrow from his quiver and nocked it to the string of his bow. He made no attempt to draw the bow. Years of constant practice made him capable of drawing, aiming, firing, and hitting in the blink of an eye.
The Ranger’s Apprentice
The Topsiders clung to the chunks of oversea land that were still left, and they didn’t understand why we weren’t clinging too. For them, it was natural to crowd hundreds of thousands of people into a single square mile. But to live underwater? That was unnatural. We were still freaks to them.
If someone had told me to hop on one foot for a day and a half, I’d have to do it. And hopping on one foot wasn’t the worst order I could be given. If you commanded me to cut off my own head, I’d have to do it. I was in danger at every moment.
Stefan stared at her a moment, then shut his eyes briefly and shook his head in disbelief. “Elena,” he said, “You are incredible. You twist people around your little finger, and I don’t think you even know you’re doing it.”
The Vampire Diaries