Narrative Writing Essays

Opening my eyes I found myself looking into a sizable mirror atop a colossal mahogany desk. The dark wood was cool and smooth beneath my fingertips and brought goose bumps to my skin. It was dark, but I could still see the rich blue paint on the walls and the classic paintings throughout the room. There were paintings by Monet, Picasso, Leonardo DA Vinciand other world–renowned artists. I wanted to rush over to the paintings and exam every last detail and commit it to memory because artifacts like these were only heard of in history books. As interested as I am in the paintings, something pulls me back to the mirror and I am entranced by a pair of eerily similar smoky grey eyes. Although the eyes are identical to mine, the reflection looking back it me is not my own. This man is enormous, taking up nearly the entire mirror, and you can see the bulge of his muscles beneath his designer suit. Golden blond hair longer then I am used to seeing comes halfway down his ears and streaked in silver, which betrays his older age despite his young features. He has dark circles under his eyes that gives away how exhausted and stressed he is. He has a sizable moustache so the stubble on his face means he hasn't shaved in a few days further hinting toward his

Haphazardly loosened but still around his neck was a golden tie and his black suit disheveled. Running shaky hands through his hair he removed a small black leather box from his pocket, placing it on the desk out of the way. On his

Nursing is all I've wanted to do since i was 8–years old. I was the little girl who would pretend to be the nurse with a white sheet like it was my coat, and wearing my mother's stethoscope checking heartbeats. My mother bought me a medical kit and everyday i'd check everyone's heartbeat, blood pressure, and vitals. But at that age all I knew was i had to hold their wrist for a while not knowing what i'm feeling for, writing random numbers in a notebook, and putting my ear against their chest waiting for the "thump–thump" sound. They'd go along with me and I'd think to make the pain go away is to give it a kiss and a band–aid. Until my mom said " Chanel stop using all the band–aids". Then, I had to cut down on my practices. As the years

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The dark was now getting very congealed. I started feeling I might have amassed a lot more oranges and bananas then I anticipated. Presumably occupying more time than I had foreseen and prepared for. I paddled slowly paddled back to the main Island with a small lust to be home. The waters I was traversing were filled with gloriously colored phosphorous lights. I had grown up in these waters and had always loved those lights. My eyes daringly explored the extravagant lights, distracting me from the task at hand and the movement of my dog Afa. The boat tipped unnaturally to the right, at first I didn't notice as my eyes were elsewhere. But then I noticed the feeling, what was almost like a mysterious python with deep, rich secrets not to be...show more content...

I created such an unnatural shift in the weight of the vessel. The outrigger flew up in the air and I knew we were on the verge of flipping. That would make it even easier for Tupa to devour me and Afa I cried, "Afa!Afa! Come quickly."

But matters only got worse, instead of coming to me, Afa was trying to make the long traverse across the vast body of water to land! I knew something had to be done; to save my dog and kill Tupa. I went into a full hardcore mode, my companion was at risk. Afa swam as hard as his little paws could carry him, he was too far for me to fetch now. And to my dismay, Tupa stopped his circling to gain speed for an attack. Afa turned now sensing the hunger and bloodlust found deep in Tupa's eyes. Afa started swimming back! But sadly he was just so far, I knew there was a decision to be made. I made a silent prayer for help in this life or death situation that would be over in a mere second. I had no weaknesses anymore. With a steady wobble, I started to grip my spear tightly and I took aim. All of a sudden Tupa charged. My arm flashed directly in front of me. All the force I had I directed through my spear and clean through Tupa'seye. He never saw it coming. And he retreated in great fury and pain. Wriggling his body in such a manner that caused waves to form on the waters, and causes my boat to come close to flipping, again. I struggled to keep balance as I regained

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I stretched my arms out and looked up and down the beach. Although I lived in Waikiki for years, it'd been far too long since I took a vacation, let alone the beach, since I'm dealing with neverending piles of school assignments and activities. As I strolled along the coastline I can feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. I was taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircled me. I closed my eyes, letting myself absorb the blistering rays of the sun on a scorching summer day. The beach was oddly quiet for this time of that year, only a handful of people sunbathing. I didn't mind, I was going to enjoy myself.

