Free Narrative Essays – Advertising and Private Values – Advertising and Private Values I just discovered that I don’t know anything about today’s society

 Free Narrative Essays - Advertising and Personal Values - Advertising and Personal Values I just discovered that I don't know anything about today's society. This of course came as a shock. I had thought that I was an informed citizen but I now know otherwise. this enlightenment came at great cost in time, and effort. The time was spent in watching television for an hour. The effort was to not lose my sanity for unlike any other hour of TV, this time I was forced to actually watch the commercials. The values that TV presents seem to be different than what I was taught as a child. [tags: Personal Narrative Essays]

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Free Individual Narratives: I Am a Writer – I Am a Writer Writing for me has not always come so lightly. The very first essay I wrote, in French, was about my 2nd grade teacher Mr. Bernard. I was utterly enamored by Mr. Bernard, with his slender black leather tie, pinstriped T-shirt, styled hair and smell of smoke and cologne. He was my hero; I even took a picture of myself dressed up like him and gave it to him. My very first practice with writing was in cursive due to my upbringing in Belgium. When our family moved to the US, I was the only third grader learning how to print and decently cross his T’s. [tags: Free Individual Narrative Writing]

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Free Narrative Essays – This Woman – This Chick The dame leisurely creeped across the floor. She had a look on her face of love. She began to tempt me. I could not permit her to take control over me. I could not stand against. I had to let the love warm my assets. I have let her take over once again. I have lost to her smooch. The smooch that has sweetened my blood. I absorbed her assets. I walked down the trail on a journey to find my house. I took this route every day. I know that it will lead me back to the place that I love so much. [tags: Private Narrative Essays]

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Free Individual Narratives: Switching Roommates – Switching Roommates Choosing to leave the comforts of your family and home to go away to college is a life-changing decision. The roomie you get matched up with can make or break your practice. The lady I was matched up with switched my life considerably in a way I didn’t like, so I moved out. Moving was the best choice I could have made. The very first glance of my fresh dorm room was not at all what I expected. There were boxes and papers everywhere. Out from behind a tower of boxes emerged the woman I knew I would be living with for the next few months. [tags: Individual Narrative Writing]

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Free Private Narratives: Jail Time – Jail Time Those blocks (block, block, block) in just plain gray (gray, gray, gray): the ideal surroundings to leave one’s mind blank. or insane. Ow. My head hurts. It has been lounging against this wall for at least an hour now. I scraped the back of my head to budge around my dark, curly hair. It was beginning to feel plastered against my scalp. It was a bit tangled from not brushing it for a day and my fingers did not run through it with ease; nevertheless, it felt good to keep the blood flowing. [tags: Private Narrative Writing]

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Free Individual Narratives: Camping! – Camping. “Hey, be careful and don’t do anything stupid,” my dad said to me right before I hopped into Pursue Miller’s dark blue Chevy S-10 with a camper shell on the back. I looked at Pursue and Tyler Becker and said, “Let’s go camping.” As Pursue shoved down the gas pedal, a big cloud of black smoke shot out of the back of the truck and the smell of searing motor oil packed the cab. It was in July, and we desired to go camping. I asked my dad if we could go up to our family’s cabin in Elk Springs, which is near Montrose. [tags: Individual Narrative Writing]

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Free Narrative Essays – Switch – Switch My entire life, I have been introduced to a single element called switch. Switch occurs in many different forms and is carried out in many different ways. However, just recently, I have come to the realization that switch can be the deepest of all subjects. I always assumed that switch occured when you moved to a fresh town or when you lost someone close to you. Those are elements to switch, yes, but switch doesn’t have to occur over a single dramatic event. It can just happen overnight when your brain determines it’s time to do something different. [tags: Individual Narrative Essays]

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Free Narrative Essays – Canoeing – Canoeing: A to Z We were practising methods of paddling Ruth Elvedt discusses in her book, Canoeing: A to Z. We did the side stroke, which pulls the canoe sideways. We did the back stroke, which makes the canoe switch sides course. We also did the classic forward stroke to go forward. We became fairly skilled in the art of spinning the canoe around in circles from combining the methods Ms. Elvedt discusses in her book. The numerous people who were floating close by laughed at us and called us idiots because of our unique practice of paddling. [tags: Private Narrative Essays]

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Free Private Narratives: Camping – With Children! – Camping – With Children. Last year I went camping for the very first time, and I had my children with me. Don’t get me wrong; my spouse was there, too. He had camped before he got married. The scale of excitement was just higher for my children and me. I read books that described the camping practice, and I couldn’t wait. Camping sounded earthy to me. There was an element of living like the pioneers; without all the hardships. Using an outhouse is hardship enough, for me. We were going to the camping grounds in the redwoods near Mendocino. [tags: Private Narrative Writing]

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Free Individual Narratives: Stormy Days – My Paradise – Stormy Days – My Paradise “Oh, Man. I hate the rain!” my eight-year-old brother said. He had planned on spending the weekend outdoors, playing and exploring. I could understand his frustration. An eight-year-old boy would much rather be outdoors catching abominable creatures, railing bikes, and playing ball. Mothers generally don’t permit these adventures on stormy days. He knew he was out of luck. I, on the other arm, felt content when I awoke to the sounds of “dribble, drop, run in rivulets, drop” on my window pane. [tags: Individual Narrative Writing]

