AKS 22: Short Formative Narrative
Directions: Write a new, 1st person story about a memory from your past that you remember vividly. Tell the story in a 1st person point of view and reveal an interesting insight into who you are.
Checklist
Use 1st person point of view to give insight into the narrator’s identity
Establish a detailed setting
Introduce a character with realistic details
Include correctly formatted & punctuated dialogue using dialogue tags & action beats
Requirements:
Write at least 300 words (click here if you don’t know how to check word count)
Your narrative must contain multiple paragraphs.
You must start a new paragraph any time there is an advancement in time, or if a character starts speaking.
Do this if you need help getting started:
1st Paragraph:
Begin your narrative with one of the one-sentence stories from the First Last Best Worst Activity.
2nd Paragraph:
Establish the setting using sensory details
3rd Paragraph:
Introduce a character (who is not your narrator)
Click here for a link to the Narrative Writing Strategies Presentation.
Coach Moore’s Examples:
You do not have to annotate these.
The Juking of Andrew Jackson
Brian Fart Story
With Arms Wide Open
finish this narritive :The first time I had been generally scared for my life was when I got into a car crash when I was 15 with my gram.
backstory on the car she had actually bought it for me as a present for my 15th birthday
It was a 2011 red Toyota Yaris. It had the shiniest new rims and tires and drove like butter, it had been my dream car since I was a kid and now that I finally had it I felt fulfilled, completed.
This was my 3rd time behind the wheel. I was taking my grandma to the store to get some food for dinner, the radio was playing and the windows were down. It was just supposed to be a regular day which turned into the scariest day of my life.
While making a right turn into our local Kroger parking lot someone from the left flew out of the McDonalds across the street and slammed into my car door hitting my side and sending the car spinning hitting 2 parked cars on the road.
It felt like it happened all in 5 seconds, one second I was driving, the next I was kicking out the window trying to escape the damage and get my grandma.
I remember the panic that flooded my body as glass shattered and metal crunched. I couldn't believe what was happening. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, fueling my desperation to free us from the twisted wreckage.
The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline permeated the air, mixing with the metallic tang of fear. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears. The world seemed to slow down, as if time was both stretching out and collapsing in on itself.
As I climbed out of the broken window, my eyes darted around, searching for any sign of my grandma. Panic gripped me as I saw her slumped over in her seat, blood trickling down from a wound on her forehead. I rushed to her side, my hands trembling as I gently shook her.
"Gram, are you okay? Can you hear me?" I called out, my voice laced with fear.
She groaned in response, her eyes fluttering open. Relief flooded over me as I realized she was alive. I helped her out of the car, guiding her to a nearby bench. She winced as she moved, but assured me she was alright.
Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. People had gathered around, their concerned faces a blur as I focused on helping my grandma. It was in that moment that I realized how much I cared for her, how much she meant to me.
In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, I had stayed calm for her sake. It was a realization of strength, that I had the ability to be there for my loved ones in times of crisis. It was a defining moment that shaped my identity, as I realized I could step up and handle difficult situations.
The sound of a paramedic's voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to see them approaching with a stretcher. They assured us that help was on the way, and that we would both be okay.
As we were taken to the hospital and treated for our injuries, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of gratitude. Life is fragile, but it is also resilient. We had survived, and in doing so, I had discovered a strength within myself that I never knew existed.
From that day forward, I vowed to cherish every moment, to never take the people I love for granted. The car crash had been a wake-up call, a reminder that life can change in an instant. And through it all, I had emerged stronger, with a greater understanding of who I truly am.