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As a mode of expository writing, the narrative approach, more than any other, offers writers a chance
to think and write about themselves. We all have experiences lodged in our memories, which are
worthy of sharing with readers. Yet sometimes they are so fused with other memories that a lot of the
time spent in writing narrative is in the prewriting stage.
When you write a narrative essay, you are telling a story. Narrative essays are told from a defined
point of view, often the author's, so there is feeling as well as specific and often sensory details
provided to get the reader involved in the elements and sequence of the story. The verbs are vivid and
precise. The narrative essay makes a point and that point is often defined in the opening sentence, but
can also be found as the last sentence in the opening paragraph.
Since a narrative relies on personal experiences, it often is in the form of a story. When the writer
uses this technique, he or she must be sure to include all the conventions of storytelling: plot,
character, setting, climax, and ending. It is usually filled with details that are carefully selected to
explain, support, or embellish the story. All of the details relate to the main point the writer is
attempting to make.
To summarize, the narrative essay
The purpose of a narrative report is to describe something. Many students write narrative reports
thinking that these are college essays or papers. While the information in these reports is basic to
other forms of writing, narrative reports lack the "higher order thinking" that essays require. Thus
narrative reports do not, as a rule, yield high grades for many college courses. A basic example of a
narrative report is a "book report" that outlines a book; it includes the characters, their actions,
possibly the plot, and, perhaps, some scenes. That is, it is a description of "what happens in the
book." But this leaves out an awful lot.
Conventions of Narrative Essays
In writing your narrative essay, keep the following conventions in mind.
Narratives are generally written in the first person, that is, using I. However, third person (he,
she, or it) can also be used.
Narratives rely on concrete, sensory details to convey their point. These details should create
a unified, forceful effect, a dominant impression. More information on the use of specific
details is available on another page.
Narratives, as stories, should include these story conventions: a plot, including setting and
characters; a climax; and an ending.
Sometimes I really do impress myself with my ability be amazed by life...It seems like some things have
never happened to me or I am an alien from some other distant planet. Human beings surprise me, make
me cry, make me laugh and make me happy. That Saturday morning, my alien being went out the house
in desperate search of deserted paths, beautiful trees, the smell of grass, the sounds of the sleepy city and
something that would make me smile. Autumn was already in the air and I was thinking about how cruel
was the world and how impossible was to be happy in it. It is not that I was broken hearted by I thought that
my patience has come to its end. I looked at the blue sky and set at a bench. I was sitting there and thinking
about how I want to be another person. Eventually, I realized that my main problem was that I felt that I
could not overcome all the love obstacles that life made me face. I recalled everything I have read in
books about love as well as everything that I have experienced myself. In the books everything seemed to
be much smoother and easier. My main thought was how people can possibly spend their whole life
together?. A small rain started and made me feel even more stupid: alone in the park, early in the morning,
without anyone to be here with me and ready to push away the relationship that was very dear believing that
I do not have strength to overcome the obstacles.
The autumn wind made me wake up from my dreams.. I took a deep breath and took a look around.
Suddenly I saw two people approaching me... As there was no one else in the park they caught my attention.
As they were getting closer I heard them laughing...First, this laugh made me feel irritated as if they have
broken my unity with this park and disturbed my thoughts. But all the sudden I noticed the age of these
people they were old. I could not clearly identify the age, but the woman looked as old as my grandmother.
She had grey hair, blue eyes with a smile in them, and a smile on her face. She seemed so peaceful, she was
in harmony with herself...Her sweater matched her eyes and made her look very fresh. And all the time she
was looking at HIM...
Jim, I think we should change the park. Its the same every Saturday. You know how much I love
being around people. Why dont you ever listen to me? Why do I have to say the same things every time?
Isnt it just easy to do what I ask you to?
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He looked at her, smiled, gave her a hug at this very moment I stopped seeing an old man, but a strong man
that knows his wife and how grouchy she can be and nevertheless he loves her! I thought about those many
things they have survived together, so many hardships that made them cry, about all the problems that they
are experiencing right now and the probability of that fact that one of them will outlive the other one. And
the one that will outlive will think of this life together was the most beautiful and happy period of life.
They left...and I was sitting at my bench shocked and feeling some new special feelings in my heart. This
feeling was hope! This old couple with all the grouching and tons of mistakes behind their backs made me
feel that at the end it is happiness that matter. Eventually, all people will get old and die, and what makes the
difference is the person you have dedicated your life to. And I made a wish to wake up one day, being old
and to be proud of being together with the person I love, to feel proud of having had enough forces to
overcome all the obstacles and fighting for the happiness. I looked at the sky again... the cloud seemed to
have the shape of infinity. I thought that it was a sign. A sign that only such dedication can make life
infinitely deep and pure. Finally, I knew what to do and I was so glad I went to that park early Saturday
morning. We can survive in this world even if we are aliens as long that we have one more alien to share the
life with.