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Mode of Writing Introduction. Narrative. What is narration?. In short: it’s a form of story . There is a defined: beginning , middle, and end. When it’s over, a lesson has been gained. Facets to Remember. ALL of the following are important considerations:
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Mode of Writing Introduction Narrative
What is narration? • In short: it’s a form of story. • There is a defined: beginning, middle, and end. • When it’s over, a lesson has been gained.
Facets to Remember • ALL of the following are important considerations: • What you are saying (your main idea) • How you say it (your authority on the story) • Why you structure it the way you do (the organization)
“Write what you know.” • What if you don’t know? • Research. (For formal papers, this is a requirement). • Pretend. (For timed situations or informal essays, this is often the only option you have).
Invention Meets Imagination • The reason why writing is so hard for some people is because they have forgotten how to use their imagination. High Risk = High Reward. Today is the day you remember to use your imagination.
The Power of an Image • A picture is worth 1,000 words. • History can’t talk for us, but we can breathe history into the present by becoming history.
Your Narrative Assignment • You will compose a mini-metafiction narrative about one of the photos I am going to show you. • You will become someone involved with the photograph in some capacity (no reporter and no student in the future).
General Requirements • You will need to use 3 vocabulary words • You will need to have dialogue exchanged between 2 characters • You will need 1 narrative complete with sensory details
Requirements • This will be, roughly, one page typed. • You will not be printing this out. You will be doing all aspects of this assignment on turnitin.com! • Editing/revision • Final draft
Major Dates • September 22 by 11:59PM: You will post your typed draft of your narrative to turnitin.com. • September 25 by the conclusion of class: You will post your revised and final draft of your narrative to turnitin.com. We will be in the lab on September 23 and 25!
A good warrior, strong man. Flames dance about the empty fields and wooden homes, the trigger beneath the cadet’s finger. The skies once blue, inviting and youthful – now smothered away of a child’s home, a mother or father; it didn’t matter. Order were orders. His orders were to obliterate all, leave no evidence – no trace of life. The tank keeps rolling, yard after yard with warm smoldering heat. A tear jerking sight… indeed.
Charlie is here somewhere. The rice is still hot and the tea is still fresh. Yes, there were just here not too long ago. I can smell them. The smell of murderers, torturers, and cowards. I know that smell anywhere. I smelled them from a mile away. Charlie is a coward though. Runs and hides in their damn panics and dog moles. I’ll flush them out. Like scraping gum from my boot. I’ll get rid of them. One bullet. One ambush. One kill at a time.
As I was watching the Nazi’s throw books into the fire, my heart broke into pieces. All that went through my mind was how much history was lost, how much passion, expression, creativity… gone. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched this. Yesterday, almost 43,000 books burned, how much more today? What is “German enough” anyway? Books are knowledge, they help our society develop, we can’t go burning the ones the Nazi’s don’t approve of. And the Bible? It’s horrible. I can’t watch this place any longer.
The smoke erupted from the group as if God had coughed in agonizing pain. The flash of light that emerged from the explosion still left its imprint on my mind. Those couple minutes during the malignant effect of the flashing ceased the last image I saw. Simply for one mistake. One grudge turned into an attack. What’s happen……
I thought I was a genius. For years and years, I worked to reach my goal. I studied until my eyes pruned all the different principles of science. This chemical with this chemical, the neutron with this electron. This connection with this explosion. I created a monster.
The flames billowed from the sky as a suicidal pilot flew into the U.S.S. Minnesota. You couldn’t look anywhere in Pearl Harbor without seeing a dead body. Our ship, the U.S.S. Arizona was being targeted. I could feel it. The machine gunners were shooting the Japs down while trying to survive simultaneously. “A day that will live in infamy…” as Roosevelt said. Many Americans died on this day. My brothers, sisters, gone.
This is the tragedy of the nation, of the century. Nothing could have been more traumatic. What went on in that building? How many people were lost? How could this have even happened? I feel sick to think about how many of my partners were lost and God only knows what could happen to me. Life has never seemed, or been, more precious to me than it is now. There is a long road of recovery from here…”
Umm… I am happy we won the war too. But who is this guy kissing me? Does he know I’m the wrong girl? When is he going to realize that I have never seen him before in my life? … This is really awkward because he is really going at it with this kiss. Is he eating my face off? … Maybe he has amnesia and thinks I’m his girlfriend! … Maybe he’s rich!... Hmm, I could just pretend I know him, live with him… and marry him? Yeah. “Hi, Mom and Dad… Oh, I never told you abut Jim?”….
My husband has been fighting in the war for 7 years. I have gone 7 years without seeing him. Everyday I pray I won’t hear a knock at my door telling me he is dead. When it was announced the war was over my heart sank and I cried with tears of joy for days. When I finally saw him, all the feelings inside me erupted. I was excited and scared and nervous and joyful all at the same time. He was home to stay. I couldn’t let go of him. I never wanted to leave his side again. It was the happiest moment ever.
