Show Not Tell-Personal Narrative

Show Not Tell-Personal Narrative

I stood in the empty office on an early Friday morning without a shadow of a human being. Listening closely, I heard almost nothing but the thumping of my own heartbeats and the buzzing of a running machine. I began to appreciate the motionlessness in the place and enjoyed the tranquil view of the hidden office. I realized that I had mistakenly stepped into the wrong office. Standing behind the squeaky glass door, I remained still at the door like a streetlight, perceiving the fragrance of an early misty morning. My eyes traveled along the narrow pathway to the wide opened door to another office in front of me where I intended to go. I lingered at the white and newly painted wall on the right. The white reticulated square ceiling was tiled with thousands of tiny holes just like the home of a thousand ants. I saw white brightly lights that were newly installed. Beneath me, the carpet was banded and dotted with microscopic blue, purple, pink, green, and white-mixed colors. The carpet was not dirty or spotted with liquid stains. I looked a...