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What are some examples of a narrative paragraph?
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In novel form, perhaps it might look like this (of my own making):
“Do not worry.” The whisper intervened. “We will protect you. It will be alright.”
Suddenly the struggle stopped. The whispers were there. Immersed now in her pain, she barely caught a glimpse of the Grey behind Portia. It confused her, but that wasn’t important now. The pain had gotten worse. A lot worse, and another scream echoed in the night.
“Jesus! Biggs!” Portia locked her eyes with his. “She hasn’t fully dilated yet. She was considered high risk during her first pregnancy. I can’t even guarantee this will happen. Not without complications!”
“Do your best.” The comfort came hypocritical. He was not a man of comfort. He was a man of enforcement. Portia’s eyes showed what the statement had sounded like, desperate, and that, he was simply incapable to deal with.
Her attention returned to Alexandra who now went into uncontrolled urges to push. The doctor closed in to her side and took her left hand.
“Alex, don’t push! No yet. You’re not ready.”
Alexandra’s eyes spoke silent words of fear. Fear Portia knew was directed solely at her. She couldn’t blame her. She had killed her best friend back in the city and attempted to do so to her husband as well. Now, there was nothing she could do but get her through this unharmed.
“I need you to breathe Alex. Breathe...”
Static leaked from the choppers cockpit followed by some unclear chatter. Biggs rushed to open the chopper’s co-pilot’s hatch and leaned over the seat to grab the radio.
“This is Biggs, come again?”
“We’re not alone sir!”
The colonel turned to look out the windshield, and saw through streams of rain bright beams of light break through the sky in the distant horizon— first two, then ten. He saw the same through the window on the far side of the cockpit as well. The unmistakable shape of Greys’ ships immediately followed. Tiny distant triangles rained in formation that then flipped on their axis adopting a heading in their direction.
Another scream expelled from Alexandra, more urgent.
“Her blood pressure is dropping.” The whisper informed.
“What’s happening?” Biggs rushed staring at Portia.
“What do you think? It’s coming! Whether we’re ready or not!”
“The blood pressure is still dropping.” It came again.
“I already heard you!” she snapped.
“Should we intercept?” the voice came through more static.
“Negative! Negative! Allow them passage!” He replied knowing they wouldn’t have posed much of a threat had they tried.
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A narrative paragraph tells a story. Something happens first, second, third, etc. Of course, narrative paragraphs are used in fiction as a writer describes the unfolding of events, but they are also found when describing any actual sequence of activity.
Because narrative paragraphs resemble fiction (an untrue story), you have a little more freedom to write the story in the style you prefer. This is known as artistic freedom or artistic license. You can use the first person narrative style and include words that clearly refer to you (I, me, my, mine, etc.), or you can try to tell the story from a purely objective point of view that is not personal, but gives a straight-forward, factual account of what happened.
If your teacher asks you to write about a personal experience, try to tell it by using the first person. This is the easiest style in which to write something. You might choose something that you remember well, or something that changed you life. Teachers who work with a large number of foreign-born students often ask them to write about the time they first arrived in the United States. That's a good assignment because it allows you to write in the first person and the details in this kind of paragraph are likely to be very vivid. Here's an example:
I remember when I first arrived in the United States. Even before the plane landed, the little windows in the airplane revealed snow and ice-covered houses and buildings. As I walked off the plane, cold air crept though the corrugated ramp that led to the airport terminal. Some people inside the airport were wearing big coats and hats, which I had seen on television, but never up close. I felt a little dizzy and needed to sit down, and then my cell phone rang. It was my Aunt Sophia. She was waiting for me outside in the passenger pick-up area, so I walked quickly to the exit, forgetting all about my luggage. When the sliding glass door opened to the outside, there was my aunt--a woman I hadn't seen in over ten years--wearing a parka and waving her arms frantically in my direction.