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Free Narrative Essays – The Battle of the Bands – The Battle of the Bands The best and worst two days of my life took place at Bogarts with my band Radioactive Weasel last month. We had practiced daily for near three years, and our group determined to pull together again and inject “The Battle of the Bands.” This was the very first time we sparingly paid fifty dollars to perform anywhere. All the other competitions we had entered were mail in tapes and then wait for a response. We got out of bed at five in the morning, then raced to our drummer’s house. [tags: Individual Narrative Essays]

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Free Narrative Essays – A Cup of Soup – A Cup of Soup It was a elementary cup of soup. Chicken with rice, from a can. But as I sat down to eat my lunch, a unexpected thought flashed through my head: What a miracle this cup of soup is. A savory, golden broth, bright orange carrot coins, round grains of rice, bits of chicken. Struck deeply by this realization, I simply sat for a minute watching skinny wisps of steam rising from the surface. Just a cup of soup. I’d never given much thought to the origins of my food. I simply went to the store, threw produce and cans and boxes into my cart, and brought them home. [tags: Private Narrative Essay Example]

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Free Narrative Essays – Surfing the Crowd – Surfing the Crowd In my mind it was my thickest act of courage. It was far from a heroic deed, but I overcame all my anxieties for an adrenaline rush that can still be felt through my memories. Closing my eyes and thinking back to that hot, summer night I can still hear the sweet riffs of punk rock in its purest form. The drummer was on fire. The bassist was unspoiled power. And the front-man had turned everyone in the crowd, including myself, into unspoiled energy. My music had packaged itself around and around inwards of me. [tags: Individual Narrative Essay Example]

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Free Narrative Essays – Getting Out – Getting Out Moving to Ankeny proved to be more difficult that I very first expected. I had been looking forward to moving out of the house for over four years, and wxpected it to be effortless and joy. Moving turned out to be neither effortless nor very joy, as I had hoped it would be. I took us four trips to Ankeny just to get our apartment. Very first, we had to look at different apartments. Then we had to sign a few papers and leave a deposit. Belmont Apartments determined to switch the way it filed information. [tags: Individual Narrative Essays]

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Free Narrative Essays – Making Plans – Making Plans It was a gorgeous summer morning as I, my brother David, sister Marcia, mom, dad, and baby chick were traveling home to Laramie from Colorado Springs where we had gone to visit my grandma. The atmosphere in the car was joy and packed with laughter. We were glad to be together. Our chatter was constant and our conversations often overlapped. One learned youthful that if you want to be heard in my family, you must merely speak louder than everyone else. Or, you might simply say, “Would you please shut up for a minute so I can say something significant?” We all understood that such a plain and politely spoken instruction was not meant to be offensive or. [tags: Private Narrative Essays]

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Free Narrative Essays – Marching Rearwards in Americana – Marching Rearwards in Americana “I’d like to tell you about my fantasy. it’s a place where unclothe malls abound and diversion’s mere moments away. Where the ones least refined define culture; you’ll be left behind if you don’t fit in. Everything‚s rearwards in Americana.” –The Offspring Indeed, everything is rearwards in our Beautiful America: Where the intellectuals are on the bottom of the social hierarchy–at least, until they become rich intellectuals. Where magnificent painters, musicians, and writers can be belittled as “starving artists”–before they become famous artists, that is. [tags: Private Narrative Essay Example]

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Free Individual Narratives: You Can Love a Thug – You Can Love a Thug… We sat in the back of a cracked down Lincoln, his friend in the driver’s seat, inhaling cigarettes like oxygen. His newfound friends influenced him, switched him–in the worst way. “You become the company you keep,” I always used to tell him. They took all I knew of him away from me, all of what I yearned for, all of what he was. Yeah, he was there physically, but what he was went up with the smoke his friend exhaled. I was still attracted to him. I dreamed to feel every inch of his caramel skin, run my fingers through the zig-zag braids1 in his hair, lusting for the touch of him, for the words “I love you” to roll off his tongue, for his lips to softly caress mine. [tags: Individual Narrative Writing]

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Free Private Narratives: Resolving Arguments on the Playground – Resolving Arguments on the Playground “If you want the fuckin’ ball, come and get it!” Those enticingly intelligent words from Sean Kelly, a husky sixth grader, brought me my very first taste of how arguments get lodged on the playground. Actually it was going to be less of a taste and more like four courses and dessert. I was a petite fourth grader, weighing in at a willowy eighty-five pounds. I was also still considered a “fresh kid.” I had arrived in Somerville, Massachusetts just one year prior, coming from Brussels, Belgium. [tags: Private Narrative Writing]

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Free Private Narratives: Silent Tears for Grandmother – Silent Tears for Grandmother We wind along the country roads that are flanked by pine trees and freshly planted cornfields. Eventually, we rumble up the long mud driveway to the muted-red house, needing to be repainted and repaired. As the tires roll to a stop, I spring from the car and gladfully run into Nana’s outstretched arms, where a shower of smooches falls upon my blond-streaked braids. I hug Grampa around his knees, and he pats my head. After Mom and Dad have said their hellos, I hurry to the door that I pridefully open on my own. [tags: Individual Narrative Profile Essays]