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.

Off the distance of the coastline, there was...show more content...

Those who are young with energy and risk takers, revel in a hearty chase. This so happens to occur in human nature, something unreachable seemingly captivate our attention, and in turn shadows us even more to grab at it. I know what we saw in each other in those numbered days. A sudden exhilaration for the opposite, with each passing day, we grew more intrigued by each other's mere presence and actions.Fishing was a trigger of our emotions, a connection surpassing physical attention, or mental attention. It was a unification of two souls borne from one

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A Walk in the Park A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight. Walking through the trail full of mud and leaves always made me think about my life. It was always there when I needed to walk and get things off my mind. Looking around watching the leaves fall off tree after tree flying like butterflies, all different colors. When they stopped, they immediately died and they were not coming back alive again. Piled leaves filled up under trees and children ran and jumped on them like they were pillows. These trees tripled the height of humans with numerous branches holding hundreds of leaves. While walking the river flows and it is such a beautiful view with the sun shining right off of it. The ducks and little birds chirping and floating through the smooth water puts a joy to my face. I found a rest area with a bench and by it was a fountain. The ripple of water and the singing that the birds formed made it peaceful to sit there and study the fountain. Just appreciating the little things in life and realizing what all I have and have overcome is what the park helps me

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"Quick crawl under the bed!" My dad screamed in panic. So everyone crawled under the bed and I pulled Micky under with me. The shaking went on for what felt like ten minutes but it was really four. Once everything was stable everyone crawled out from under the bed. The all of the sudden there was this ear piercing siren. I immediately ran to the window and looked out the window, I knew what it was. I saw people running away from the beach. As the water was being pulled back at a rapid pace. My mom came over to the window and gasped in fear. She then quickly rummaged through her purse and grabbed the car keys. We then tried to grab as much stuff as we could. And my mom quickly grabbed the three life jackets from the closet. There were only three lifejackets so my dad gave my sister his and we quickly put them on. We only had eleven minutes left before the tsunami officially hit land. We grabbed our stuff and I hooked Mickey to his leash and we ran into the hallway. The halls were crowded with people trying to push their way through and get down the stairs. We all held hands so we wouldn't get lost from each other in the crowd. And we ran down the stairs into the lobby. The lobby was crowded, people were all trying to squeeze outthe doors. My dad lead the way and we pushed our way out the lobby doors. We ran to our car and unlocked the doors and hit the gas. Eleven minutes had passed and the tsunami had already started to hit land. We were racing the tsunami to get to

I decided to stay in town for Miss Callie's funeral and to help with her family that was still in town. The loss hurt many who were close to her especially Esau who had loved her for many years. The funeral had arrived very quickly as Miss Callie had requested a burial. As I walked up to her casket my knees became weak as tragic memories flashed before me of everything that has happened to the town. I noticed Esau, and tried my hardest to remain strong for him. A few more steps and I would be looking at a beloved friend who I would consider myfamily. I missed her already as I saw her and realized I would never be able to have a good quality conversation with her again. I gave my condolences to Esau and the rest of Miss Callie's family before...show more content...

I quickly went home and packed what I would need for a while and other little important things. I made a call to professional movers to pack up my stuff and put it in storage then an additional call to a realtor to sell the house. I got in my little car and headed North while booking two flights to Europe. Even though Miss Callie would not be able to receive lovely gifts from Europe I still wanted to go for her. Ginger had agreed to go with me and she apologized for not getting in contact. We made it to Europe and it was crazy different from small town Clanton. It was almost overwhelming, but it was all worth it. Everyday there was something new and different to try. About a week into our trip, I get a call from my realtor telling me the Padgitt clan was interested in buying my house. I was not even halfway through my sentence when I nearly choked on the rest of my sentence. The realtor said, "They are willing to buy it for 2.5 million dollars." I didn't even have to think about the answer...yes 2.5 million dollars is a large amount of money, but I would never put the town of Clanton through something they had already been through. It hadn't even been a year since everything had happened in the small town. I would most definitely not be the one to give a single chance to the Padgitts. The realtor was upset with me but understood and delivered the news right away. The Padgitts will not step foot anywhere near the people I care about in that

