Point of View

We walked through the side door of the Happy Burger. Contrary to the name of the restaurant, many of the employees and patrons appeared to be rather unhappy. We waited in a long line until a cashier, who looked as though she had just been crying, took our order. Our burgers appeared to have been flattened. I can't say that we were happy with our Happy Burger experience.

• First Person
• Third Person

Derrick could no longer contain his curiosity. He took the mystery box off the table and shook it next to his ear. The sound revealed nothing to him. The desire to know was burning up his insides. He downplayed his emotions and said innocently, "I wonder what's in it?" Devin shrugged her shoulders. She wanted to know too, but she wasn't about to disobey Sage Milquetoast's orders. After all, She was trying to get her wizard degree. But she had no idea as to the extent that Derrick was willing to go.

• First Person
• Third Person

Komar stopped walking. The path was dusty. He grabbed his torn shirtsleeve and pulled it firmly until the sleeve tore off the shirt. Komar slipped the torn shirtsleeve around his head until it was covering his mouth and nose. As Komar continued walking through the thick dust clouds on the beaten path, vultures followed him. One of the vultures squawked. Komar kept walking.

• Third Person Objective
• Third Person Limited
• Third Person Omniscient

Kevin stared at the spaceship like a thirsty man would look at a glass of water. He knew that if he could just get behind the control panel, he would be home. Eleanor noticed Kevin staring at the ship. She saw the look in his eye and inferred his thoughts. "It would be nice, wouldn't it?" Eleanor asked Kevin. He nodded, slightly embarrassed to be caught daydreaming. Eleanor noticed this too. "Too bad you'd be dead before you could get within 100 feet of it," warned Eleanor.

• Third Person Objective
• Third Person Limited
• Third Person Omniscient

Igor swung the scythe. Stalks of grain fell at his feet. He felt a pain in his shoulder but he continued working. After he cleared a whole row, he walked the row length, picking up the fallen grain stalks and throwing them in a sack. His shoulder was really bothering him. "Igor, come on in and eat!" a voice cried. He recognized the voice as his wife. "I'll be right there, Sylvia!" he shouted back. He had no intentions of stopping now though. He decided that he would slice and bag another row.

• Third Person Objective
• Third Person Limited
• Third Person Omniscient