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Free Private Narratives: Grandfather, Missing in Act – Grandfather – Missing in Activity We whiled away lazy afternoons down in his cool basement, working on an intricate model train system. I would gargle the horn and link the cars into long snaking trains of autumn colors—burnt crimson, mustard yellow, and pumpkin orange. He would pull them apart again, telling me in gentle admonition that I had to stop doing that because they would all get stuck in the tunnel or that they couldn’t all treat the acute turns. My clumsy little mitts would knock over the houses, the miniature people and the toothpick-sized telephone poles. [tags: Individual Narrative Profile Essays]

Free Individual Narratives: The Bday Party Disaster – The Bday Party Disaster Children place a high importance on the success of bday parties. For children, a bday is a special day, packed with friends, cake and presents. For parents, children’s birthdays are seen as ideal social settings to converse with others and maintain family unity. However, a bday party must be planned effectively to ensure its success. Lack of prep will lead to a bday party’s downfall. It was a day of anxious anticipation. It was a day of last-minute planning. [tags: Individual Narrative Writing]

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Free Private Narratives: Learning the Hard Way – Learning the Hard Way “Hi Zac, we are all going out to Hacienda and then we’re all gonna have some joy. I have a surprise for you all. Just be here at six and it’ll be all set.” Kyle draped up the phone and resumed his calling. I threw on a clean T-shirt and cut-offs and arrived at his house with two minutes to spare. My blank stare at the empty drive way prompted Kyle to tell me that the six others already went to Hacienda and were getting a table. After dinner we walked to Linway and observed Office Space, a prelude for the weeks to come. [tags: Private Narrative Writing]

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Free Private Narratives: I Survived High-School – I Survived High-School “Welcome to White Oak High School, home of the Vikings.” The speech given to any idiot unfortunate enough to enroll in this school. My very first high school had an unhospitable atmosphere. It had the distinction of having the highest murder rate of any school in North Carolina. The school’s undercover narcotics officer, Randy, was killed in the faculty parking lot. A car pulled up, and a black tinted window spinned down. The passenger in the back seat shot him once in the head with a handgun, then the car sped away. [tags: Individual Narrative Writing]

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Free Individual Narratives: Life After Mono – Life After Mono Merriam-Webster defines mononucleosis as: “an acute infectious disease associated with Epstein-Barr virus (EBV) and characterized by fever, erection of lymph knots, and lymphocytosis.”1 It is more commonly called “mono,” or “the smooching disease.” When I was thirteen, I caught this dreaded disease, and it switched the ways I acted around my friends forever. Before I got sick, I never paid attention to my deeds. If I was thirsty, I asked any friend for a sip of his/her drink, and I never gave my activity a 2nd thought. [tags: Individual Narrative Writing]

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Free Individual Narratives: You Can’t Go Home Again – You Can’t Go Home Again I sat in my friend’s Oldsmobile with her three year old in the car seat resting in the back, as we traveled down the street towards my former residence behind the city park. My friend, Sarah, now a MOM, was anxious to showcase me the transformation to the front of my old home. She kept telling, that I would never believe it as we approached the house, I could only see bareness. All of the bushes, flowers, and gardens that surrounded the house were eliminated. The windows appeared naked without curtains or blinds to dress them. [tags: Individual Narrative Writing]

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Free Narrative Essays – Beauty is Only Skin Deep – Beauty is Only Skin Deep, Ugly Goes to the Bone I am not lightly recognized, or rather, I am lightly overlooked. My style of dress is a cardigan and jeans, or when it’s warmer, a T-shirt and jeans. At times I’ll wear khakis. I am a very unnoticeable Five’Trio’ and have eaten just enough chocolate to have a round face and figure. With all of this in mind, when I tapped the shoulder of the up-to-the-minute female lip-locked with her boyfriend-of-the-day, I was not greeted with a warm smile. I frequently disturbed this duo, since my locker was in Make-Outville. [tags: Individual Narrative Essays]

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Free Narrative Essays – I Never Get the Doll – “Come on, you wuss, just three more reps,” I muttered under my breath. I was in the gym, doing curls. It had been a long day, so I determined to torment myself on purpose. (I sometimes wonder about my own sanity.) Some popular pop song was playing on the radio, but I was disregarding it, as usual. Either the gym or I smelled strenuously of sweat; I had a strong suspicion towards the latter. As I finished my curls, my arms burnt as if on fire. Time for a half-minute break, then back for another set. I was absolutely determined to get back into form. [tags: Private Narrative, Autobiographical Essay]

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Free Narrative Essays – Haul Racing Wishes – Haul Racing Desires The warmth was unbearable as I pulled up to the embarking line. The smell of harass gases and burned rubber packed the air. The embarking light received my fullest attention, zoning everything out of my conscience. Three. Two. 1. green light. I stomped my foot on the accelerator as I side stepped my clutch. Shifting into 2nd gear, I flipped the switch to my nitrous oxide system. Instantaneously I was thrown back into my seat. All of a unexpected a noisy pop disturbed the sleek roar of my engine. [tags: Individual Narrative Essays]

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Kristina with a K- Private Narrative – Kristina with a K- Private Narrative The year was 1986; it was on this day my life would forever be switched. Up until this point I was a loner, single, an individual. Some people like to be in this state, I wasn’t sure that I cared either way. Anyhow, this is where Kristina commenced. She spelt her name with a “K” instead of the traditional “C.” The name was just one way that she was different. I was never fairly sure if she chose to be or not. In that aspect I suppose we were the same. At very first accepting her into my life was a given more than an option, I guess. [tags: Free Essays]

