Point of View Test 1

Captain Falcor tried to decode the map. He could make no sense of it. He could not understand the language in which the glyphs were written. He had never seen it before. He motioned to Private Lockey to come to the console because he believed that she could read this alien language. Private Lockey was standing with a group of soldiers and did not understand that Captain Falcor was signaling her. She did not want to seem like she was full of herself, so she ignored Captain Falcor's increasingly urgent gesturing.

Captain Jack drew back the string on the crossbow. He was an expert marksman, but he wasn't sure if he could hit the creature while it was in the water. "Take the shot, Captain!" yelled John Robin. John Robin didn't think that Captain Jack could make the shot either. Still he felt like they were all going to die anyway, so it was worth a shot, so to speak. Captain Jack squinted at the bubbling waters. His heart was beating fast. He thought of his wife and pulled the trigger.

Flocka sniffed the candle. It smelled like cinnamon buns. She wanted to take a bite of it, but she knew that it would taste awful. "Jules," she said to her friend, "have you ever wondered why these things smell so good but taste so bad." Jules laughed and responded, "Do they taste bad? I've never eaten a candle." Flocka felt like Jules was teasing her so she smacked Jules in the arm. Jules rubbed her arm and said, "Ow! Why'd ya do that?"

The bear swatted at the water. She snagged a large, pink-scaled salmon from the stream and tore into it. She tossed the remnants to the cubs trailing her, one of whom was swatting at the water only to get his paw wet. The breeze rustled the leaves. The mother bear looked around the forest. A man in safety orange overalls approached.

Hector had a headache. It was worse than any headache he had ever had before. He raised his hand. His teacher, Mr. Westley, called on him. Hector said, "I've got a headache, Mr. Westley. May I go to the nurse?" Mr. Westley smirked and said, "Is my science lesson that painful, Hector?" Hector smiled weakly. He liked Mr. Westley, but Hector was in no mood for jokes.

The factory was filled with the noises of machines, yet John was trying to communicate with his co-workers. "We need to clean vats C and D before making the next batch," he shouted. Emilio could not hear John so he shouted, "What did you say, John? I could not hear you." John could not hear Emilio so he got closer to him and said, "What did you say, Emilio?" Again, Emilio could not hear him. Emilio and John were now both feeling pretty frustrated.

You never wanted to be a unicorn rider. You just wanted to be a simple farmer. You wanted to feed people. You wanted to live and work with your family. But here you were, on the back of a majestic equestrian creature with a single horn on its head, soaring across a field of clouds, preparing to do battle with an evil army of stinkbugs. "We don't always get what we want," echoed your father's voice in your head. The memory was interrupted by an overpowering stench. That putrid scent could only mean one thing: you were closing in on the stinkbug army.

Rob laid back in the pool chair. The sun blazed in the cloudless sky. A lifeguard sat in a tall chair overlooking the activity in the pool. She blew her whistle and shouted, "No running!" A group of middle-schoolers stopped their horseplay for a moment. Rob chuckled. Birds flew overhead. Several young ladies chatted on beach towels. Rob's phone rang. He looked at it, silenced it, and then put it back into his duffle bag.

Dr. Chang opened the oven and looked inside. He decided that the chocolate chip cookies needed a few more minutes and shut the oven door. Just then the doorbell rang. Dr. Chang ran down the stairs and looked through the peephole. He recognized the visitor as his friend Doug. Doug looked injured. Dr. Chang opened the door and helped him. Dr. Chang knew that in moments like these, mere seconds mean the difference between life and death. "Hang in there, Doug," Dr. Chang said soothingly. Doug smiled.

Just as you sit down to dinner, you hear the familiar sound of the ice cream truck. It is playing a variant of 'Pop Goes the Weasel.' You look down at your meatloaf. It looks very loafy. You look up at your mother. She asks you, "How's your meatloaf?" You smile and nod up and down. The siren song of the ice cream truck gets louder. It must be close now. "Try some of your asparagus," says your mother.

