Calling off the wedding

This is an activity from the A215 Creative Writing Course that I’m doing with the OU. It requires the same scenario (a woman calling off her wedding) to be written in both third-person limited omniscience and third-person omniscient points of view  (tutorial 2 practical exercises).

Third person limited omniscient point of view:

He is going to fall to pieces, like that time he wanted to be by himself whilst he decided what was best for him at that crucial point in his life: the time in middle age where the idea of a red Ferrari and much younger women is really appealing, but not really attainable. His six-month intended hiatus didn’t come to fruition once reality sent in and he had to endure his mother’s home cooking and archaic house rules. As if living at his parents’ house is better than being in a committed and loving relationship. Three weeks at his mother’s soon put a stop to his wayward and difficult behaviour.

‘I love you and don’t want to spend another moment away from you,’ were the exact words he uttered in his homecoming speech.

It’s strange how his three week holiday changed him from the strong, determined individual into the quintessential man under the thumb, with all the attraction of a date who still lives at home with his mother, and does his ironing on a Sunday before choir practice.

God only knows how he is going to handle the prepared speech:

‘Brian we need to talk. I don’t quite know how to say this, but things haven’t been working out between us. I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you. I hope in time we can still be friends’

Will he fall into a fit of tears, into a rage, appear confused and stunned, or simply just sit there, picking his feet and farting, as he usually does?

Third person omniscient point of view:

He is going to crack up once he receives the bad news; like that time he wanted to be by himself for six months, so he moved back to his parents’ house to discover himself in the role of ‘free man’. That didn’t last too long once he had to endure his mother’s home cooking and antiquated house rules. After all, every forty-year old man enjoys hearing, lift up the toilet seat up, wipe around the sink, and put your laundry in the basket, on a daily basis, surely? He lasted just three weeks before creeping back home and offering up his excuses in a rather poorly rehearsed speech.

‘I love you and don’t want to spend another moment away from you,’ were the precise words used to heal any damage.

She is under the misguided belief that there is something to atone for. Mother said that being away from her for a few weeks would do the relationship some good. Mother really is a wise old owl!

It’s strange, but refreshingly good to see the change in Lisa: she’s relaxed, friendly and easy-going; there is no longer a fear of being in the same room as her. It’s taken long enough to train her, but mother was right.

God only knows how Brian is going to handle the goodbye speech:

‘Brian we need to talk. I don’t quite know how to say this, but things haven’t been working out between us. I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you. I hope in time we can still be friends’

Well it turns out that mother wasn’t right, after all; the stupid old fool. Not to worry, Lisa will be back to sample some humble pie, before too long.

About Sean

I live in my own thoughts, chat to imaginary friends, and survive primarily on Snickers and Nescafe. I work full-time and study part-time for a BA in English Literature with the OU. Home is the North West of England, and my heroes are those authors that can make miracles out of paper and words…… “The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.” – Mark Twain.
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