Narrative Essay. Lecture 10. Recap. How to Write a Critical Essay? Steps for Writing an Critical Essay Some Critical Styles Key Points to Consider Dos and Don’ts Common Mistakes Example. Narrative Essay . The narrative essay tells a story. It can also be called a "short story."
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The narrative essay tells a story. It can also be called a "short story."
Examples:A narrative essay could tell of ...
* my brother's and my fishing trips;
* a boring trip to the grocery store;
* my near-death experience at the beach.
are always seen by examiners as good foundations for a well-organized discussion about a set text.
Step # 1: Decide on a plot. You should never start writing your narrative essay before you come up with the plot for it.
Step # 2:Do a sketch of events you plan to depict in chronological order.
Step # 3: When starting on your introduction, begin by setting the scenefor the situation you will narrate about.
Here, it is best to go into details and make the imagery as vivid and colorful as possible, so that the readers will be able to clearly picture the setting in their mind.
Step # 4: As you go into the main body paragraphs, narrate the story.
Try to develop the plot gradually, starting from smaller events or incidents that lead to the main scene.
Step # 5: Write the main body paragraphs in accordance with the structure you chose when making an outline –
Step # 6: Narrate the main scene of your story. Use as many details and emotional descriptions as you can to portray the story in full. Draw the reader into the events by evoking feelings and describing reactions of the characters of your story.
Step # 7: End your story. Here you can appeal to the senses, moods and feelings of your characters, describing the consequences of the narrated events.
Step # 8: Lay your work aside for some time and then do a thorough proofreading.
Below are several examples of good topics for narrative essay. However, keep in mind that the ideas to choose a good topic from are limitless:
Start your essay by deciding upon the genre of your writing. Only after you make up your mind about how realistic your story should be (depending on whether you want, for instance, to write a fantastic science fiction essay, or a realistic life chronicle), you can move on to develop the actual plot.
“Who was involved in the situation?”
“What were the consequences of this event?”
“What were the reactions of people involved?”
to help link the events.
Using slang words is an acceptable stylistic technique when you integrate it into the words of your characters (in case it goes in line with the picture you want to create), but it is never a good idea for the indirect speech.
The Biggest Nightmare?
It was a hot summer’s day. Everything around me was slowly starting to melt: the trees, the houses, the sky and the pathway to my garage. It seemed that I was about to melt down myself, so there would only be a small puddle of glue-like substance left on the ground. I was walking very slowly. My head felt huge and heavy, and every muscle in my body was sore. My arms and legs were barely responding to the signals that my brain was sending to them. It felt like a slow-motion horror movie, only it was happening live. I finally reached the front door and touched the handle. The path that took only a second for my eyes to see, took about twenty minutes for my body to accomplish. But, I was finally at my goal.
I slowly turned the handle of the door, only to realize it had barely moved. I took all the strength that I had left in my body and pressed the handle again. No success. I turned around, leaned against the door, and slowly slid down to the ground. I felt faint. My head was spinning. I was so thirsty that I could barely think about anything else. I had to get inside; had to pull myself together and open the door. Otherwise, I would faint here, near the front entrance to my own house, which was not the scenario I’d prefer. I pulled myself from the ground and faced the door again. I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breath, opened them, and pushed the door knob as hard as I could, at the time. It gave way reluctantly. If it wasn’t for the helpless shadow of a man that I was at that moment, I would definitely have screamed in happiness for finally winning, over this stubborn door knob. But, all I could settle for right then was a weak smile, and a deep sigh of relief.
I was having a panic attack. With the anger and strength that came out of nowhere, I ran from one room to another, looking for anyone. Mom, Josh, dad, Charlie – no one was to be seen. The dogs were gone too. What is wrong with the place? Again, for the third or fourth time, I caught myself thinking this was just a bad dream. But, my body still felt very much sore, and I could vividly feel the pain. Having no clue of what else, except the pain, could help me distinguish between dreaming and reality, I had to accept the fact that I was living this nightmare for real. Suddenly, I heard a sound coming from downstairs. It was a very slight, faint sound that repeated in a second, only louder. I ran downstairs, feeling a little scared, and, at the same time, hoping that it was someone, or something, that could explain to me what was going on.
The living room was empty. The sound was coming from outside the back porch, and it was increasing in loudness with every new cycle. It reminded me of when dad and I went rowing, and every time dad turned over the oars, they made the same whistling sound, cleaving the air. I ran outside the back door, and was almost brought down to the ground by the strength of the wind. It was a helicopter, right above me, coming onto me. I lay on the ground, screaming, but I couldn’t hear my own voice through the noise of the implacable vanes getting closer, and freezing me to the ground…
… “Jason, honey, wake up! It’s just a dream, babe. You look so pale. Are you okay?” My mom was standing next to my bed, trying to calm me down, as I was still screaming and flapping my arms. The air was on, and the fan above my bed was making that particular whistling sound with each turn.