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Night of Funk- Private Narrative – Night of Funk- Private Narrative Halloween night this year was a night of stress. With the latest terrorist attacks, people, including myself, were worried about going out that night. All over the news, reporters were warning us to stay away from certain places and the warning signs of another terrorist attack. So, what were all of us college kids going to do. I determined to be courageous and go downtown. I figured, if they nuke Boston, I’ll be dead in Allston (where I live). Friends of mine from Berklee College of Music were playing a hefty showcase at Bill’s Bar on Lansdowne Street. [tags: Free Essays]

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Unreachable Thorn – Individual Narrative – Unreachable Thorn – Private Narrative I still recall that day so well; it tucks in my mind like an unreachable thorn. Luke was so much stronger that me. I would have given up if it wasn’t for him. I recall the rain, pouring from the sky, stronger that the cargo in our arms and in our hearts. It was Luke’s idea to train him a lesson for what he did to Claire, but it was me who roughed him up, I was the one who made him fall. Luke said that no one would believe us. He said that everyone would think we killed him for his lunch money. [tags: Free Essays]

Free Private Narratives: Another Good Day Gone Bad – Another Good Day Gone Bad I leisurely pressed my foot down on the accelerator as I approached the passing lane. I was tired of following the old man in his strike up, gold station wagon at 50 miles per hour. I needed to get to school. I was right behind him when I topped the hill and entered the passing zone. That’s when I spotted it. The warm April morning was just what I needed to refresh my mind. I had been stressed about schoolwork and was attempting to keep up with all of my activities. The nice sunny morning made everything seem right. [tags: Individual Narrative Writing]

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Application of Philosophy in Life: Individual Narrative – For most of my life, I had very little skill of philosophy. I regarded philosophers as little more than large toddlers; eccentric and moderately insane people who wandered around aimlessly and asked “Why?” of everything, or wizened old studs in loincloths meditating atop mountains and waiting for the next nosey person to ask for their sage advice. Over the course of this class I have come to realize that while philosophy is a complicated subject, anyone can begin to practice it. All one needs to be an fledgling philosopher is the capability to think, reason, and question the world around them. [tags: Cultural Relativism, Free Will]
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Free Narrative Essay – Our Big Tour to State College – Our Big Excursion to State College Staggering, there is simply no other way of putting the influence that my very first “big excursion to State College” had on me. The weekend had the potential to be an explosive one, but I had no idea that it would take the turn it did. We began our journey with a stop at Sheetz, picking up all of the necessary goods, such as gas, beef jerky, and cigarettes. One might be thinking, how can one tour to State College be any different than any other. [tags: Private Narrative Essays]

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Free Narrative Essays – Excursion Through The Soft Soft Sand – Journey Through The Soft Soft Sand It was a warm, dry summers day in the good cup of Nevada’s desert when I made my grave error. We learn from our errors, so in some cases it doesn’t hurt to make them provided there is not a permanent repercussion from your mistake. I have a rock that reminds me of this incident and I would like to tell you how this rock resembles my practice. Jamie(my gf) and I were returning on a Sunday afternoon from a very successful and safe caving journey to the Good Basin National Park. [tags: Individual Narrative Essays]

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Private Narrative Being a Boy in America – Private Narrative Being a Boy in America Being a masculine in America, the center of Western culture, is not by any means effortless. We’re plagued by stereotypes and we fight among ourselves. We grow up programmed to act a certain way, talk a certain way, and to do certain things. Unluckily, this mental conditioning is not productive, nor is it healthy. And one of the major contributors to this problem is our ‘scientific’ system of education. As C. S. Lewis stated in one of his books called The Abolition of Man, the motives of scientific education are questionable because it emerges that “. the ‘trousered ape’ and the ‘urban blockhead’ may be precisely the kind of man they indeed wish to produc. [tags: Free Essays]

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Private Narrative I am in a Fraternity – Private Narrative I am in a Fraternity I am a frat boy. I live in a frat house. I go to frat parties. I fight. I especially like to fight independents. If independents were cool, they would have pledged a frat in the very first place. I know that I am more joy and can party tighter than any Sigma Chi. I am off the hook. I run dances. I am the brains behind Spring Break. I am the reason road trips exist. I hope you liked my homecoming party last Friday. I can recite the Greek alphabet before the fire of a match burns out. [tags: Free Essays]

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Individual Narrative: My Very first Computer – Private Narrative My Very first Computer Wow, what an practice it was to see for the very first time a machine that could think. This machine could do math, display graphics at the drop of a dime, and play two dimensional games (whic was all that was around back then). This wasn’t something that you normally spotted. This was something that seemed to come straight out of a science fiction film. At least that was what I thought. So my quest was clear to me. I was to learn how to manipulate a computer. So to begin, all the computer nerds (such as myself) know that to run an old 286 (which was what I had) you need to know DOS. [tags: Free Essays]

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Private Narrative: Playstation Two Football Game – Individual Narrative: Playstation Two Football Game John and I both like to play College Football 2002 for the Playstation Two. Last weekend, however, was the very first time John and I have ever paired up to play each other. I could tell from the atmosphere that this was going to be a good rilvery. The very first game we played was a real, “clash of the titans”. I had Nebraska and John had Texas, while playing in what some sports critics believe as the game of the century. After the horn sounded for the four quarters of regulation the score was tied. [tags: Free Example Essays]

