narrative story essay

It should have been me. I should have been the one with the open wounds and a lifeless body. How was I supposed to know this was going to happen. I didn't mean her any harm. She was my best friend. Meeting Sam in college was one of the best things to ever happen to me. It was our fourth year of going to the amazon rainforest. A weird and silly tradition we had started. I enjoyed jumping of the highest cliff into the water. She watched me do this many times but she never attempted it herself. After

that can tell you a good story or two. Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t stop to have a seat on this file cabinet and share a story or two with me. I enjoy every minute of it. I love hearing other people’s stories and how they connect us, but most importantly as Robert Coles states in his book, The Call of Stories: Teaching and the Moral Imagination, (1989) that we learn lasting moral lessons through stories. Storytelling, in the form of both personal narratives and the established literary

My vision slowed I felt dizzy and hot. “Let's go get some breakfast.” my friend Lily said. “Watch out for slender man.” I warned. We sprinted across the living room almost as fast as a cheetah. Apparently I ran too fast, because I slipped on a blanket doing a somersault first in the air, then finishing my beautiful fall with the classic baseball slide right into the vacuum cleaner. Usually i'm not the one who is clumsy. I could think of 10 different times Lily has been clumsy. She even has a shirt

My heart was pounding in my chest feeling like it would burst out any minute, “why is this happening I sobbed. I couldn’t even think my head was racing so fast, “how is this possible how….how….HOW!” I shrieked, But that was my biggest mistake. “Hey Savanna come on we should go,” I yelled to her moving my dark black hair away from my slender face. “James I’m coming down now” Savanna hollers back at me. She bounded down the. steps her red hair waving around her round face, sparkling in the kitchen

I was working in the fields with my mother, we were wearing our ripped and moldy clothes. Our lord called us over. He was in his big robe that he often wears, with a cup of ale in his hand. “Do you know why I keep calling you over, day after day?” he asked, “No.” my mom said confused. “No? Well I guess I need to remind you.” my mom looked frightened. “Your son has been doing more work than you do yourself!” he screamed fiercely. my mom stammered, “ I'm sorry but i-” “Two days,” he roared

“What a day!”, Jennifer thought to herself with a half smile as she studied the reflection looking back at her in the bathroom mirror. Standing there in her tiny apartment, she wondered how she managed to get so fortunate. Every day seemed a gift but did not take them lightly or for granted. Everywhere she went these days, people nodded appreciative greetings or went all out with full compliments. Sure she always tried to look her best, but even as she studied her own countenance, she did not deceive

“Baby, please don’t go without me,” Delia said, as I got ready for my day out on the streets of Cebu City, which was my first solo outing. “I’ll be okay, Princess, I know where I am going. We’ve caught enough Jeepneys (Tuk Tuks in other Asian countries. Like a tiny bus.) and taxis in the two weeks that I’ve been here to teach me how to handle the transport side. The language could be an issue, but some people here can speak English. Please don’t worry. What could possibly go wrong?” I replied.

I will never forget this scene people crying tears of joy or happiness you just couldn't tell, yelling like they were about to die it was funny and horrific at the same time. and all of the above you would think this was because of fear but really. About three years ago it was mid-October around this time and as usual, we were at my aunt's house in Independence Iowa. It`s a house made out of wood my aunt and uncle built it with some of their friends when they first moved there I know that's not really

Summer had already kicked off and it was a blazing hot July morning. I was with some of my family on an amazing beach vacation to celebrate my graduation. Everything had been going smooth, but you never know with my family.My mom called and demanded to talk to my aunt. She seemed distraught, but I didn’t dare ask why. I pushed it to the back of my mind. I was going to make the best out of my day no matter what it is. I waited patiently to leave for the beach, before I knew it my whole family, excluding

In hindsight, I realize I was not ready for a job, maybe I was just too immature. That Thursday night, in what felt like an empty cold room, I lay there crying, wishing for everything to be over. It all started the day I turned 15, I was just a young man, who for some reason decided that it was time to get a real job. I woke up that hot summer day and decided that it was time I go out and apply for some jobs. I chose to apply at my favorite restaurant, not knowing that it would be one of the worst