Mitchell was sitting at his desk sorting through a large pile of mail. He opened an envelope and looked at it contents. Then he sighed deeply and put his head down on the desk. "Where am I going to get all of that money?" he said to himself. He sat up and opened another envelope. His eyes widened. He balled up the paper and threw it across the room. Then he put his hands behind his chair and spun around. "What's the use?" he asked aloud to the empty room. No one responded.

I took one look at the rusty old tractor and knew that the old man was trying to trick me. This was not the "classic" piece of machinery that he had described in the classified ad. This was a piece of junk, and I've got enough junk sitting in my garage as it is. I politely declined his attempt to swindle me, though he did not take it lightly.

As Brandon jumped out of the plane, he began to worry that he had not had adequate time to prepare. He was unsure whether the parachute would deploy when he needed it. A part of him wanted to pull the ripcord right now and find out. Charlie, the more experienced skydiver who was strapped to Brandon's back, could sense Brandon's fear and confusion. "Don't worry, Brandon. You're going to be ok," said Charlie. Of course, Charlie had no idea whether this was true or not, but he figured that it wouldn't do any good to say anything to the contrary.

Judge Walters pounded his gavel. He had heard enough of the counsel's equivocating and he entertained the thought of throwing him in jail if he didn't give him a straight answer. "Look, Mr. Bridges, the court needs you to answer the question. Was your client at the liquor store on the night of the robbery?" Mr. Bridges could sense Judge Walters' frustration, but he knew that answering the question outright would make his client seem guilty.

You have never seen such a large pile of money before. You have never even imagined such a large pile. It consumed the entire king size bed in the luxury hotel suite and spilled over it. Then the runoff developed into other huge piles of money. It had to be millions of dollars, maybe billions. "So, how are we going to get it out of here?" your partner in crime asked. You had not considered that up until now.

There was something strange about our relationship. We should have been close friends. We had a lot of similar interests. But for some reason, we just never clicked. We both tried. We extended invitations to one another. And, reciprocally, we accepted. But when we got close, the conversation never flowed. The bonds never formed. The moment never happened. So, here we are, distant but close, close but distant.

Eric stood in the line. There were at least one hundred students in the line and it was moving very slowly. Eric wished that he had gotten in line earlier. If only his classmates had behaved better, Mr. Park might have dismissed them sooner. Josiah was in front of him. "This stinks, huh?" Josiah turned around and said. Eric nodded but he was mad a Josiah. Eric blamed Josiah for being one of the talkers. Josiah smiled and said, "Oh well, at least we can talk."

Douglass guarded the barn door with a shotgun while I slept. Sometime in the middle of the night I was awoken by a terrible dream. I dreamt that we were surrounded by zombies and that we were pretty much out of bullets. I awoke to Douglass guarding the barn door with his shotgun and three shells. "Why don't we switch for a little bit, Douglass?" I suggested. Douglass nodded in assent and handed me the shotgun. Then I listened for zombies as Douglass slept in a pile of hay.

Cassidy opened up his wallet. It was empty. "How much was it again?" he asked. The storeowner responded, "It's $27.50 for the picture, $52 for the vase, and $96 for the statue." Cassidy turned to his dog and said, "Bad dog! You cost daddy a lot of money." The dog whimpered and looked down with his tail between his legs. The storeowner scowled at them both and held out his palm. Cassidy looked at the storeowner, then looked at his dog, and then looked at the door.

The florescent lights hummed. At first the noise bothered Chuck, but now he had been testing in Room 203 for about twenty minutes and he no longer heard the lights. He was trying to solve a difficult math problem when he heard someone behind him whisper, "Pssst. Chuck." He turned around and saw Jovanna. Her eyes were darting around the room and she had a concerned look on her face. "What's the answer to number 2?" she asked. Chuck wanted no part in this. He turned around and brushed off his shoulders. "Psst." Jovanna kept whispering.