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Individual Narrative Negative Stereotypes Based on Superficiality – Individual Narrative Negative Stereotypes Based on Superficiality Everyone is guilty of it. even those who claim they’re not. think about it. EVERYONE cares about appearances. I care about appearance. I care about how I look, and however I attempt not to, sometimes I judge others on how they look. but personality does matter most to me, and unlike a lot of people, I don’t just say that to make myself look better. I truly believe it. The one thing that makes me exceptionally upset is when people judge others on appearance cruely. [tags: Free Essays]

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Christianity vs Free Will – The Private Christian School I attended, from the 6th to the 12th grade, required its students to take a Bible classes as part of the school’s curriculum. Every morning, my knuckle class was Bible studies, and every morning, after lodging in, we had an opening prayer. Each class closed with a prayer as well. Prayer was a must in Bible studies class, albeit pleading aloud was voluntary. I never had much interest in suggesting public prayers. I always thought prayers were the private business inbetween God and me. [tags: Private Narrative Essay]

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Free Narrative Essays – Transcendentalism – Transcendentalism A entire month of being nice. From the begin, I didn’t think it was even humanly possible. Albeit I always attempt my hardest to be pleasant, I’m sarcastically witty by nature. This project, no matter how inspirational and uplifting it could be, would decidedly be no walk in the park. Nevertheless, I determined to persevere. Even if I ended up being a finish Transcendental failure, maybe I’d still learn something along the way. On the very first day, I went for about twenty minutes before cracking a joke at my best friend. [tags: Example Private Narratives]

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Free Narrative Essays – Voices – Voices The Voice: Well, Mrs. Dryer, I go to a very competitive school. I have to take competitive classes. It’s not as tho’ the work geyser would go down if I dropped to a lower level. I had a very busy week, and the play just embarked. I’ll have more time this week. I promise to practice more inbetween now and next lesson. The Scholar (that lives in my mind): What is that woman telling. Drop my AP classes so that I’ll have more time for piano. Does she realize that piano isn’t life. [tags: Example Private Narratives]

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Individual Narrative- Eventful Thanksgiving – Private Narrative- Eventful Thanksgiving The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air packed the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Albeit I was only two years and eleven months old, I recall the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I “helped” my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my juice sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my dearest juices fuzz- warn pantyhose, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother’s house. [tags: Individual Narrative]

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Free Narrative Essays – Dodging Bullets – Dodging Bullets It was a warm fall day in early October, a day that I recall fairly vividly. The smells of the transition from summer to fall were in the air, accompanied by the sounds of birds singing and the wind deep-throating through the trees. It was on this beautiful day that my existence was almost terminated. After school on this day, a friend and I determined to go hunting before our evening basketball practice. I truly don’t know why we called it hunting, because we didn’t have an idea exactly what we were hunting for. [tags: Example Individual Narratives]

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Free Narrative Essays – Josie’s Triumph – Josie’s Triumph Even tho’ I am the older brother and she’s the junior sister, Josie was always a head taller, and a good 40 pounds stronger than me when we were growing up. I hated that. I was the big brother. I was supposed to be superior and protective. But while she was the largest kid in school, I was almost the smallest. Josie’s size and strength only made my lack of those two qualities more apparent. I was two years ahead of her in school, which meant that by the time she got to middle school I was already an 8th grader. [tags: Example Individual Narratives]

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Free Narrative Essays – Why Can’t We All Just Get Along? – I recall an incident back in my elementary school days, when I was on the playground during an afternoon recess. My friends and I were intensely involved in a emotional game of basketball. I had been playing dreadfully, so after my fourth brick, I spiked the ball, super cup touchdown style against the solid pavement. It began a long process of ricocheting off the walls of the coverd area and amidst it’s air born flight it somehow managed to collide with the jawbone of a rather thuggish looking 5th grader. [tags: Example Individual Narratives]

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Free Narrative Essays – Killing Ourselves with Work – Killing Ourselves with Work Americans are killing themselves with work. Americans often are sleep neglected, stressed and have problems at home. All of this are most very likely caused from over working. I think sleep deprivation is a major problem in the United States. It must make sense that if an American is over working he/she cannot possibly get in the minimum of six hours sleep. Being a college student myself, I often see over worked students sleep through class. These students work and are pressured to keep up good grades. [tags: Example Individual Narratives]

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Two Months – Individual Narrative – Two Months – Private Narrative The day my sister left for England, something inwards of me woke up. It felt like the desert sand being astonished by cool humid rain, my astonishment and surprise was just the same. The reality that this was indeed happening, we truly were being separated, all became too much for me. As close as two siblings could be, it is often difficult to distinguish inbetween Georgie and I. One wonders, where does Georgie commence, and where do I begin. Who developed the sarcastic wit, and who picked it up as the years went by. [tags: Individual Narrative Descriptive]

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Individual Narrative- Transformation of a Hurting Teenage – Individual Narrative- Transformation of a Hurting Teenage Before I lost my innocence I was care-free, and utter of love. But I grew up and my peers began to taunt me. “Am I truly fat, ugly, stupid and dorky”. I thought. Every loving part of me was ripped apart lump by chunk by my youthfull peers like wolves on the prowl. Every fault and every flaw I possessed was brought to my attention. This taunting spawned an anger in me so strong that every aspect of my life was ruined. I began to rebel towards any kind of authority as a way to protect myself. [tags: Private Narrative]

