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Showing posts with label narrative. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 April 2016

The Journey

“No! Get away from me!” The young girl screamed in terror. It was her only chance to escape from the two mysterious men who had kidnapped her, before she was stuck with them forever or even worse, before she was dead. She sprinted and sprinted until they could no longer be seen in sight.


“Where am I?” She questioned herself. Trapped in the middle of no-where, the sky grey as a old man’s hair, the grass dry as a dessert that had not had rain for decades. What was her next step and could she ever escape from the tragedy she was in; were the questions she was dying to know the answers to.


It would have never happened if she hadn’t gone out with her friends in the middle of the night. It wasn’t her fault though, her 3 close friends had persuaded her. Although, she did suspect something was going to happen from the outset…
She also knew that she would be full of regrets.
“Why was I that ludicrous to walk through the Alley Way just because of a dare?”
She questioned herself…


“Just do it, it won’t cause you any harm, will it?”
Her best friend exclaimed as she convinced her.
“I might let my best mates down, they’ll be hugely disappointed.”
She thought to herself quietly. Sarah could clearly see two men in black hoodies walking her direction though.
“It doesn’t matter, my friends are here, they’ll protect me if anything happens”.
But… She was wrong, more than wrong. As soon as the two men had Sarah in their hands, all her friends bolted away, as fast as Usain Bolt.


“THUMP!”
She was shoved into the trunk of a car, with her hands and mouth tightened with strong duct tape. She knew a long journey full of mystery was ahead of her.  


As the night fell, the clouds got darker and darker until she no longer could see anything clearly. Her heart felt as heavy as a rock. She could burst into tears in any minute. But, she made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t give up until she reached home. There was no solution at the moment, so she would have to wait until dawn,  until the sun rose, until she could reach out for help from someone passing by.
“What if… no-one passes by though?”
She exaggerated.


It was finally dawn. The smile on her face showed how delighted she was when she saw the bright yellow sun slowly rising up into the baby blue sky. She dashed like lightening towards the edge of the road, where it was as silent as a library yet as empty as her wallet.


Hours and hours passed, but there was still no sign of anyone. She had lost her faith into getting home. She was no longer the energetic girl she was yesterday or even an hour ago.
Questions and worries kept popping into her mind:
“It can’t be helped! I have to keep on staying here until eventually someone passes by.”
It could be minutes until someone arrives, or hours, maybe even days.
“But, I wouldn’t be able to survive a week here though, as I have no water or food.”
She depressingly murmured to herself.
“I wonder how my parents are doing right now, how worried my siblings might be right now?”
She started praying to God to help her get home by the end of the day, to help her find someone, to help her stay safe…


“My prayers are not answered!” She wept.
Exhausted on the dry grass, hopeless. Physically and emotionally drained too.
“Another night for me to spend here, I guess.” She yawned.
She slowly wiped away her salty tears that were unhurriedly making their way down her rosy cheeks.
After a few minutes, the sky was pitch black. There were trees in a distance that were rustling, which made her even more petrified. Suddenly, she remembered how the night before she had promised herself to not give up until she reached home. As soon as this popped into her head, she stood up, as if all her energy was back.
“I can’t give up now, after how long I’ve been waiting.” She said in a high spirited tone.


Unfortunately no cars passed by…


“What is that?”
Sarah stood silent. She could see a object in the air gradually making its way towards her. It got closer and closer.
“A helicopter!” Screeched Sarah.
She shouted for help to the helicopter as loud as she could. At the same time waving her arms in a super fast pace, showing how desperate she was to get home.
As the helicopter got nearer and nearer, Sarah’s heart pumped faster and faster.


The helicopter finally landed… Right next to her!
Sarah’s feelings could not be explained. She felt as if a whole heap of pressure had finally vanished from her. The worry that was on her stressed out face, minutes ago had disappeared as well.
“We are in charge of checking in for lost people in unknown places.” Explained one of the two men.
Oh, how overwhelmed and pleased Sarah was to hear this. She quickly rushed into the helicopter as the only thing she wanted to do in her life at that moment, was to get home. (Approximately 3 hours to get home.)


Sarah was on her way to, ‘home sweet home’.
Relieved, contented, radiant but exhausted, dead-tired and worn out simultaneously.  

Another long journey of travelling all the way back home was ahead of her.

This term we have been learning to write narratives. We used the picture prompt below to help us imagine how this situation came about. We tried to hook our audience in by thinking about the pace of events and the pictures we painted with words. I have used sentence structure to help develop pace and a sense of urgency. Next time, I need to try and keep the pace consistent throughout my whole narrative.


Thursday, 4 September 2014

Recount With A Twist

“Hooray!” I screamed in excitement. My friends and I had agreed to go shopping in the weekend. It was not just any kind of shopping. We we’re going to our favourite places.

The huge day had come. We all decided to meet at the first ever shop we knew. It may sound like a normal shopping day but it wasn’t, it was like shopping around the whole entire world!

Once we all met up, we just couldn’t stop chatting. I thought we were going to spend the whole day screaming and shouting at each other, talking about all the crazy things that had happened during the week.

An hour had already passed. I showed my friends the time, we had taken so long and were wasting valuable shopping time. They couldn’t believe the time that we had spent standing and shouting at eachother. I had to force them to stop talking and get on with our shopping. It may have taken long and I may have lost my voice but it was worth it, we were finally moving.

My friends and I had finally arrived at our destination. We were sprinting to our favourite shop until..
A fat rich man stepped in front of me. I could tell he was rich by the type of clothes he was wearing.

‘Umm excuse me?” I said softly at the huge man.
“Congratulations!” the man said.
`I had no idea what was going on. My friends had run off to the shops not caring about anything.
“Why are you congratulating me?” I asked the rich man.
“Because you get to buy anything you want and I’ll paying for everything!”. The man said proudly.
I didn’t even care about who he was or how I could buy anything I wanted, all I cared about was SHOPPING! I sprinted as fast as I could to find my friends and told them everything. We then rushed to the rich man and bought nearly anything we saw.
“How much money do you even have?” I questioned him.
“Don’t you know, I’m made out of money!” The rich man screamed at my face.

Half of our time had gone. We may have got everything we ever wanted but something just didn’t feel right.
“Do you know what the problem is?” I asked the man and my friends. I knew my friends were just feeling the same as me as I knew this by the look on their tired faces. We all sat for a while and tried to think about what was wrong.
“Oh! I know what’s wrong!” My friend shouted at us. As soon as my friend said that, we all sat up.
“Now that we have all we want, it just doesn't feel right buying everything with someone elses money.” We couldn’t agree more with each other. There was only one thing we could do to fix the problem. We gave everything we brought back to the rich man. Tears flowed down our faces and the man was also sad, he told us that we could keep one thing each. I kept just one of my favourite dresses. It felt like that was all I ever needed!.
That was the best day ever!