Clarissa opened the cabinet. It contained a can of corn and a jar of pasta sauce. Clarissa picked up the jar of pasta sauce and examined it in the light. "Yuck," said Clarissa, as she put the pasta sauce back in the cabinet. Then she grabbed the can of corn. She opened a drawer and pulled out a can opener. She removed the top of the corn and sniffed it. "Yuck!" she exclaimed, before dumping the can in the garbage.

The man working at the hotdog stand wrapped the hotdog in aluminum foil. A woman in a sleek brown dress approached the hotdog stand. She had big beautiful curls in her hair. "How much for a hotdog with no bun?" she asked. The man working at the hotdog stand scratched his head and said, "Same price. I throw the bun away for you free of charge." The woman huffed and continued on her way. The man working at the hotdog stand wrapped another hotdog in aluminum foil.

Little Busy listened to the final mix of his new single at the recording studio. He felt that it was the greatest song ever recorded. He loved to hear himself talk over beats. "Play it back once," said Little Busy. The engineer pressed a few buttons and the song started over. The engineer nodded his head along, even though he did not like the song. He thought it was pretentious, inauthentic, and expressed poor social values. When the song ended, Little Busy turned to the engineer and asked, "Yo man, what do you think?" The engineer smiled and said, "It sounds great, man. I love it."

"Shh! They're here," your Aunt whispers. You are crouched behind a couch. It is dark and the room is filled with people. Your legs are starting to hurt. The lock turns and the door to the house opens slowly. A man and a woman walk inside. The man fumbles around looking for the light switch. He eventually finds it. The woman laughs. As soon as the lights flicker, your Aunt whispers, "Now!" You jump from your hiding spot and shout along with many others, "Surprise!"

Kylie looked at the pile of broken glass in the middle of the floor and wondered who did it. It didn't take long for her to suspect Jeffrey. "How can I prove it was him?" she thought to herself. Meanwhile, Jeffrey was establishing his alibi with his friend Jerome. He figured that if he could claim that he had been at Jerome's house during the time of the accident, he could relieve himself of the blame.

Dr. Wild sat in his evil laboratory, surrounded by the villainous monsters that he had created, and thought of ways to take over the world. "Maybe I could use these werewolf-sharks... no that won't work..." he trailed off. The mummy monster he had created walked up to him carrying a glass of lemonade. "Here, lemonade," the mummy grunted. Dr. Wild looked at him suspiciously. He didn't quite trust the mummy yet. "And are you sure you didn't curse it?" Dr. Wild asked. The mummy looked down at his feet and didn't reply

Ronnie heard the sounds of sirens. He turned to his friend Terence and asked, "Do you think that they're coming for us?" Terence shook his head back and forth and said, "Nah." Ronnie wasn't sure if he agreed with Terence. He thought that he would push the matter further. "How do you know?" asked Ronnie. Terence glared at him and said, "I just know, alright?!?" Ronnie wasn't comfortable with this answer, but he decided to wait and see.

The flames from the grill jumped above the grates and charred the burgers. I turned the knob to lower the flames. The wind blew. The smoke from the grill drifted. A woman in her thirties asked, "Who wants lemonade?" Among the twenty or thirty people assembled in the backyard, a few intermittent hands raised. The bounce house was currently empty. The band was setting up their equipment. The block party was in full effect. I flipped the burgers and closed the grill. It was time to party.

The crows cawed and the wind tussled the corn stalks. I held the baseball in my hand. I could feel its scars. I tossed the worn ball in the air to myself. Joseph watched from a lawn chair. I caught the ball. Joseph was reading. I threw the ball into the air again. Joseph rocked in his chair and laughed. I caught the ball again. Joseph called to me, "Come here and take a look at this."

I looked across the field and saw Buttercup galloping. She was such a beautiful pony. I whistled as loudly as I could and Buttercup turned and saw me. She whinnied loudly and then galloped toward me at full speed. Rainbows streamed from her feet as she trotted. Sparkles danced in the air. Buttercup ran behind me and scooped me on her back. We were together again at last.

