Two Short Stories with POV switch
For Creative Writing class in University, we had to write a short story and then switch the point of view (P.O.V.) so it was told from a different character's P.O.V. as a twist. Please note that the characters and events in these two short stories are completely fictional. I wanted to share these two stories here and hope they inspire you to create your own short stories. The idea behind a post card story is that it could fit on a postcard, so it ideally one concise paragraph in length.
Carrying the paint pallets from one group of children to the next, the
substitute teacher set down the trays and brushes, their handles coated in blue
as much as their bristles. Swapping the red pallet for the yellow, the sub
completed a full circle of the classroom. She admired her beige pants, still
spotless, although the yellow and blue on her hands had turned her knuckles
green.
The other teachers had approved on this method of switching colours and
their respective brushes rather than presenting grade ones with large cups of
water to be dumped on the floor or that would only become cloudy rather than
cleaning their brushes properly.
“Oh, Jacob what a lovely job.” The substitute exclaimed upon seeing the
child’s muddy painting. He applied another thick gob, spreading it into its
complementary colour. The sub suppressed a wince of disbelief, knowing the
child was having fun in their inspired creation of brown.
At the bell, the substitute collected the soggy paintings, prying them
from the table tops, careful not to tear each artist’s masterpiece.
Post Card Story 2 (new P.O.V.)
Mud and Muses
Charlotte smeared blue onto the
paper for the sky. The timer rang and the teachers collected the brushes and
pallets, placing a new colour at Charlotte’s table. She gripped the new brush,
yellow paint oozing between her fingers from the handle as she prepared to make
a sun in the corner.
“That’s beautiful, Charlotte.” The
substitute informed her. “You must have practiced a lot.”
“I have an art station at home.”
Charlotte replied. She applied more yellow and glanced up at the other
children’s work. Jacob sat across from her scrubbing a grey-brown mixture into
his paper beyond its absorption.
“You’re going to rip it, Jacob!”
said Charlotte.
“No I’m not.” Jacob responded,
continuing to rub colours together.
“What is that even supposed to
be?”
“A hole.” He replied, rhythmically
stroking the brown glob in circles.
Charlotte went back to her own
picture. The paints were swapped for red. “Well I’m painting my Grampa’s house.
He lives on a farm with lots of pigs.”
She shaped the house in the center
of her paper, colouring inside the lines as best she could manage. Jacob
stopped to watch her for a moment.
“Then you’ll need some mud. Here,
I have extra!”
Thanks for reading my post card short stories and I hope you enjoy creating your own sometime soon!
-Julia May


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