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Private Narrative: Instructing Students to Love Writing – Writing is something that always came relatively effortless to me. I was not the best student in High School, however that was primarily due to my lack of effort and enthusiasm. I was certainly capable of doing the work, however baseball and Atari always seemed to come very first. But with writing, I was most often able to produce the quality of work my parents expected of me in a brief and painless amount of time. As I set such a screenplay for you, two problems are clearly recognizable. The very first lies in the lack of effort I put forward in my early schooling, and the 2nd is that I recognized very early what my parents expectations of me were, tho’ I failed to explore my own subdued expectations. [tags: Free Essay Writer]

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Private Narrative- Soccer Injury – Individual Narrative- Soccer Injury I went into my junior spring soccer season kind of sad, my past coach, wasn’t going to be our team coach this year. I wasn’t truly depressed tho’, because I had tons of friends that were playing this year. One of the fine things about soccer is that it is not a school-sanctioned sport. To me this said that I was able to play another season of soccer with my friends from Paonia and Hotchkiss without the normal High School rivalry inbetween these schools. Year after year, the schools pulled pranks on each other, sometimes nothing big, but sometimes something big. [tags: Individual Narrative Essays]

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Private Narrative- Suicide Aftermath – Private Narrative- Suicide Aftermath Some thoughts sneak into our mind without our skill, and some thoughts are already in our mind without our skill. Music either triggers this skill, or it draws the already present skill to the surface. For example, this morning was like any other morning. I got up, made the bed, fed the dog, and brushed my teeth while she ate. I got dressed and took her potty after putting on the same blue leash I have put on her every morning since she was a puppy three years ago. [tags: Private Narrative Writing]

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Private Narrative- Learning – Individual Narrative- Learning As the abate odor of chalk dust mixes imperceptably with the drone of the teacher’s monotone, I doodle in my tablet to stay awake. I notice vaguely that, despite my best efforts in the shower this morning after practice, I still smell like chlorine. I breathe and wonder why the school’s administration requires the students to take a class that, if it were on the Internet, would delight Mirsky (creator of Mirsky’s Worst of the Web), as yet another addition to his list of worthless sites. [tags: Private Narrative]

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His Spirit is Soaring Free – The cold, steel bars of the headboard pressed badly into my back, and I could no longer feel my gams. Yet I sat motionless, his head powerful on my collarbone, afraid the slightest movement would disturb him. I softly kissed the skinny wisps of hair on top of his head as I cradled his frail, emaciated bod. Every day spent with him was precious; he would soon be gone. In those silent pre-dawn hours, the harsh lighting and sterile hospital smell faded away as my mind wandered unrestrained, exploring unknown areas and probing into ideas which challenged my Southern upbringing, and returned with fresh skill which was to forever switch my life. [tags: Private Narrative, Individual Essay]

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Private Narrative: Term Paper Procrastination – Trio:30 A.M. finds me in front of a glowing computer screen yet again. I’m waiting for inspiration. My friends, kind enough to let me use their dorm room and their Macintosh, are asleep in their beds just feet away in the half-darkness, reaping the prizes of their wisdom: they haven’t waited until the night before like I have. I take swigs of Mountain Dew from a plastic mug; it’s the sweet nectar of the Gods of Last-Minute Paper Writing. No, make that bittersweet nectar — the taste of sugary green goodness reminds me, with every gulp, that I’ve sentenced myself to another unnecessary all-nighter. [tags: Free Essay Writer]

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Individual Narrative – Rejoice in the Lord Always – Private Narrative- The Bible Spoke to Me I sat on my bed. Alone. Lonely. But I wasn’t. Everything that everyone had said, left unsaid, was with me. Strangling me. As scenes danced mockingly through my mind, I cried out, “Does anyone care about me. Does anyone care if I come to school or church-would anyone notice if I just abandon?!” A puny, still voice cooed in my ear. Something stirred, fighting to be free, but my tormented mind strangled it, preferring to drown in self pity. “Does anyone listen to me. [tags: Private Narrative Writing]

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Free Narrative Essays – I Was Poor, Not Low Class – I Was Poor, Not Low Class Reminisce as a child people would tell you, “You are what you eat.” When you are fed fat, you will become fat. When fed violence, you become violent. A diet of anger will make you hate. Thirst will make you hungrier, or so it would seem. I think it is ironic that we instruct children at a youthfull age to judge people by means other than the content of their character. Then, we expect children to be fair and loving after being labeled by how others view them. After all, how many people, besides your closest friends and family, can walk into your room and point to items that give a reflection of who you truly are. [tags: Example Individual Narratives]

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Free Narrative Essays – This Little Thing Called Hate – This Crazy Little Thing Called Hate Hate is a very scary thing and there is much too much of it in the world. I am an object of hate because I am a lezzie. I had a very scary incident a year ago that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I had a gf and we were openly together at school, so most students and teachers knew of our sexiness. We were the objects of a lot of hate but I had no idea how powerful that hate was until one horrible day. My gf, two man friends, and I were doing what we did every day after school – walking to our cars to go home. [tags: Example Private Narratives]

Free Narrative Essays – The All-Star Baseball Team – The All-Star Baseball Team Several summers ago, I made my very first All-Star baseball team for a local little league. When I heard that I was picked, I was perplexed with happiness. A lot of my friends and teammates in years past had made the team, but never me. I was eventually selected by the head coach of the All-Star team, and considered it fairly an honor. Albeit I was on the team, I was the only one who had never been an All-Star. I spent most of the tournament on the bench. But there were a few times when I had to go up and pinch-hit. [tags: Example Private Narratives]