Bryce and Kylie were running as fast as they could. Bryce thought that he was faster than Kylie, but he didn't know that Kylie had trained as a sprinter in high school. "Wow, you're a lot faster than I thought you were," said Bryce. Kylie laughed. She liked Bryce, but she felt that this comment showed that he underestimated her. The dog chasing them barked loudly as Kylie's lead grew.

The knights had their backs to the gate. "Bam!" The enemy forces were smashing it with a battering ram. Sir Julius hollered at his men, "Hold firm! Do not let them pass!" The enemy continued to smash the gate, "Bam!" Lancel the Red drew his sword and said, "This is pointless, Sir Julius. We must prepare to meet them!" Sir Julius scowled and said, "I am commander, Lancel. Follow my commands!" Lancel sheathed his sword and put his back to the gate again.

Pete and Devin looked at the box. Pete shook the lid, but it was locked. Devin tried to open the lock, but it wouldn't budge. Neither of them knew what to do next, but they both wanted to find out what was in the box. Then Pete felt that he had a bright idea. "Do you want to drop it off the roof? That ought to open it." Pete said. Devin knew a bad idea when she heard one, and she felt that this was a bad idea. "What if the fall damages the treasure?" she inquired politely. Pete shrugged his shoulders.

As you walk down the dark alley, you hear the sound of a baby crying in the distance. You fear nothing. "Crash!" You turn to see a black cat has knocked over a trashcan. It did not startle you. You keep walking calmly down the alley. "Bang!" Someone drops a pot in a kitchen that you are passing. You turn your head slightly but are not afraid. Just then, at the mouth of the alley, you see the tiny pink teddy bear, and begin to scream in terror.

Marco inhaled deeply through his nose. He detected the scent of sulfur. He thought that it might be a bomb. He tapped Bailey on the shoulder. Bailey turned to him and whispered, "What is it?" Marco said, "Do you smell that?" Bailey made a few sniffs and shrugged. "I can't smell anything," she said. Marco knew that he had to trust his gut.

Cornelius looked at the egg. He had never seen an egg so large. He wondered what was inside of it. Then he heard a cracking noise. From out of the egg hatched a baby dragon. The dragon began looking for his mother the moment he came out of the egg, as is the instinct with dragons, but what he found was Cornelius. Naturally, the young firebrand assumed that Cornelius was his mother and he clung to him at once.

Williby waded through the bushes. He was thinking about Betro and all she had done for him. He couldn't help but to feel appreciation for her. Little did he know that Betro was thinking of him at that same exact moment. She was thinking about how Williby has stood up to Josh when he was making fun of her for eating a peanut butter and potato chip sandwich.

The crows gather on the fence. You stare at them from behind the kitchen window and over a cup of coffee. A newspaper is in front of you. You unfold the paper and turn to the funny pages. You do not find them funny. You turn to the Entertainment section. You do not find it entertaining. You turn your attention to your breakfast. Your toast has been buttered and sliced in half diagonally. It looks appetizing, if not slightly burned. You grab a slice a begin munching.

Kiko was wearing a polar bear hide and crouching by a small pile of wood. The wood had been arranged in the shape of a tipi. She was rubbing two sticks together furiously. As she rubbed these two sticks together, a thread of smoke began to rise. Kiko worked harder. More smoke began to rise. Sweat poured from her brow. Then a spark caught the pile of fur and thin strips of wood at the bottom of the pile. She shielded the small spark with both of her hands and blew softly. Now the spark rose into a tiny fire. Kiko smiled.

Chris and Paul sat on the edge of the pier. The waves were rolling into the shore. Paul skipped a rock across the water. It bounced five or six times and then sunk. "Well, what do you want to do?" asked Chris. Paul shrugged his shoulders and responded, "I don't know. It's getting dark. It's been a long day. I'm exhausted. Let's go home." Chris nodded his head and then the two boys stood up and walked toward their bikes.