Thirdly

Once again, thanks for everyone who took the time to share their perspectives on this topic! I love hearing the many different opinions and experiences of my fellow writers.

I used to write in 3rd/present. I think the very first thing I ever wrote was in 3rd/present. I found it not too long ago. The whole thing reads like a playscript. On the bright side, I did not mix up my tenses. Not bad, 17 year old me.

I've written a total of three stories in first person thus far and it's still a learning experience.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Nico x Di is officially on! I also can't wait to read some more Sho x Ivan. Sho seemed a little nervous back there. Wonder what happened to shake his confidence from earlier in the day. Jet lag is hardly an excuse.

I have three homework assignments due at midnight but my mind refuses to focus when there's this shiny, wonderful, new chapter of Kabal RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I muuuuuuuuuuuuuust read, I can't contain my excitement! Navigating the small road in front of him didn't distract him enough to forget Nico’s suggestive grin and eyebrow waggle. Something had definitely been off. - LMAO! Oh no! Ivan is suspicious!! Ivan had never understood how they could be separated and live so far from each other. Although he'd liked Nico, he thought a man belonged with his mate, not married to another man. - Yes, well...I'm sure many, many people feel the same way. Including me. He felt loyal to his king and sought to protect him from any harm, including emotional harm.- That old coot needs to pull himself together. Love him to death, but man, is his fear frustrating. The man insisted they become friends, and after he explained the circumstances of his separation from the king, they hit it off as if they’d been friends forever. - Yessssssssssssssss. It's just the best. He looked around for a tall, blond man with a braid as long as his wakizashi and ‘amazing light green eyes’. - LMAO! Darn straight. Nico had somehow known and didn’t bother warning him.- Because that's what friends do! hahahahaha Nico sent me to pick you up and bring you home. - Yessssssssssssssssssss, HOME. As soon as Nico closed the door behind them, Sho grabbed him by his shirt, stabbing his finger against his chest. - *dying of laughter* Somebody wanted to kill Noël. Burn him to death. - That's not good. “You!” Ivan shouted and stepped toward Nico. He stopped, eyes widening, when he saw the king had entered the room with his mate. “My apologies, Your Highness.” - *dying of more laughter* Whoever did this will think we don't want to admit yet that Noël died in the fire, and they succeeded with their devious plan. - Smart plan! and of course Landyn and Simon; the golden couple - Yes, yes they are the golden couple. Love them to death. He knew knocking wouldn't help, so he went into his own room and locked the door. This is ridiculous. How can he think I was talking about him? - Dagnabbit, Nico. lmao...to be fair that wasn't entirely your fault, he's just so flippin' sensitive hahaha. Diarmad nodded at the men around his table with as much dignity as he could manage stated, "Continue without us." before he left the dining room in brisk strides.- LMAO! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee FINALLY!

I know how you feel. But, once I start reading something, I'm gonna finish it no matter what. Oh man, as a kid I would read stories that were part of a bigger series (somewhere in the middle of the series) and have no clue what was going on.

@Timothy M. But, what do you prefer to read tense-wise and perspective-wise?

I grew up reading Spanglish. Your English is good enough for anything and your talent is amazing. If you sold your tales on amazon, I'd tell you to hush and just take my money.

Yeah, different types and styles are better suited to one form or another in stories. And you already know why I'm poking about to see what different opinions are. That one MC...

The only thing I can think of that can think of that is written in "future tense" is someone reading a prophecy (or maybe a poem?) aloud. Even the book of Revelations is in past tense, I just looked.

I have nothing to add to that nor do I refute it.

A plethora of ‘choose your own adventure’ story apps written in second person exist these days. The stories may be engaging, but it still feels too ‘gamey’ to me to really get absorbed into the tale.

Those are rookie mistakes even I have made in the past, switching between POVs and/or tenses in the same story. And I agree that, with a bigger cast of characters, third person’s easier to write.

I'm determined to stop at chapter 10 today. I don't care how many interruptions drag me down (unless they're toma or robin interruptions, which they were not...my grandma and aunt came by with my cousin's baby boy and the yappie yorkie lost it so I was coddling a cowardly dog for hours so that the baby wouldn't cry). Now then, where was I? He knew he’d get depressed by the task which was why he kept postponing. However, getting to share a bed with his boyfriend might be the incentive needed.- You can do it! “Why don’t we wait then? I don’t need to see the room right now, and we can take our time with making it into our bedroom. I’m sure Michael will be happy to have his dads sleep in his room for a bit longer. - That works, too. “John’s the excitable redhead?”/“Yes.”/“And Anthony is the tall dark silent guy.”/“Exactly.”/“A bit cliché isn’t it?” - If it is, it's one I'll never tire of...wait a minute, I once dated a silent redhead *points to self* and I'm an excitable darkhaired girl...is the reverse still a cliché? “He might have wanted to sit in your lap, or mine, and that could have caused a few awkward questions. You would have to answer them, since I don’t speak Danish." - LMAO! Exactly! 'He doesn't understand enough English for me to give him 'the talk,' YOU'D have to do it.' No, but I assume a new kitchen and bathroom will be essential.- Oh, to be able to have the money to buy a second house and renovate it. I am green with envy about now (and before you mention Caspin/January/Giles, they are also rich fictional characters on my envy list lmao).

Just this week alone, I've read three different stories in three point of views: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. All of them were well-written and enjoyable. I've also read well-written stories in past tense and written in present tense. What is your favorite point of view and favorite tense to write and why? What is your favorite point of view and favorite tense to read and why? The POV(point of view) I've always been more comfortable writing has always been 3rd person POV both in my personal work and when writing with others. To me, it's still challenging to write in 1st person, but I'm inspired to keep trying by a friend that enjoys reading 1st person POV stories (likely due to the more direct peek into the main character's emotions and thoughts). I also personally prefer to read 1st or 3rd person POV over 2nd person POV unless I am playing an RPG (roleplaying game) on a console or reading a playscript. I also prefer to read past tense than present tense only due to familiarity, as most of the books I read in childhood were written in past tense. I've yet to read a story in future tense, but I'd probably still default to past tense.