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Individual Narrative- Meditation – Individual Narrative- Meditation Perhaps, like me, you have wondered how you might best contribute to helping save the world. There are so many problems evident around the world that need attention, but which are most urgent. Which people are the most needy. Where is the worst suffering, the most oppression. Where is the earth being bruised most. There is no shortage of strife around us needing attention. At the same time, we can wonder what it is we have to suggest the people of the world. What talents, what time, what commitment. [tags: Individual Narrative Writing]

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Private Narrative- The Path Towards Grace, Love and Peace – Individual Narrative- The Path Towards Grace, Love and Peace When I was 16 I left my parents home. One month before I left, I wrote this in my journal: “What is the fluttering in my belly, rising up through my chest. An apprehension — a fear — excitement. I am anticipating a switch — a falling down — a caving in of something I expect to be solid. I’m in a strange place, moving leisurely forward with nothing that can be measured — an internal advancement, a shedding away of old selves. I am pared down.” The story of my leaving still feels like something written in code — a code no one could understand on the rational mind level. [tags: Private Narrative Writing]

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Free Essays – Of Farctate and Roadkill – Of Farctate and Roadkill Being a writer and reader, I love words-not only what they mean, but also how they sound. So I rely on my trusty Webster’s Fresh Universal Unabridged. It’s over four inches thick and chock-full of ems of thousands of glorious words. Some people have trouble with dictionaries because they can’t spell the words they’re looking for. Me, I just get lost. Whenever I set out to look up a word, I often get sidetracked by other words. For example, the other day I was headed for “farthingale,” but “farctate”stopped me in my tracks. [tags: Individual Narrative Essay Example]

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Free Essays – The Grace of God – The Grace of God The Revolution Has Begun – Stop providing your authority to Christ & the Void & the Imagination- you are it, now, the God. you are needed – stop hiding year. Light in a bushel. – Allen Ginsberg to Neal Cassady My mother was Catholic, and albeit she raised us as Episcopalians, I always felt that she desired to go back to her baptismal religion. There was always a loyalty in her to her heritage. I sensed this as she explained to me her belief that everyone is born with a purpose. [tags: Individual Narrative Essays]

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Free Essays – A Schoolyard Lesson – A Schoolyard Lesson “Get up, get up you have school today,” my mother blurted out, as I fell out of bed. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I smiled to myself; I knew today was going to be just fine. My family and I had just moved from Guatemala, and today was to be my very first day at Bel Air Elementary School. I usually don’t get worried about these situations, since I’ve been through the routine before, besides I tend to make friends lightly. [tags: Private Narrative Essays]

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Free Essay – The Token Black Fellow – The Token Black Fellow In school social circles, I always find myself “The Token Black Boy.” I thought of this term for my role after viewing an scene of Scrubs on TV. I embarked thinking about the petite number of black students at my school. It is something I have always turned a blind eye to. I’ve never indeed been bothered about being the only black friend most of my friends have. But at times, it leads me to some stressfull conclusions. I realize that I, in a way, represent the entire black community to them, as they get to know me, and see my strengths and weaknesses. [tags: Individual Narrative Essay Example]

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Free Essays – I Found Timelessness – I Found Timelessness Today, waiting on the schoolhouse steps, I witnessed something I had never seen before. My back against the warm brick wall, in glad prospect, I stared abstracted towards the red-orange of autumn on a tree. At the very center of my concentration was a single leaf; a ripped yellow-green, not even crimson yet. But it fell. I witnessed the precise moment of release – the instant the leaf actually disconnected from the branch. It was the brevity of perfection. Partition in sunderance, an umbilicus severed, a future unlatched; an end and a beginning. [tags: Private Narrative, Descriptive Essay]

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Free Essays – Running From Prejudice – Running From Prejudice I look around and I see it, and then I read about it. But I never thought I would be faced with discrimination firsthand. It’s my junior year in high school, with lots of opportunities, freedom and responsibility. I determined to join the cross-country team, and somehow I knew it wouldn’t be effortless, but I knew most of the team from classes and from running track. The very first day of practice I disregarded the stares. As the season went on, tho’, I embarked to feel out of place, like an outsider. [tags: Private Narrative Essay Example]

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Free Essays – More than Atoms – More than Atoms That’s why we write. That’s why we sing. That’s why we dance. That’s why we paint. That’s why we plead. Because we are just a group of atoms. Because we want something more. We need to create something more. There has to be something more. Observe someone plead sometime. I mean truly plead. See someone with glassy eyes and parted lips clasp their palms and silently ask of their beliefs “why?” If you are truly my progeny, it will drive any prejudice the world may have given you from your heart. [tags: Private Narrative Essays]

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Individual Narrative: A Private Essay – “The inwards of the shell looks to me like a sore mouth mouth,” is the sentence I wrote on paper eighteen years ago. It was my very first day of an expository writing class and I was a freshman in college. Assorted objects were placed in the center of a table, around which twenty students and I sat around. Professor H asked us to describe the objects. What I spotted was a seashell, a chunk of driftwood and a black and white framed photo of an old man and a silver pocket witness. I desired to sketch the still life in opposition to writing. [tags: Narrative Essay Writing English]

