Purpose and Audience Personal narratives allow you to share your life with others and vicariously experience the things that happen around you. Your job as a writer is to put the reader in the midst of the action letting him or her live through an experience. Although a great deal of writing has a thesis, stories are different. A good story creates a dramatic effect, makes us laugh, gives us pleasurable fright, and/or gets us on the edge of our seats. A story has done its job if we can say, "Yes
A couple of weeks ago, the class was assigned a personal narrative essay and the prompt was to tell an interesting story of a specific experience that changed how you acted, thought, or felt. To be honest, I was awfully excited to write this essay because talking about myself is the easiest thing to write about sometimes. However, deciding what experience to talk about was challenging because I have already experienced so much in my seventeen years of being alive from dislocating my hip when I was
Personal Narrative - Travel Writing I took a final look around my room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Feeling depressed, yet eager to go home, I walked out of the room lugging my suitcase behind me, as I carefully closed the door. I entered the elevator sorrowfully. I pressed the button to go to the lobby where I would be able to check out and hand back the key. The door opened and I stepped outside, still dragging my immensely heavy suitcase!
Traveling south across the forests below, and hopefully for the last time, cause me to instantly relive my first trip north across the rain forests of Kalimantan. I can still remember the thrill the first time I soared across this island called Borneo. The forests and mountains were breathtaking and within a few hours I would enter a world that is as miraculous and as it is mysterious. The unimaginable species of flora and fauna, the wonders and dangers of the jungle, and the secrets of a primitive
My first real writing experience happened my junior year at HHS. It was the second to last day of school of my sophomore year, and I happened to be flipping through the course descriptions book, and was thinking of an English class to take next year. Well, I sat there and sat there thumbing through the pages, and finally, one particular class appealed to me. I thought, "WOW, this is a class I should take!" "Yeah right," but I still decided to register for American Lit.anyway. Well, the school
spaces allow for different outcomes. Outside environments produce happy work. Home usually is reserved for serious works that require pure focus. Coffee shops make for amusing writings; I wonder why being in a room of people makes me want to crack jokes? I choose to write wherever the mood is most appropriate for my writings. To begin brainstorming I usually start with words and phrases. I’ll ask questions to search for forgotten answers. I tend to write sentences, both long and short with incorrect
puberty-stricken peers. While it was only a short time before that opportunity presented itself, the resulting effects would be felt nearly 20 years later. Not long after 7th grade began, my English teacher informed our class that there was a nationwide writing contest underway. The theme of the contest was education, and students were encouraged to submit a short story, essay, or poem that reflected our view regarding this subject. The contest would first be judged on the school level, then district,
My Writing Environment- Personal Narrative My room is my own little world to dream and write what I feel and what I know about the world. The way it's set up, it's like to let anybody get inspired in their writing here in my room. Most of my things in my room are here to help me with my writing, and have all the tools needed to write a good paper. I also use my room to hang out and have fun when my friends come over. My writing environment is set up to help me get inspired.
relationship with writing. I am a most ambivalent lover. Stopping to glance at my watch, my fingers still poised above the keyboard, I have smiled, amazed to find that I have been in a state of bliss in which hours have passed without my noticing. I have also flushed and sweated as I stared at my computer screen, reading my own text over and over again, vainly trying to anticipate the criticism I correctly supposed would come. I love, adore, am devoted to, am crazy about writing. The limitations
Reading, Writing, and Walking with God- Personal Narrative I love God. With my entire heart I burn for him. As a freshman in high school He called me, not with words or anything audible, but by his mere presence; a holy desire within my spirit that wants to love his people, and bring them into a romantic love-relationship with Him. The calling was as a whisper at first, just a small urge, almost a whim, but now it has grown into a war cry that rages in my soul. I'm not sure exactly how