Third person writing exercise
He joined the queue and grabbed some confectionery to keep his hands
busy. The faint aroma of coffee distracted him momentarily from the task
at hand. He bought her a drink and offered her a seat to soften the
decision. He looked over the balcony, unable to look her in the eye. His
gaze consumed in the masses of people passing below. He closed his
eyes. He said it, cold, hard and heartless like the clean table between
them. She slapped him, his cheek felt the warmth from her palm where
she'd embraced the drink he'd bought her. She stormed away, everyone
remaining in the queue watched as if it was on TV. He glanced above the
counter, quickly studying the menu and contemplated if he should have
bought her a more expensive drink.
First person writing exercise
I'd seen her in class and had slowly managed to reposition myself
until I was next to her. She was funny and clever, she liked what I like
and was constantly having her heart broken. My damsel in distress, I
couldn't wait to save her.
Eventually, I plucked
up the courage to ask her out - maybe she is too nice to reject me - she
said yes. I'd kept my excitement on the down-low, but by the date, I
couldn't wipe the freakish smile off my face. That's when everything
went wrong.
Since I'd confessed myself to her, she
changed. Was she being distant? Nervous? Or does she think this is how I
want her to act? Now it's like dating my ex, just anyone, just a pair
of legs. Maybe once she is comfortable around me, she'll open up
again... I kissed her, she kissed back. She didn't change back. I was
scared of breaking her heart, but I didn't know whose heart this was.
