Write in the third person (Read 29 times)

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Writing is perhaps more natural, because the writer recounts an event that he knows about. The correct use of verb tenses is important in order to give the right effect to the situation described. It seems to be an easy writing, but in my opinion it requires the same precautions as the first. Pro : the writer can change points of view according to narrative needs. He can tell the story by jumping from one character to another, thus creating expectation, surprise, tension. Cons : the writing is more detached, so you have to be able to represent the protagonist and drag the reader to the end of the story.


Limits of the third person : if the first person has the same effect as a steady cam , i.e. a camera that follows all the protagonist's movements, the third is just an open window on the story, in which the Special Data reader observes what happens. The reader is distant, he does not feel the closeness, the empathy perhaps, that the first person can offer him. Write in the second person It seems absurd, yet there have been some cases of stories told in the second person. I read one and that was enough for me. I can accept it as a narrative experiment, but when you think about it it's an unnatural approach. An external narrator who tells me what is happening or has happened to me? I won't go any further, because this type of writing would make me close the book at the first sentence.



Examples of writing in the first, third and second person I wrote a passage in all three types of writing, to see how the reader can perceive the same situation from three different points of view. Draw your own conclusions, because everyone has a personal way of approaching reading and participating in the story they read. The man ran through the woods, chased by shadows to whom he could not give a name or a face. Hunted, like a fox on a day of hunting. He looked back, to gauge the distance of his pursuers, then tripped over a root and fell. He tried to get up, but the sound of footsteps behind him forced him to turn around. His scream died away in an otherworldly cacophony that froze him. Then everything was dark, blacker than a nightmare.