narrative story essay

“Why did I do it? I could have avoided this whole situation!” Sushi cried. As she strugglingly swam away from the shark, however, I am getting ahead of myself, aren’t I. Let’s start from the beginning, shall we? It all started one sunny saturday morning, in the coral reef of the Caribbean Sea. Sushi, a gorgeous orange and white striped clownfish, wanted to hang out with her friends, Bubbles and Shadow. “Mom! Dad! Can Bubbles and Shadow come sleep over tonight?” Sushi yelled from her room. “Sure

"Why is the knickers on your ankles, and the bra on your wrist? It should be the other way ." Edward cocked his head as if trying to understand the unusual method of entrapment. "Really that is your question, can you remove them ?" The trapped student was busy trying not to squirm. "Were they Worn ?" A disgusted look crossed Edward's face quickly. "No, I don't think so ". The trapped student had a look that mimicked Edwards flashed across his face ."At least I hope not." He now wore an expression

The Maker’s Story: The New Retail Narrative By Jay Highland As retail experience makers, we pay close attention to patterns and trends that influence how consumers interact with brands. Design cues and aesthetic considerations aside, we notice product and merchandise stories that are compelling, surprising, and most importantly, authentic. Consumers today are looking for more contextually rich retail experiences that allow them to learn about where products come from and how they’re made. The new

I squinted my eyes as the ray of the sun blinded me. I took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh air. Tears of joy and laughter filled the atmosphere. I looked back as a familiar voice rung in my ears. "Hey, you excited your up going up next." It was Lacey Zamarai. Her divine black hair seemed lighter in the sun. Her eyes were tainted darker than usual revealing how on edge she felt. "Excited is one way to put it, im fucking terrified." I responded. "Heh, don't be just go up on stage with your head

Hazel called out to her friends, “Let’s go guys. We have to get to the campsite before dark to set up.” “What's the hurry?” Asked Leo,“Are you scared?” “No!” said Hazel defensively. “I’m just playing with you, said Leo, lighten up.” Leo looked at Hazel admiring her beauty. Too bad she'll never be mine, he thought. Then Willow and Ryan walked out of the house with the rest of the supplies and got into the car. Within a few short hours they had reached Lakewood campsite. “We made it guys.” Said

All I want “Not it” we all get to our right knee and put our finger on our nose trying not to be last. I didn’t want to be it but I didn’t want to get dirt all over my knee, It was worth it though. We all immediately point to Tessa because she was obviously last (like always). She is also the fastest one and we can never outrun her. “Nooooo” Tessa says trying to act like she is surprised. The game started quickly and I could see Tessa going after me. As I feel Tessa’s hand shove into my back I

“Are you trying to escape again, Kate?” Mr. Jacks asked the person who was attempting to walk stealthily across the aisle. She was a very tall girl for her age, in some situations being an advantage for her, while in others like this one, not entirely. ‘Being tall is so much of a disadvantage in this situation.’, she muttered while turning to face her eagle-eyed professor, Mr. Jack. “I’m not being held another day as a prisoner here, Mr. Jack”, she answered rather loudly, causing Mr. Jack’s bulldog

I slowly opened the door of our cottage, being careful not to awake Mama. I looked across the stone road and saw the door of Ciara’s cottage slowly open. We meet eyes and join in the middle of our stone path as we start heading towards the village. Everything is quiet this early in the morning, and we don’t wish to disturb that silence, so we are quiet. She looks into my eyes again and starts moving a little quicker, into almost a gallop and turns to face me. “We’ll never make it going this slowly

This is my story and it all starts off with young little me growing up pursuing different kinds of dreams. I wanted become a pilot to travel the world, become an inventor, wanted to be a spy, become a famous celebrity that everyone knows of, etc. Ever since I was young, I’d always like to be the competitive type to be finishing first. There were good outcomes and there was bad outcomes. It would help me try to learn everything as quick as possible to do the work and finish quickly. It doesn’t as

As I lay awake in the large house that my grandparents left me. I thought about every memory I had ever had there that I could remember. And when I tell you this I had a lot of them, some memories were still fresh in my mind. I could tell you every single detail of what happened. Whether it was a good or bad day for me. Like the day that I was shaken awake my grandmother. The day that my parents had died. “ALEXANDRA ROSE! Get out of bed now.” My grandmother yelled while shaking me like a rag doll