Writing
Writing Narrative
Kyle Lu
October 9, 2015
Narrative Writing
My (Almost) Average Sunday
This was a Sunday, almost as normal as any other Sunday. Well, it really depends on what you describe ‘almost’ as. Anyway, let’s get started! (And don't lean against the fourth wall. It will break.) It was about eight forty five, and I was still asleep. I am usually like this on weekends, and in about a few minutes I would probably wake up, then be really lazy and lay in bed for a little while more, then get dressed. Then, suddenly, a few ENTIRE minutes went by, and then I woke up! As predicted, I was quite lazy, and I stayed in bed for a few more moments, and then got dressed to eat breakfast. Also, you may be wondering, where is the suspense? The action? The anything for that matter? Well, be patient, we will get to that.
Meanwhile, our character I was heading down the stairs to eat breakfast. Breakfast was normal, with generic brand cereal and milk. So far, my day was normal, as I was sitting in the kitchen reading my book, eating. After I finished my cereal, I brushed my teeth, and went to my room to work on his latest project, the guide to everything in life that is physically and mentally possible. However, what I do in my room is confidential, so I cannot disclose any more information than I already have. I am usually so engrossed in my projects so that I work on them so much, I in fact decide that it is a complete waste of time and throws them away. Generally, this would go on for a few hours at most generally ending up at around eleven thirty-ish, about one and a half hours before my usual lunch time.
Between now and lunch, I go on my computer and do computer-y stuff, like playing simulators, like Kerbal Space Program, Fishing Planet, and other things, like Empyrion. Anyway, when I am on the computer, you can expect me to be experimenting with something stupid. Of course, by now, you are most likely wondering, “This has been TWO entire paragraphs! Where is the suspense or anything?” Congratulations! You would be in fact correct, as I had finished a very quick lunch and a slight time warp and have moved on to his usual main computer binge of the day, and in fact it is about 04:32:25:01 PM right now, and he is getting quite hungry.
I don't usually get up for a snack in the middle of my computer shenanigans, so if I do, you can probably bet I am really hungry. Or thirsty, because I, for some reason, had a cough on that day, and had to get a mug of water. By now, I was very much quite hungry, and finally (to my better judgement), got up and decided to go and eat a sandvich.
By now, the reader (you) is most likely still wondering where the suspense is. Or the action. Well [insert reader's name here], you have EARNED A Non-EXISTENT PRIZE! Well, kind of. There in fact, is no action in this story. Therefore, if you came to this story looking for action, please kindly remove your eyes from this page and close the tab. If, in fact, you are reading this on a sheet of paper, please kindly throw this away (in the recycling can) and leave the room. However, there is suspense! I, am right now, frozen in time while leaping two steps at a time down the 16 (or 17) step staircase during while future me explains this to you. Okay, so I am sprint-leaping to the fridge, in slow motion, with the Olympic running music playing (Yes, I do know what it is called, it is Chariots of Fire), with a stupidly large grin plastered on my face as I pries open the fridge door, grabbing a generic brand sandwich, and STUFFING IT INTO MY FACE.
After that, nothing particularly interesting happened, and the day continued on as usual. I, after vigorously stuffing the generic brand sandwich into my face, had returned upstairs to work on developing my Lockheed C-5 Galaxy aircraft. Anyway, I am just about getting ready for bed, and here my day ends. And I lived Happily Ever After, besides the fact that nothing happy ever happens.
Description of Peice
In this assignment, I was supposed to do be able to create a vaguely interesting narrative able to captivate the reader's interest and maintain it until the end. At least, that was what I heard, when the teacher described the assignment, or at least vaguely that. Remember that. This assignment shows that I can argue that almost anything is possible, and also shows that I can write amazingly great stories. Not bragging, mind you, the teacher said that herself. True story. Anyway, it also shows that I have a writing style that, in my opinion, is capable of mixing the right amount of humor, tension, and boringness, because no book is without boring. This shows my abilities and growth over time, because I remember one of my very first stories, and it was an amazing story. It goes that there was a king, a king who loved yams. One day, he microwaved a yam, and set it onto his table to cool. When he came back, the yam was gone! So he repeated the process, and repeayed and repeated, but each time the yam went missing! Then he made a laser death ray to vaporize anyone who touched his yam, etc, etc. This story was probably better than that one, but I still like it. From that to this, however, shows growth, although I like my writing style from then and am sad that school no longer accepts that (I used some elements of that style of writing in this, however I got a lower grade, which is terrible).
Self Assesment
Some of the strongest parts of my work is the humor. In fact, most people either laugh or mention the lack of humor in the work, or do both, even though it seems paradoxical. True story. I took the risk that the teacher would say no to the humor (and she did say no, sad me is sad). One thing I hope to improve upon next time is to use LESS humor while making it MORE funny. And yes, although it seems impossible, you do kind of have to think about it for a bit. (The less humor you use, if you would like it to stay the same amount of funny, you have to use better jokes with less, and not more terrible jokes. I think.)
Learning and Application
I learned that humor is not that affective, and if I use content, it was super affective! No matter how many pokeon jokes I make, I don't actually play pokemon or anything. I think I was pretty sucessful with making people laugh, so I learned that fun>learning>grades>homework. I mean really, homework is just saying that the teachers are not capable of teaching the stuff they need to teach in school! If you really were an awesome teacher, we wouldn't have homework. Ha! This peice reminds me of how I write my Fat Raccoon stories, of which are fabulous and are much better than this. This peice has not really better prepared me for anything.
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