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Q&A How do I tell my short story?

Based on this outline, I'm not sure how to to best re-tell this story. In particular, I'm not sure if I should tell the story as a first person "narrator," or in the third person? What are the adva...

2 answers  ·  posted 9y ago by user13617‭  ·  last activity 4y ago by System‭

#3: Attribution notice added by user avatar System‭ · 2019-12-08T04:13:22Z (over 4 years ago)
Source: https://writers.stackexchange.com/q/17045
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#2: Initial revision by user avatar user13617‭ · 2019-12-08T04:13:22Z (over 4 years ago)
Based on this outline, I'm not sure how to to best re-tell this story. In particular, I'm not sure if I should tell the story as a first person "narrator," or in the third person? What are the advantages and differences between the two formats?

> It's 1942. There's a young girl, about seventeen. Her brown curly hair bounces as she walks the long path home from school. Her bright blue eyes sparkle with life, juxtaposing the cold grey cement of the Ukraine city around her. She smiles to herself, remembering that her mother was making her favourite stew for dinner tonight. She couldn't wait!
> 
> It's still 1942. Amidst the cold grey cement lurk a group of shadows. Slinking, sleuthing shadows. They're sitting and they're waiting. Their keen eyes spot miss baby blue from a mile away. They make a few hand signals and she is swarmed. Large, rough German men have taken her away from everything she knows. She screams wishfully for her mom.
> 
> It's 1945. Her blue eyes no longer seemed as blue. Her hands were worn, and her face blistered from the hot sun. After being enslaved by the Nazi's for three years, hope was hard to hold on to.
> 
> It's still 1945. Stripes of red, white, and blue proudly march the streets of Germany. Relief has come, and the slaves gathered in anticipation. Although there were thousands of people there, baby blue's eyes shone brighter than them all.
> 
> It's 2015. Baby blue is still sparkling with life. At the ripe old age of 90, this woman has more spunk than you could shake a stick at. Looking at her, you would never know what she has been through.
> 
> It's still 2015. I get the privilege of hearing baby blue's story first hand.

#1: Imported from external source by user avatar System‭ · 2015-05-03T02:16:19Z (almost 9 years ago)
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