Fiona’s quick hug at the funeral it was the first time since his mother died he had been embraced by a woman. And the warm motherly feelings flowing from Peter’s aunt filled up another gaping pit in his soul.- *gushing tears* Hee hee. Mini Michael's a Michael after my own heart with the singing and teasing.

You know, Michael hasn’t talked about his school or his friends at home today, except for vague plans about his two best friends visiting and being shown ‘all the cool stuff in London’. He seems to be fully committed to your new life in England.- It was the dinosaur exhibit. Let's be real. XD The tiny angel in his head fluttered excitedly ‘ohh how sweet, you’ll be his first too’, while the bawdy imp fell over laughing. ‘Better get out the dildo and see if he runs away. I wager nothing larger than a finger ever made it into Mr. Valentine’s virgin ass.’ - Behave yourselves, little mischiefs. While I die of laughter. I’m making this into Michael’s room and we’ll have our bedroom next door. And I’m paying to have it done exactly the way he wants, no matter what. Including a flat screen TV and a PS4 or whatever he’d like.- Yep, twisted around that tiny little finger. I just hope he gets past the heart condition or is able to better manage it in the future.

Patrick was speechless but managed to nod and was rewarded by two small arms wrapping around his neck and a soft voice in his ear saying ‘Papa’ then giggling.- OH, it's over. That little boy has you wrapped around his little finger. Patrick floated all the way in a cloud of infatuation. - LMAO. Nothing can ruin that day. "Why can’t my son Kim meet someone like you, Patrick?”/Luckily, Peter intervened before he died from embarrassment./“Moster, you know Kim isn’t gay, don’t you? He’s not even bisexual like me." - Dying! "Oh and once a woman gives him a chance, she’ll learn of another impressive feature, which might be decisive.” /He leaned over and whispered in Patrick’s ear. “Kim’s hung like a horse.”/Of course he managed to time his remark to the moment Patrick took a drink of water.- PFFT!!! “Sure. All kinds of sex with him turn me on, but I think doing him outside will be even more fun,” caused another impish implosion, leaving Patrick and the angel high-fiving each other mentally.- Oh gosh, the imp approves of Patrick's pervy thoughts so hard. Were all Danish children brought up to be tolerant of same-sex couples, or was Michael special because they had talked about this? Or perhaps he really did sense Patrick made his dad as happy as Peter made him? He was grateful no matter what. - You got it all wrong. Michael's probably thinking "I'm finally gonna get me two gifts for birthdays and more outings to the museum."

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He bowed his head to hide a grin at the thought of doing – well maybe not a striptease, but a shedding of clothes that would definitely tease and tantalize. - *salacious grin* yip! yip! *frowns, hearing 'pay attention to me' barking* Dagnabbit, Shaggy! You're throwing off my reading groove, ya yappie yorkie. *grumble grumble* Now, where was I? “Like what you see?” - Hee hee. Patrick's so sly. Thus he acknowledged the need for something larger to practice with. Once this concept was firmly entrenched, the next one popped into his head. 'Maybe Peter would like to help.' - YES. Yes, he would. Absolutely. Then they looked at Patrick and waved him over. He was pulled into the embrace of his family, and Michael held on to both of them, hugging them tight around their necks. Patrick sighed contentedly as he once more felt safe and loved and wanted. He sent up a small prayer of thanks to their patron saint together with a wish for happily ever after. 'For all of us please...' - *gushing tears of sentiment* Where are those tissues of mine?

“I'm sorry; I got carried away for a bit there.” Peter grinned. “I forgot we're not quite married yet.” - Wait, married? Wow, you're serious. I'm not hating, just surprised. 'And he'll soon be tired of you playing untouched, nervous and reluctant, and of waiting for you to be ready.' He wanted to reach into his own head and strangle the offensive little bastard. - LMAO! Dying. I want to go to a clinic and have tests to be sure I haven't got any sexually transmitted diseases. - Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Makes total sense, yeah. Better safe than sorry, in that scenario. Lots of high-pitched squeaking in the phone as Patrick went beet red. - LMAO! I approve. And once it's over, you don't want to go on and on, discuss every little point to bits. I don't know if it's because you're a man or just because you're you.- Both. Both is good. He felt like an almost wilted plant which unexpectedly received a soft shower of revitalizing water and nutrients from an observant caretaker. - Yes, just keep watering him, Peter. Wait, I don't think that came out right... Fiona had been nice and he could recall younger faces looking shy and sad. - It's good that not all of his family's that bad.

Of course! I love your writing style. You should know this by now. Though, I'm actually dabbling into a more dramatic and angsty storyline (for the first half anyway) and I'm scared to take the plunge (but I have to because this story must happen).

Because you're flippin' brilliant, that's why!

Glad my comments make you laugh. They're never meant to be offensive, they're just what I thought of as I was reading. And yeah, that part with the kids was literally before I read the line about his being so perceptive about their real desires...I can kinda see where it would freak some of them out.

But his angel of faith was gloating over the suddenly tiny and mute devil in his head 'Did you hear that? His first serious commitment! He has never loved anyone before, either.' - *rolling around in joy* This was the moment the two silly beings in his head decided to join forces and pop the inevitable question: 'So you reckon he's versatile?'- LMAO! Oh man, I'm only four chapters in and it's already almost lunch time. I'm gonna eat and come back to chapter five.