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At this point in my life I find myself in an interesting predicament regarding my attitudes toward reading and writing; more so towards reading. Years ago I used to love reading books for pleasure but nowadays I find myself reading things that little to no effort to digest. This includes the very basic posts on facebook expressing one's opinion on something or articles and threads on reddit discussing topics I find intriguing. Perhaps it's the severe senioritis that has overcome me as I enter my last semester at Chapman University. As I've gotten lazier I can see it start to reflect in my everyday life. Deep down I still love to read but I rarely find myself getting truly invested into the action unless it relates to something I am very...show more content...

You can feed the mind as much as you want and it will never get full of reading. Sadly, I'm not the same person that I was. I guess you could say it's part of growing up. It never really was intentional but it's just the way how it ended up. On the other hand my attitudes toward writing are very different. First let me say that deep down I truly do not like to write. I myself don't personally like to write for leisure or pleasure but rather I write because I believe it is one of the most important aspects of being able to communicate with those around you, both personally and professionally. To put differently, my attitude towards writing is that I write because I need to write and survive in the world around me. I write because I have to, not because I want to. Hopefully this somewhat makes sense. To better explain let me make a comparison. When I am assigned a writing assignment or I am writing because the action is being forced upon me I find myself not enjoying the process and overall the end result is subpar. The perfect example of this would be my junior year in high school when I was enrolled in AP english literature. I dreaded the majority of the class simply because there was so much writing involved in the entire course and therefore I was constantly writing just to get a grade. Being forced to write in such high volume every week for an entire school year was not enjoyable for myself and as a result the Get more content

My Narrative Writing Assignment

I found much value in this week's narrative writing assignment. Through text reading and the additional provisional resources, I acquired many tools that will be useful in my writing going forth. As a result, I can readily see the benefits of utilizing the tools provided in the lessons.

In this week's lesson, I utilized outlines, narrative guidelines, and chronological word lists. Each of these writing tools was instrumental in aiding me in preparing my narrative assignment. Before writing my paper, I prepared a scratch outline to help streamline my thoughts and to create a guideline for the direction of my paper. Doing so, reduced the time I normally would have spent over thinking my topic. Next, educating myself about the different types

Mornings just great. Us early birds have the gift of watching the world around us come back to life after being so tired. We all know most people don't like mornings simply because it interrupts sleep. Yeah, something you can do when you're dead. I turned to the window delighted to see a bright gray sky; just one giant cloud covering that asshole of a sun so it can't burn my skin and give me cancer. Sure, your idea of a beautiful day might include blue skies and fairies, but I never asked you. Today was.... Friday. Nothing special going on, so I'd have the regular classes.

I threw on a black t–shirt and skinny jeans that were slung over my crappy desk chair and ran my fingers through my hair to work out any rats while making my way through a dim hallway to the kitchen. My house is just one big dim hallway with rooms.

"Hey." My mom was already at work in the kitchen as always. She had the same dazed expression on her face as she did every morning as she did her tedious mom–chores. Every day she had to wash dishes, do laundry, cook food, pick up stuff around the house, etc. She set down a plate with a small cinnamon roll drenched in white icing out on the table:"Here, eat this before you leave." "Nah."

"You need to eat something for breakfast, it's not good to skip meals." She nagged.

"Says who?"

"Says me. I read somewhere about it; they did quite a few studies on it." "Hn, Bye." The screen door slammed shut before my mother could finish her pointless lecture. I wasn't going to be late for school because of a cinnamon roll.

