Cleverly disguised in the Preludes and Interludes primarily.Title is pretty self explanatory. The way I do it is italicized and **.
Example. *Hey, you mofos can read this right?*
So, something like this, El?I can accept it if it happens in the first POV as a meta-narrative within the mind of a disguised narrator. You know... real people often talk to themselves through their thoughts, too. Therefore, providing commentary in the first POV happens naturally without breaking the immersion.
However, you still have to disguise it; have the narrator talking to himself/herself in a way that implicitly seems to be engaging the reader. Don't break the boundaries between the story world, the characters, and the reader.
Don't say it is just a story. It would destroy the immersion effect that makes the reader realize they're just reading black ink on white paper.
If the fourth wall is broken explicitly or blatantly, the fiction will feel like a parody or a comedic cartoon rather than a living story. The skill of obscuring the fourth wall also indicates how competently the author constructs the narrative.I despise overt fourth wall breaks in books, especially if done merely for shock value. I especially hate characters breaking a format in scene to talk to the reader directly. It's one of my few weaknesses as a reader and writer, because I don't think it's necessarily a flaw. I'll accept something cleverly done, or well disguised. But I think 4th wall breaking is one of those things enjoyed because it breaks common practice, but if it becomes common practice, it gets tiring quickly.
It's a clever disguise that uses the terms "you", "I" and "we" as a dialectic within the narrator's mind. Narratively, the character is thinking through an inner monologue (dialectic). However, the reader reading this narrative feels as if they are being invited to speak face-to-face with the character.So, something like this, El?
In this bit, you'd be reading one of Lucius' journal entries, but they are also his way of directly speaking to the reader as well as organizing his throughts.So I guess, you could call that plan a success if you want, but I can't escape this feeling clawing at the back of my mind like I've overlooked something.
Something small.
But something vital.
No matter what I do, though, this feeling won't go away, so I've just got to keep my eyes open, and to make sure we're ready for whatever comes our way as best I can.
That's what Adventurerers do after all. Right?
We face the challenges put in front of us head on, and we don't back down no matter what.
Like the heroes from our old world that our games and stories were all based on.
You'd think that harvest days would be considered a fun day off from the monotony of school life. In other places perhaps. However, in the town, high school was basically just a building where all the young people hung out. There were no state standardized tests. The teachers didn't care if you ignored them so long as you were quiet. There was no collage to study for really. The whole institution felt almost out of place. Like an element of some childish writer's story, added to the setting not because it fit, but because school was all the writer had ever known and so assumed it the default state of affairs and not an institution designed to create obedient factory workers; something which the town had no demand for.
"So could you look like anyone" xe asked of Alice. "Pretty much but the tits stay" said Alice. "Because your power allows you to change everything but your tits?" gasped Charlie. "No, because I like them" smiled Alice. "… based" said Charlie. "Huh?" grunted Alice, with a confused head tilt. "Oh, language evolves over time. Honestly with how isolated the town is I'm surprised there hasn't been a bit of drift and a bunch of local colloquialisms" I noted. "Maybe the town isn't very imaginative" mused Charlie. "Maybe".
Her right thigh was exposed by a slit in the dress, smooth and shiny in the moonlight and WHATEVER GOD GAVE ME STUPID MIND POWERS AND NOT SHAPESHIFTING BETTER WATCH HER DAMN BACK!