THIS IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVEEmily stepped out into the brisk evening air, the weight of her recent incarceration still hanging heavily on her shoulders. The twilight sky was a muted canvas of grays and purples, reflecting her mood as she hesitated at the threshold of the halfway house. She had been here before, not in this exact place, but in this moment of forced new beginnings, feeling the pull of old habits and the uncertainty of the future.A sigh evaded her dry lips as she proceeded towards the entrance. Every step trudged in outright fear and rage.Emily snagged a sight of her mum plopped in the living room. She curled her lips in a breath and pushed the door further. Sally’s eyebrows creased at the sight of her daughter.“Emily!” Sally exclaimed. She rushed towards Emily, hands wide open, her voice flickering with excitement. The whiff of her cologne sped into Emily’s nostrils as they embraced for what felt like an eternity.Sally pulled back, holding Emily at a
ANNA'S POV The morning sun filtered through the lace curtains of my modest suburban home, casting delicate patterns of light across the living room floor. I sat at the kitchen table, my fingers wrapped around a mug of steaming coffee. The aroma was a small comfort as I tried to settle into the new rhythm of married life. The past few months had been a whirlwind, and I was still finding my footing. The sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. I frowned, not expecting any visitors. I rose from my chair and walked to the front door, my heart sinking as I saw who was standing on the other side. My father, Sam, looked older than I remembered, the lines on his face deeper and his shoulders slumped with a weariness that spoke of more than just physical exhaustion."Anna," Sam said, his voice soft and tinged with regret. "Can we talk?"I hesitated, my mind flashing back to the countless times he had let me down, the broken promises, the torture, and the pains he's inflicted on me... B
THIS IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVEThe shrill ringing of his phone cut through the silence of the night like a blade, pulling Smith from the depths of sleep into a world of chaos and confusion. His heart thundered in his chest as he groped blindly for the device, fingers trembling with a mix of fear and urgency. With a sharp intake of breath, he finally managed to answer the call, his voice thick with worry."Emily? What's wrong?" The words spilled from his lips in a rush, the sound of his voice barely registering over the pounding of his heart.There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the faint tremor in Emily's voice as she spoke. "Smith, please, I need your help," she whispered, the urgency in her tone sending a shiver down Smith's spine. "I'm in trouble. Someone's after me."Smith's blood ran cold at her words, his mind spinning with a thousand terrifying possibilities. Without a second thought, he threw back the covers and leaped out of
ANNA’S POVThe door to the visitor’s area opened with a heavy creak, and I stepped through, my eyes immediately locking onto Smith. My heart broke at the sight of him – the man I loved reduced to this state of utter desolation. I hurried over to him, my movements swift and purposeful, driven by a fierce determination to support him in any way I could.“Smith,” I whispered, my voice choking with emotion as I reached his side. I placed a gentle hand on his arm, trying to offer some comfort through my touch. “I’m here.”Smith lifted his tear-streaked face to meet my gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and agony. “Anna,” he managed to say, his voice trembling. “I don’t know what to do. I swear I had nothing to do with Emily’s murder. I don’t even know how this happened. You know me too well, Anna. I can’t hurt a fly.”I squeezed his arm reassuringly, my expression unwavering. “I believe you, Smith. I know you didn’t do this. We’re going to find a way to prove your innocence.”S
I wandered through the aisles of the bustling shopping mall, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts about Smith and the nightmare we were entangled in. I mechanically reached for items on my grocery list, my movements automatic as I tried to distract myself from the overwhelming stress of the situation. Smith’s tear-streaked face haunted my thoughts, and I couldn’t shake the image of him in that desolate prison cell.After I paid for my groceries, I stepped into the mall’s main corridor, my mind still racing with plans and possibilities to clear Smith’s name. As I made my way toward the exit, a familiar face caught my eye. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. It couldn’t be her. Emily was dead. But as I drew closer, there was no mistaking it – it was Emily.My heart pounded in my chest as I hurried towards her, my groceries forgotten in the cart behind me. “Emily!” I called out, my voice trembling with a mix of shock and disbelief. She turned at the sound of her name, her ey
THIS IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVESmith sat in the waiting area of a sleek, modern office building, the tension in his body palpable. He had come to see one of his last remaining investors, desperately hoping to secure the funds needed to keep his company afloat. Despite the recent revelations about his innocence, the scandal had left deep scars, and many investors were wary of associating with him.The room was buzzing with activity as people moved in and out of offices, their voices a low hum that barely registered with Smith. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, plans, and a simmering frustration that threatened to boil over. He knew the stakes were high; if this meeting didn’t go well, his company might not survive.As he waited, Smith’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in the polished floors, the artfully arranged plants, and the glass walls that offered a glimpse into the bustling heart of the office. He tried to steady his breathing, to focus on the upcoming mee
Anna's POVAs I pondered on the issue at hand, I couldn't help but to wonder what was happening and why things always turned bad for us. “What was happening?” I thought, stepping out of the kitchen where I was preparing dinner. Smith's company was getting bankrupt and he had been trying to help himself but none of his plans had been working.Finally, today he had gone to meet one of his last remaining investors whom he hoped would help him. He had told me so many good stories about Mr. Henderson. How they became friends and how their friendship had lasted till this time. I was making a grilled cheese burger with fries but I had so much concentration that I was silent and the food would turn out bad. These past few days have met me persistently and consistently worried about Smith's business. He has literally been doing everything that he could to get his company back to what it was a few years ago. I was always feeling so overwhelmed with everything. Was this all for me? I even wen
Emily’s POV: I was finally satisfied with what I heard on the news. Smith Clifford was finally getting what he deserved, how dare him embarrass me like that and think he would go Scot free. I had other plans for him yet to be revealed. “I have only just begun, He will hear from me and I'll make him pay for what he did to me.” I took a bottle of water from the kitchen table. I had visited my mother and she agreed with me. “I love this.” Sally responded. “I think your father is beginning to fumble, I think he's beginning to have a hot spot for Anna.”“What?” I screamed. “Yes. The other day we were watching the news, he was in support of them and was asking me to stop the plans I had.” Sally told me, turning the stew she was making. “What do you mean? I thought that Dad would be so upset with Anna for refusing to help him. Why is he suddenly on her side?” I asked. “Well, I think he's being apologetic about everything.” Sally pointed out to me and that when I understood that this wa