Most kids get their parents to drive them nowadays, but walking is a perfect opportunity for some alone–time. People can just come find and interrupt my reveries even in my own home, but when I walk, I'm traveling, and no one's going to try and catch up to me. Just thoughts, music, and burly trees looming over cracked sidewalks. For the most part, it's a peaceful yet uneventful journey. Other than dogs occasionally carrying on or people leaving early for work, there are almost no interruptions. Chg–chg–chg–chg. I grinned at the sound of a train beginning to rumble across rickety, old railroad tracks. Somehow, I couldn't help but smile during moments like these. Soon the train

Hi, I'm Brooke Yliniemi. I am an involved high school student at Menahga High School. Through creative writing class, I was able to broaden and strengthen all my writing skills. I have always enjoyed writing, but never truly knew where to begin. With creative writing, I was able to find out my personal style of writing and what interests me. My writing has improved abundantly when it comes to writing poetry, and short stories. Through each section, I was able to grasp new skills and create personal goals to become my own writer. When it comes to everyday life I enjoy being funny and I try to be in all aspects in my life. The feeling of changing someone's attitude for the better is very fulfilling to me. So, in the beginning, that's what

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Compare–Contrast Essay Eng121: English Composition I (AXC13480)

Regina McKinney Professor: Nancy Segovia

January 1, 2014

A narrative essay is about storytelling for a narrative story to work it must capture and hold the audience attention you must give a clear understanding of your story. A descriptiveessay lets you describe in detail what the essay is all about using words that appeal to your sense of smell, hearing, see, touch, and taste. A descriptive essay lets you use words that describes a person, place, or object. When I compare the author's narrative essay "Are the Rich Happy?" by Steven Leacock and the author's descriptive essay "Sister Flowers" by Maya Angelou it is clear that there...show more content...

Make the description vivid and interesting. I think that a descriptive essay is more powerful because it tell a story in detail. It tells you what it is all about how to except the story where the story originated from whether it is fiction or a documentary. My opinion on the essays are similar because narrating the story is the author who is writing the story and also describing the essays in many ways. I think you must like the descripting essay better it is giving you vivid detail in your essay. It appeals to your senses in many ways follow your feelings when listening to a descriptive essay. Can you feel the passion or can you taste the cookies Sister Flowers made and the lemons, sugar, in the lemonade. And I believe she made those cookies and lemonade with lots of love for Marguerite. I believe she wanted to encourage Marguerite to talk more in class. And bring more detail to her work. "Words mean more than what is set down on paper."(grammar.about.com) "It take the human voice to infuse them with the shades of deeper meaning."(grammar.about.com) "I memorized the part about the human voice infusing words."(grammar.about.com) "It seemed so valid and poetic."(grammar.about.com) My opinion is that a descriptive essay is more powerful than a

Everybody is on or has been on a journey before. Being on a journey is very important because it gives you a goal or task that you want to accomplish. When you go on a journey you find is yourself through the experiences and obstacles that life throws at you. Throughout a journey, you are taught life lessons and have the capability of applying that new knowledge for the future for a better outcome. Sometimes, these life lessons challenge you and you ultimately succeed at the end. For the past 5 months, I have been on a journey as I have been learning a new instrument that I've always wanted to learn since I was a little kid. Being on this path has taught me many life lessons and how to stay focused on what really matters.

My interest in guitar started when my friend used to bring his guitar everyday and I would always want to play but didn't know how. I would always ask him to teach me how to play but I didn't know any of the chords and notes, therefore, I just gave up on attempting to play this new instrument. However, guitar is an elective that's offered here at Kennedy, so I decided to take the class. I noticed that my friend was getting better the more he practiced, so I decided to join the class to learn the basics and get started on this new journey. At first, it was difficult to understand the notes because I didn't have any musical background to help assist me for my own benefit. However, I began to focus more in class to learn the basics day by day. Overtime, I learned that you can't learn guitar in one day and you need a lot of practice to get better. I also discovered how progress is important to reach my end goal. I stayed on this journey to learn guitar because playing guitar is a special skill that I want to learn. n my free time or when I'm bored, I could play guitar while learning new and more songs to play. As a result, I will eventually and gradually get more advanced the more I learn. Another reason I stayed on this journey is because I want to want to challenge myself to do something I thought I could never do. When I was little, I always thought that I would never be able to play an instrument because it was too difficult to learn. Therefore, this is why I wanted to learn guitar in the Get more content

