Tag "First-person narrative" - Works and Original stories

My blood boiled. I sank into the green poison, choking on it. I merged with the neon haze of the fog that enveloped us. I grabbed the colorful necktie, pulling it tight as if it were a cord around his wiry neck. Casey grabbed my back, digging painfully into my skin through the thin fabric.

I dont have family... They kill furries like me... There is no ways to run. Im only seven... Why it all happens? Who will protect me? What should I do?...

I, Phoenix Wright, am an active lawyer in criminal and civil cases, and despite my youth, I have accumulated a wealth of experience in resolving various cases and crimes. Even when most of my cases fell into the category of "hopeless", I still did not lose faith in justice. But only one case still remains unresolved for me. The case is about feelings between me and my main rival, Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth.

If your companions have left you, and you are left alone with the enemy, with only a flashlight in your arsenal, the chances of victory are very slim, but still present. Maybe the enemy is not as scary as it seems...?

Sasha has been in love with his older brother for three years. But so that Vitya doesn’t find out anything, he pretends to hate him.

Three mages (two Finns and one Icelander) depart from Pori for a field training. Just one of them returns to bring an urgent report.

A half-track all-terrain Noah’s arc wades through the desert and carries a rabbi and a sheik from Algiers, a painter from Russia and his African wife, and me, the Cat. Well, there’s also a donkey, but it trots behind the vehicle and doesn’t complain. I don’t complain either, but, dear God, I’m a rabbi’s cat; I am supposed to talk to you every day.

As soon as I dreamed once, an incomprehensible, long chain of dreams began, the key detail of which was the presence of one person. And sometimes it’s even scary to think that some of them could be prophetic. ••• Collection of author's dreams. Sometimes there will be moments beyond them.

So, what do we have here? We have: dystopia from a Korean game; secret monster containment facility where daily fatal incidents considered normal; local analogue of GLaDOS, which only difference from original is she doesn't try to poison people with a neurotoxin (due to its absence); insane Scenario that must be strictly followed; time loop, getting out of which is extremely problematic; and I somehow got into the body of mad scientist, and my only trump card is knowledge of plot. How I get out?

My eyes are blindfolded with some cloth. My hands are fastened behind my back to something solid, presumably a chair, especially considering the position of my legs. The last thing I remember is walking home from my night shift at five in the morning. Then, emptiness. No cars, no people, nothing resurfaces in my memory, even after minutes of reflection. The room is cold, damp; it might be a basement or cellar. I can't hear anything. Absolute silence, penetrating to the bone.

This happened before the fall of Kaenri'ah. Before the world fell into the Abyss. Before the Heavenly principles ceased to differ from the very darkness that it had been trying to eradicate for millennia. This was right after I was separated from my brother. And I’m probably glad that he didn’t see all this. I met someone after a long journey through Teyvat, but... Light and darkness... They have always been incompatible. Two extremes of one whole that can never be together. Never...

It wasn't a smile. It was a theater mask.

Once upon a time, ancient Roman mystics prophesied the arrival of the Great Evil. Annabelle Weiss had long stopped believing in children's tales, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind that the devil himself stood before her, except for her.

A young writer goes to the Castle of Two Sisters in an Evergreen Forest for inspiration, but finds not inspiration, but a vampire... P s: there should be the aesthetics of three cheers for sweet revenge

You know, Knify, I can name ten reasons to hate you.

I'm Jack Nelson. A simple worker interested in investigating strange events in the Ironbark State Park. What will it cost me? Probably a lot.

Have you ever become attached to fictional characters? To their story, their world? Have you wished you were in the universe of your favorite franchise? Meet in person those you’ve watched and loved for so long? Make friends with them, relive the whole adventure anew, but now not as a spectator, but as one of the actors? Or maybe even change the course of the story and achieve the ending that you want?.. Well, this story is just about that.

about lost schoolchildren, warm words and colorful butterflies

"Why do I make mistakes for the second time?"

Anos Voldigoad, also known as the Tyrant-Demon King, a being with unimaginable power who sacrificed his life to achieve world peace, was reborn in another world, deprived of his power, by fate. But is it really that simple? Is the rebirth of a demon king in another world a mere coincidence or divine providence? Or is its cause hidden somewhere out there, in the depths of the world abyss itself?