For those like me who've ever written in third person, let's see who's bold enough to try first person.
As customs dictate; I die first.
There were too many people on the bus today, I've never been one to be fond of crowds, but I guess today is one of those days.
That man, the guy wearing white behind me, does he have to press up so closely, should I say something?
"Excuse me sir, you're a bit too close.", he watched me as if I was the strange one, have he no shame!
I guess that's another point to dad, the world really is filled with bastards.
May troublesome cucumber be written on my tombstone.
1st is easier.
2nd is hardest.
3rd feels story dumping.
1st
"I'm here to trouble you with some pickled cucumber from Myrmattie. She says she wants you to try it," I said as I passed the dish over to you. I looked at the cornfields in front of us. "Poor girl, she died a bit too soon. Such a sweet lass, if only someone could spend time with her more."
2nd
You stare at them in horror as you dropped the pickles cucumber you were digging into so heavily earlier.
"No," you shout. "Get it away from me! I don't want to be ghost cooties. I don't want to be her ghost boyfriend for eternity either!" You ran out the door and out into the small streets of the sleep small town that you called home. You hear Qunesola shouting to come back and finish the pickles but that only made made the hair on the back of your neck crawl up more. You ran farther to get away from it all. Unfortunately you didn't look and you tripped over a pothole.
"No, no!" You screeched, as you felt a tug of jeans. Something rough and scaly and sharp grasped around your ankle socks. You try to pull yourself out, your fingers bloody from the friction against the hot pavement, but to no avail. With a screech, you fell into the sewers, but not before you head hit the other side of the pothole amidst the pull. You lost consciousness as everything turns black.
3rd
Jeoffrers woke up to the screeching sound of claws scrapping across the brick walls. Clickery clack the metal claws go getting nearer and nearer to his location. He tried to stand up but yelped as his broken leg gave way. Blood was seeping from the ankle that was grasped by the claws, and in the obscure darkness, he could barely make out the faint shape of his fibula bone portruding out.
Fuck fuck. Fuck! He tried to stand, but fell down just as a match was lit in front of him. Two claws held the lit match up to reveal a very big smile painted in red.
"Having fun yet, aren't we?" It joked, "its green locks shaking as it tilted its head. Lets play and have a little chat shall we? Just between us two men."
But Joffrers knew that was no man as the lips split apart to reveal razor sharp metal teeth.
No, that, was a monster.
This is the first time writing a fanfict, if you can call it one lol. (If you can guess by the names). ;)
