Narratives, Kalai Selvi Arivalagan [best romance books of all time .TXT] 📗

How to Write a Narrative

 Right from their days of blabbering unmeaningfull words as infants,  little children love to listen to stories.

 

Stories shared with them creates an indepth image in their hearts that could play a major role even in deciding their lives.

 

Education as it demands now, children are expected not only to speak well, they are expected to write well also.  The smooth flow of expression using appropriate words is a skill that can help them to score better at all levels of their studies and career.

 

The days I worked as an online tutor helped me to learn the best ways to teach narrative writing to children.

 

Check my presentation in the following link:

 

http://slideplayer.com/slide/8120438/

 

I am herewith sharing some examples for narrative writing.

Pranny and the wild horse

Pranny ran to the school bus with a hop. Her friends greeted her with a loud cheer. One by one they got into the bus. Luckily Pranny got the window seat. Pranny always liked to sit near the window. She loved to count the number of trees that crossed their bus. Pranny started to count the number of trees when their bus entered into the main road. Pranny had finished counting one hundred when they reached their picnic spot.

 

Pranny and her friends jumped down from the bus and entered the park with a scream that can bring down the buildings. Luckily, there were no buildings and the wide sky echoed back their scream. Pranny's teacher asked them to form a line and walk in pairs. Holding the hand of the partner, every one started to climb up the path on the hill.

Once they reached the plain surface at the top of the hill, every one started to collect different types of flowers and leaves as their specimens. After some time, Pranny found out that she had walked away from her friends. Not a bit worried, she started to collect her flowers.

 

Suddenly she heard the galloping sound of a horse. A wild pony came galloping toward her. Pranny wanted to move away from the horse. So, she started to run. But, instead of running away from the horse, Pranny started to run toward the horse.

 

The shocked pony stopped and looked at her. Then, with a wild cry, the pony turned away from Pranny and climbed down the hill galloping in speed. It took a while for Pranny to come to her senses. Then with a cool shake of her shoulders, she started to collect her flowers once again.

Vyanka, the honey bee

 

Vyanka felt excited and happy. The older bee at the swarm told her the day before that she will take her along with her to bring nectar to the hive. After hatching from the egg, Vyanka is spending her days inside the cells of the hive. The nurse bees fed her with rich pollen and nectar and now she has grown stronger with strong wings. Vyanka stretched her little wings and eagerly waited for her first fly out into the sunshine. Vyanka could not sleep in peace; she kept on asking questions to the other bees.

 

The day dawned. Vyanka can see light rays peeping slowly from the east. The worker bees that usually go for hunting nectar and pollen started to leave with a buzz. Swarm of bees lifted up in the air with a uniform buzz. Vyanka joined them with much cheer. The swarm of bees started to fly in the air. For the first time, Vyanka realized that the bees flew drawing patterns in the air. The paths took different shapes along with the difference in the buzz also. Another bee that flew near her told that the drawing patterns showed the directions to go. Finally, they reached a big pond full of lotus flowers.

 

Lotus buds in the pond looked elegant and beautiful. The petals of the lotus flowers started to unfurl in a soundless rhythm. Vyanka joined the swarm and started to sip the nectar from a beautiful lotus flower that bloomed in the middle of the pond. Vyanka did not feel tired. For more than ten times she has flown back to the hive with plenty of pollens and nectar. The older bee told Vyanka that it is enough for the day and asked her to rest at the hive.

 

Vyanka out of excitement flew one more time to the pond. The evening started to set in. The lotus flowers slowly started to close their petals together. The lotus flower blooms for more than three days. But, every day in the evening, the petals will close together and the flower will start to unfurl once again the morning. Vyanka does not know about this. When she finished collecting nectar for the day, she tried to fly away from the flower. She hit at the sides of the petals and fell down in the soft bed of pollen sacs. Vyanka blinked hard. Her multiple eyes could not see anything in the dark.

 

When Vyanka got caught inside the lotus flower, every one started to search for her in the cells of the hive. The older bee asked them to wait till morning. After spending a restless night inside the lotus flower, Vyanka looked at the unfurling petals of the lotus flower. Streaks of morning light peeped inside the flower. Vyanka flew out of the flower with speed. When she crossed the pond, she met the whole swarm that eagerly buzzed for her. Every one asked her what happened.

 

Vyanka with nervousness told them what happened. The whole swarm broke into a buzzing laughter and teased her with their peculiar dance. Vyanka blushed with shame.

Neemoo, the little ant

 

‘Joe, come and have your breakfast.’ Mary called her nine year old son.

 

As usual, he is late for school. Running down the stairs, he reached the table. Throwing bread crumbs all around, he finished his morning breakfast.

 

‘Sit down and drink your juice’ His mother screamed at him. Every morning is a struggle with him. Till he gets into the school bus, the whole place will look like a fighting pit.

 

Sitting down on the chair, Joe started to sip the fresh juice. Down near the left corner of the table, a little ant scrambled on its way. Attracted by the bread crumbs that Joe spilled around, it moved near to pick up a large piece. Some bits of crumbs stood on the polished shoes of Joe. Surprisingly, the little ant wanted to carry that crumb home. The little ant slowly climbed on the left shoe. When the ant reached the top of the left shoe, Joe finished drinking the juice.

 

‘Ma, bye, bye.’ Joe started to walk toward the door. The little ant shocked at the sudden jerk, held tightly to the threads of the socks. The bread crumbs fell down on the floor, but Neemoo, the little ant could not climb down the shoe. Breathless, it stayed at the top of the shoe.

 

When Joe climbed into the bus, Neemoo lost the grip and fell on the last step of the bus. The door of the bus closed and started move toward the school where Joe studied. Neemoo stretched his feelers to know where he is. Neemoo heard the shrilling scream of little boys and girls.

 

Neemoo moved here and there on the last step of the bus. After walking around few circles, Neemoo decided to rest at the corner of the step. Neemoo lived in the corner of the dining room at Joe’s house. He has never gone out of the dining room. Even if he goes out to the window sill, some ants always came along. This is the first time Neemoo is away from the home and traveling in the bus.

 

After the children went to the school, someone started to clean the bus. Neemoo did not know what to do. He moved into the interior corner of the step and stayed there without moving a leg.

Angel, the silly gold fish

 

 With my eyes glued to the tank, I sat watching my favorite gold fish. In the rectangle shaped fish tank along with the pair of gold fish, three more pair of black and white molly also lived. Within a month, the black and white molly grew into a large school. Though I know that it is quite difficult to breed gold fish in a tank, I never stopped searching the tank for additional number of gold fish.

 

One day after finishing my household chores, I sat near the tank to watch my favorite pair. The two went on swimming all around the tank and they never stopped to send back my glance. At the middle of the tank, there was a miniature house built with broken ceramic tiles. The miniature house looked cute with its single door entrance and the two open windows below the sliding roof.

 

The house even had a chimney. Little black and white mollies