I was with my family and the stop and not a lot of gasoline day but we found a small country that almost abandoned I did not find people and I felt as if someone was watching us and I thought that i was going to give but It was wrong me and my family are looking to see if there people to give us water and we could not find anybody but we realized that they are hiding they think that we are bad because I already had a lot of people who do not stop in the small country and I told them that we are not bad that we did not come to buy water and person come out and asked them if they sell waters and the person said they are grabbing here they got lost and I answered we did not run out of water the person said yes and we said thank you we were thirsty

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When I was younger, I would eat up books faster than I got them. I'd frequently been found reading books in the zaniest of places. I remember wanting to try writing, although I could never fully convey the words in my mind onto paper and once in a blue moon when I was able to; only I understood what I wrote. It had fascinated me, and honestly frustrated me, that people could write these whimsical and arcane books that I'd held onto like a mother to her child. When I'd entered middle school it had been an unusual experience at first. I remember having spent all my cherished time in the library. I'd explore the worlds' I hadn't yet experienced and read anything I could, as fast as possible with the undying will of a greedy lion. I'd breath in

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The Importance Of Narrative Writing

Narrative Writing is a story that is told and the order in which it is told. Some stories have narrators and some without. The narrator is normally a series of characters or one character who tell the story. Sometimes narrative writing can be classified as fiction writing which is a made up from start to finish. When there is narrative writing that is based on true stores, then the narrative writing is non fiction. Most narrative writing in the law enforcement sector is a "how to" format or a guideline on how a report should be written. It also explains the actual facts on how a crime occurred during the investigation. According to the text Biggs (2016), There are five rules of narrative writing. The first rule of narrative writing is, the report should always be written in first person. When the narrative explains first person, the narrative is stating that using "I or Me" in the reports identify the author of the person who is writing the investigative report. If "I or Me" is not being used to write the investigative reports, the investigation could be sought as made up or fake. The second rule of narrative writing is, the report should also be written in past tense along with first person view. According to the text, If you write in the past tense, you will develop consistency and, as a result, create a report that is professional and easy to read. With this type of consistency, the reports are easily believable to the reader and makes it easy to follow the Get more content

Very briefly summarize the narrative in 4–10 sentences. 2) Identify one particular detail (we will call this a "salient detail") that stood out to you from the text. Quote a portion of that detail here and explain why you think this detail stuck with you after reading the essay. 3) Explain what you think was the point or purpose of the essay. In other words, if you had to try to create a thesis for the essay, what would that be? This narrative talking about a boy with his girl friend who had completed an advanced self–defense course. then one day while they are strolled two men bounding out of a pedestrian underpass. they are loud and drunk .his girl friend said to them very firmly back off! go away! then they went to cash machine and wait

Narrative Essay In the summer of 2013 I moved in my dad's house for the summer to learn how to cook. Moving from Cherokee, AL to Florence, AL was a stressful move. My Mother and I agreed it was best I learn from someone that has being in the field for over 15 years. The game plan was to go work with my dad a Dale's Steakhouse with my dad all summer. I made sure I grab my notebook and plenty of pencils so I can ask him questions. The idea of moving to my dad's house was my decision but it was a good and something I know I will use in college. My dad's cooking background is legendary in my eyes. As a youth my dad learn from his dad the important of cooking. When he was talking to me about the in and out of being a chef, it was like...show more content...

