narrative story essay

The sound of clomping hooves on stone and huffing of horses woke them from their slumber. Sacrosa Luatirn and Richard, hands and feet bound, with aching backs, were dressed in shaggy grey clothes which barely fit. They couldn't even remember how they got into the situation they were in at the moment; riding in an open horse drawn carriage driven by Imperials. Richard was the first to move, a doleful fog covered the land, the sky was a dark grey as it drizzled. He could barely see a thing other than

like movie sets, and there's a big stage at the end of the main road. "What should we do first?" Taylor asks. I look down at my map and see that a Toy Story shooting game is nearby. "Let's play Toy Story Mania," I suggest. "Oh! Yeah that's so much fun!" Sylvie exclaims. We walk towards the ride/game and pass Green Army Men from the Toy Story movies. We go through the line and grab 3-D glasses for the ride. "Dylan, ride with me," Mia demands while pulling at his arm. I look over at Sylvie pleading

Narrative Story It all began with a simple Phone call one night after dinner. “Matt,” my Father Hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Joy, and she sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Joy. Thirty minutes later, however, Joy’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Joy was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing

As soon as me and dad got back from saint Anthony's, we had a feeling in our stomach that some thing bad happened and that it had to do with Erik. "Mr. Fisher it seem that your boy has chosen to fight the evidence and say that he did not kill Luis." As soon as that happened, dad linked eyes with Erik and the cop with Erick left. Dad yelled, "what the hell do you think your doing" Erik shrugged "does any body else now about this. Erik looked at dad with a face I've never seen before, Dad turned the

to write a narrative as there are many genres that I have not yet explored such as crime and romance. The story 'vacancy', consists of a romantic couple and their experience with crime, however both characters are withholding large secrets from one another. I was influenced by the TV series Pretty Little Liars and American Horror Story as they both contain murder and supernatural themes. The purpose of this narrative was to develop my writing skills by creating my first crime story while avoiding

will be titled, “Stories: Their Influence and Power.” This class will focus on how stories have the abilities to change people’s lives, and will especially focus on the context of stories in the lives of Native Americans. This class is extremely important because it will give students insight into not only Native stories, but into their own stories and how their lives have been impacted by them. This class will focus around excerpts from the book by Thomas King, The Truth About Stories, and circulate

Compare and contrast the narrators in Gulliver’s Travels and Frankenstein, the narrative methods, and the effects of these different ways of telling a story in Gulliver’s Travels and Frankenstein. Ravee Chen S2 English H Dr.Freisen 8 April 2010 Word count: 1491 Why do authors use different types of narrators? Jonathan Swift and Mary Shelly have both chosen a first-person narrator in their novels Gulliver’s Travels and Frankenstein. In Gulliver’s Travels the

Shabana Rahaman # of Words: 1016 Derek Brown # of Pages: 3 October 19th 2011 For the Love of Money It was just another long and boring day at work. There I was, shuffling three packs of fifty-two card decks. I did that for about ten minutes, and still no casino players showed up to my Black Jack table. I didn’t expect anything else; morning shifts were usually pretty dead. Eventually, people

Narrative Story “Get up you lazy kid before I make you sleep till next week” yelled my mom at me from the living room. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes which were as red as lobsters from staying up so late. It was the middle of summer and going to sleep at two in the morning while waking up at twelve in the afternoon was regular for me. I screamed back “let me sleep you old hag” in my head because in reality I just said “Yes ma'am.” I got up and looked into the tall mirror that I never got

noticed the time. He basically sprinted for the elevator in his five story house with his gear and rode it down three floors to the main floor. He jumped out of the elevator and sprinted to his car still sore from being at the ice rink the last four nights practicing and training. He wasn't happy that he couldn’t get anything to eat, but new there would be snacks on his plane. They sped out of the long driveway of the five story house in East Grand Rapids. They raced down the streets taking any