Point of View Practice

If the narrator is part of the story, uses the pronouns I, we, us, or my to tell the story, it means the story is in . . .

• First-person POV

• Third-person POV

If the narrator is not part of the story, uses the pronouns she, they, him, or it to tell the story, it means the story is in . . .

• First-person POV

• Third-person POV

I woke up to the gentle rays of sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Stretching my limbs, I felt the familiar tug of morning stiffness. With a yawn, I rolled out of bed and padded over to the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me. As I sipped my first cup, I contemplated the day ahead, filled with possibilities and opportunities.

• First-person POV

• Third-person POV

Standing at the edge of the cliff, I felt a rush of adrenaline course through my veins as I gazed down at the breathtaking expanse below. The wind tousled my hair and carried the scent of pine trees and fresh mountain air. With a deep breath, I took a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest.

• First-person POV

• Third-person POV

In the morning light, Sarah awoke, greeted by the gentle warmth of the sun. She rose from her bed, ready to embrace the day's challenges. The aroma of coffee beckoned from the kitchen, energizing her for the tasks ahead. With determination in her heart, Sarah faced the day, grateful for its possibilities.

• First-person POV

• Third-person POV

With a yawn, Lily would stretch her arms and throw off her cozy quilt, eager to start her adventures. She would tiptoe downstairs, careful not to wake her parents, and head straight for the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly baked bread greeted her.

• First-person POV

• Third-person POV

At the crack of dawn, the village awoke to the soft hum of nature. In a small cottage by the stream, lived a woman named Maria. Each morning, she would rise with the first light, her routine as reliable as the rising sun.

• First-person POV

• Third-person POV

I step out onto the porch, cup of coffee in hand, and watch as the world awakens before me. The sun peeks over the horizon, casting a warm glow upon the sleepy town. In the distance, I can hear the faint hum of activity as the village comes to life.

• First-person POV

• Third-person POV

Nearby, a graceful deer gracefully leaps through the meadow, its delicate hooves barely touching the ground. With each bound, it effortlessly navigates the terrain, its senses attuned to the slightest rustle in the grass. Alert and vigilant, it keeps a watchful eye out for any sign of danger, ever mindful of the predators that lurk nearby.

• First-person POV

• Third-person POV

In the distance, I hear the sound of carolers singing familiar tunes, their voices blending harmoniously in the crisp winter air. The melody fills me with a sense of nostalgia, transporting me back to cherished memories of holidays past spent with loved ones.

• First-person POV

• Third-person POV