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Page 1 – Key of 2nd

The ficlet in second person perspective. Read the read the other versions (first person and third person) and tell me which one you prefer.

You are Svana, daughter of Jorge and Heidi, sister to Sassa, mother and wife to none.

There is a burning desire in your heart for you know not what. By night you are tantalised by fragments of dreams that are more than dreams, by day you bury yourself in trivialities and know that you are meant for more than this, more than your relationships, more than your work and the knowledge drives you mad.

Who, what, why are you? The key to it all resides within the fragmented narratives of your dreaming, you know it like you know you have a purpose beyond this everyday humdrum. You know it with an absolute certainty that sits in your heart like a stone, strengthening you even as it weighs you down. But the dreams that border painfully on memory find no meaning within the meagre wealth of your existence, beyond the literal confusion of historical fact and scientific fantasy. And so you wait, wait for some clue, some sign to unlock the mystery that is you.

You are Svana, daughter of Jorge and Heidi, sister to Sassa, mother and wife to none and you are waiting.

Page 1 – The Key of 1st

The ficlet in its original first person perspective. Read the read the other versions (second person and third person) and tell me which one you prefer.

I am Svana, daughter of Jorge and Heidi, sister to Sassa, mother and wife to none.

There is a burning desire in my heart for I know not what. By night I am tantalised by fragments of dreams that are more than dreams, by day I bury myself in trivialities and know that I am meant for more than this, more than my relationships, more than my work and the knowledge drives me mad.

Who, what, why am I? The key to it all resides within the fragmented narratives of my dreaming, I know this like I know I have a purpose beyond my everyday humdrum. I know it with an absolute certainty that sits in my heart like a stone, strengthening me even as it weighs me down. But the dreams that border painfully on memory find no meaning within the meagre wealth of my existence, beyond the literal confusion of historical fact and scientific fantasy. And so I wait, I wait for some clue, some sign to unlock the mystery that is I.

I am Svana, daughter of Jorge and Heidi, sister to Sassa, mother and wife to none and I am waiting.

First, Second or Third. You tell me.

So, I have this ficlet which I posted awhile past on my old blog and now I want to try something that I’ve seen done over on Max Barry’s blog (www.maxbarry.com). I’m starting an online serial novella but I need/want/crave your feedback and advice. Why? Because receiving feedback is my addiction.

The novella is called “The Hybrid Theory” which is really just a working title until I can come up with something better, and I’d love to know whether you, the reader, would rather it in the first, second or third person. I’ve posted the ficlet, titled “I am” (since re-titled “Page 1”), thrice, once it first person, once in second and once in third. So, if you’re feeling game, read each version of the ficlet (linked below) and state your opinion.

“I am”/Page 1
First Person
Second Person
Third Person