It was the summer of 1989 my started his new job at Shoney's Family Restaurant. At start he didn't know what to expect from his old shift leader at a new work place it's to say he was nervous. But he knew this is a new learning experience at cooking. Day by day he learn, fix, and made mistake but he never got down from it. At the age 17 my dad question his decision about cooking. His manager talk to him after work talking about working in the cooking industry, at the time my dad told me that he became very frustrating of what he want to do till that night . About summer of 1991 my dad begin Culinary School at the University of North Alabama. Now my was he was a little bit afraid about going to a big college but he know what he was going for and know what he was going to accomplished his goal. Now at this time he done took an internship at Dale's Steakhouse. He was overjoy know he was going to be working at one of the top steakhouse in North Alabama. His first day was sort like my first day long and hectic but he overcome the odds and did his job to perfection. 2 weeks go by an he was offer a positon at Dale's so he quit college an took a full time positon cooking. From there he learn the ins and outs of the restaurant Business. At the end of the Summer I return back to Cherokee, AL to get ready for my senior of high school. Spending the summer with my dad not only taught how to cook but also made me realize I didn't want to be a

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"Astoria!" His cries echoed. The bounced off of the long brick corridors and along the panels of glass that encompassed the walls on his left. "Astoria!!" Fish swam on the other side of the glass emitting bubbles, as if mocking his pleas. The queen stood across the castle, both hands placed on the huge cold bricks. Her head hung low leaving about a centimeter of space between her and the wall. She listened to his calls, each one filled itself with more desperation and urgency than the last. Yet, Astoria didn't flinch. The castle was huge and, for the most part, built underwater. It was what most people may refer to as the most city of Atlantis. The only lighting was provided by randomly placed candles that, after years of use, had layered...show more content...

All at once she turned as if to run but was met with an awed lovestruck gaze. His blue eyes widened and softened with the sight of her face. All the pain of life seemed to melt off his face and was replaced with gentleness. Drop.... Drip.... Drop..... Drip.... Drip.... water splashed onto the stones in the dead silence. They both knew the answer. "Please...." He pleaded with her. She found herself in hysterics, "I just murdered a friend! And you still can't manage to blame me!" Her hands flew to her head while she spun in a circle, then they shot back down to her sides. Draco stood there motionless, hardly ashamed. "He's dead because of me! Can't you see that!?" She practically hissed, "And I liked it! I would do it again!" She saw advancement in his eyes. "Please don't come any closer..." She exclaimed with shame. Confusion filled his face before he took one slow step forward, he obviously didn't get the message. Panicked, Astoria spun around and ran out of the room and down the nearest hall. Draco's trance broke as he rushed after Astoria, catching her by the arm and spinning her around. "Would you stop bloody running from me!?" He snarled. She fought to get free, avoiding eye contact. His grip tightened while he reached to grab her other arm and hold her steady. "Draco let go!" She pounded on his chest the best she could. He refused her order, "No." She eventually gave in as her voice broke and her knees betrayed her, leaving Astoria a heap in his

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Narrative Essay

*What is a Narrative Essay? Narrative writing tells a story. In essays, the narrative writing could also be considered reflection or an exploration of the author's values told as a story. The author may remember his or her past, or a memorable person or event from that past, or even observe the present. The author may write about: –An experience or event from his or her past.–A recent or ongoing experience or event.–Something that happened to someone else, such as a parent or a grandparent.

*Basic qualities of a narrative essay: A narrative essay is a piece ofwriting that recreates an experience through time. Unlike other essays,...show more content...

*Revising your narrative essay:

After spending time away from the draft of your narrative essay, read through the essay and think about whether the writing effectively recreates the experience for your readers. Ask other people to read through the essay and offer their impressions. Identify where more details and descriptions are needed. Identify and consider removing any information that seems to distract from the focus and main narrative of the essay. Think about whether you've presented information in the most effective order.

*Prompts for your narrative essay:

1. A childhood event. Think of an experience when you learned something for the first time, or when you realized how important someone was for you. 2. Achieving a goal. Think about a particularly meaningful achievement in your life. This could be something as seemingly minor as achieving a good grade on a difficult assignment, or this could be something with more long–lasting effects, like getting the job you desired or getting into the best school to which you applied. 3. A failure. Think about a time when you did not perform as well as you had wanted. Focusing on an experience like this can result in rewarding reflections about the positive emerging from the negative. 4. A good or bad deed. Think about a time when you did or did not stand up for yourself or someone else in the face of adversity or challenge.

The Narrative Essay