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Individual Narrative – Football. and Musicals? – My Love of Football. and Musicals. I am very first in my class, an all-state football player, weigh 220 pounds, and can lift up petite cars, yet I have a secret which I have kept hidden for years. It rages within me, yearning to break free and expose itself in both shame and splendor. I can contain it no longer. I must shed my inhibitions and proclaim aloud, “So help me God, I love musicals!” Until now, only my family and those who have had the practice of calling my house in the midst of one of my renditions of the confrontation scene inbetween Javert and Valjean from Les Misérables knew about my passion for musical theater. [tags: Private Narrative Essays]

The Hardship of My Life- Individual Narrative – The Hardship of My Life- Individual Narrative As I was on the PJC bus to an out of town game, I had some free time to think. Lately, I have had in the back of my mind several troubling areas, so I know that this moment was the time to take care of these situations. If I could overcome certain problems, I would be more successful in the future. Very first, I have to get over the unexpected death of my father. The day I found out my father was killed in an accident while he was on his job, I felt as if my life was over. [tags: Papers]

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Individual Narrative- Infliction of Rage – Swirling fog and dynamic light surround my silhouette, a warped halo of ominous colors accentuating the restrained passion of my abrupt, powerful gestures. A demonic cackle resonates from my parted, sneering lips, a sense of power emanating from my very pores. I summon my strength for my greatest achievement, my moment of glory, the heroes of humanity having fallen before my fury, as prayers for reconsideration bombard my deaf ears. The stroke of a button – water vapor and carbon are the last remnants of the blue and green orb that for so long careened around a furnace of searing hydrogen. [tags: Individual Narrative, essay about myself]

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The Persuasiveness of the Captivity Narrative – As the most influential black American author of his time, in The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavas Vassa, the African, Written by Himself, Olaudah Equiano illuminated for the masses many of the inhumanities and atrocities associated with the victim trade that previously had been known only to those more intimately involved with it and began an entire fresh genre known as the victim narrative. Part of the success of Equiano’s narrative must be ascribed to the familiar themes of capture, captivity, and restoration that he experienced and many had read in one of the many “captivity narratives” that were so popular in early Colonial times. [tags: Olaudah Equiano, Narrative]

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Free Essays – Anklyosing Spondylitis Will Not Dictate My Life – Anklyosing Spondylitis Will Not Dictate My Life Anklyosing Spondylitis. When I very first heard these words, I was tempted to say “God bless you,” because I had never heard of such a disease. I could not appreciate that I would be living with it for the rest of my life. Anklyosing Spondylitis (AS) is a form of arthritis that affects the peripheral joints of the figure, including the spine, bowels, and even the eyes (iritis). It causes the joints and ligaments that permit the back to stir to become inflamed. [tags: Private Narrative Essay Example]

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Free Essays – I am a Poor Liar – I am a Poor Liar Whenever I lie I get this churning in the pit of my tummy that can only be quieted with truth. My bones begin to ache as however they’ve been bruised. I don’t know if this is natural or has been instructed to me, but I feel it acutely when I call on falsehood to temporarily save me. Perhaps that is why I am so annoyed with hypocrisy. Learn to identify hypocrisy, and learn to see your promises. Mean what you say and act on what you believe in and, above all, take responsibilities for your deeds. [tags: Private Narrative Essays]

Private Narrative – The Rice Fields of Home – The Rice Fields of Home I reminisce the big Gingko tree on the little hill. It was an old tree, shaped like a grandma with her curved back and wrinkly assets. I loved how its leaves turned golden yellow during the autumn. I called them, Eun-hang Ip. Whenever the wind blew, it was snowing yellow, and I was covered with them. I would often doze off in that yellow blanket while the sunshine held my feet with her warm forearms and the gentle breeze brushed my hair. In my wishes, I climbed that tree all the way up and reached the clouds–the white cotton candies. [tags: Private Narrative, Autobiographical Essay]

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Narrative – My Interests – Narrative – My Interests I am interested in anything that is interesting. Eclecticity seeps into my brain much more lightly than the thunderingly similar data of a single concentrated topic area. Tho’ I tend to gravitate towards computer, science, and math information, I will just as likely find an article on a political, religious, or historical topic just as interesting as an article on how astronauts keep their Coke fizzy in space or a book on how public key encryption works. My interests are gauged by how much time I spend in each of them. [tags: Private Narrative Essays]

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Private Narrative – My Dad, Formally Known as Superhero – My Dad, Formally Known as Superhero When I was twelve, I commenced fasting on Yom Kippur. That was the year I had my Bat Mitzvah and the year I became a Jewish woman. In the few years before I turned twelve, I ate sparingly on that holiest day – no junk food, no breakfast. And in the years before that, I ate whatever I wished. My mom too. She’s not Jewish – she just happened to marry my Jewish dad. My dad always fasted. He’d go to Temple in the morning, and we’d go with him – me, my sister, and my mom. [tags: Private Narrative Writing]

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Individual Narrative: My Day – The light from the sun reflects off the unspoiled white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children. I was four, I was carefree, I was utter of life. Outside, we were free to do anything. My cousins, sister, and I could do whatever we dreamed. The thoughts slipped through my mind, quick as a flowing sea, and I did not have a care to catch it. All I was thinking about was a way to please my immense and never ending curiosity. [tags: essay about myself, Private Practice]

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