Date: 2017-03-20 05:36
Vroom, vroom, gurgle, gurgle went the boat’s engine as the rope extended, bringing Kayla and me out into the desolate, deserted Lake Sonoma. “Emma, you’re shaking,” Kayla said in an amused tone. It was then that I realized that I wasn’t shaking from the cold, but from the mere idea of Daniel, Kayla’s dad, driving our boat.
The challenge is to write an essay that is not only interesting (vivid, precise, well-constructed) but also intellectually and emotionally inviting.
I looked back up the trail. A Nigerian man in penny loafers was making his way gingerly around the puddles and heading our way. He was but a belly was already spreading under his white Izod shirt he wore tight beige highwater trousers. It was clear that he was living a life of relative plenty. He introduced himself as Pastor Paul, from a church in Benue State.
At eleven o’clock, Faith and I crave rice crispy treats, and Faith craves “Fruit Ninja,” but I tell her no more ninja. I come upon an app, which records you while making the sounds of that dog treat commercial, when the dog smells bacon and goes crazy. Naturally, we have to try it.
My mom said she had not seen anything, perhaps because it happened so quickly. Nevertheless, it had felt like a whole half hour to me! When it was time to leave, I was glad. We spent only one night at the hotel, and left for home the next day.
A narrative is an account of a sequence of events usually presented in chronological order. A narrative may be real or imagined, nonfictional or fictional. Another word for narrative is story. The structure of a narrative is called the plot .
James Jasinski has observed that 89 narratives are a way through which people make sense of their lives, a vehicle for ordering and organizing experiences, and a mechanism for both comprehending and constituting the social world. Narratives, in short, fulfill a range of basic human needs 89 ( Sourcebook on Rhetoric , 7556).
In classical rhetoric , narrative is one of the exercises known as the progymnasmata.
I rushed to my mom, sister, and brother. “I just checked on Emma and sh-sh-she’s not there!” I stammered. We all hurried to the bathroom and peered into the vacant cage. I was definitely right she was nowhere to be seen. Right away we took action.
When I stand up it looks like I accidentally urinated in my pants. All I am thinking in my mind is these two things: This means payback and this is going to be the best night ever.
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