NARRATIVE

1.      The Purpose Of Narrative

The purpose of narrative is to entertain, to tell a story, or to amuse the readers. Narrative can be imaginary, factual, or a combination of both.

2.        Types Of Narrative

The following are many types of narrative

®    Fairytales

®    Folktales

®    Fables

®    Science fiction

®    Romance stories

®    Horror stories

®    Adventure stories

®    Myths and legends

®    Ballads

®    Slice life

®    Personal experience

Generic Structure

1.      Orientation

Who were involved in the story, when and where introduces specific participant and setting.

2.      Complication

A problem arises followed by other problems. Complication explores the conflict in the story. It shows the crisis, rising crisis, and climax of the story.

3.      Resolution

It shows the situaton wich the problems have been resolved. In other words, resolution is a solution for the problem.

Grammar Focus

-        Narrative uses past tense

-        It also uses cronological order.

EXAMPLE

The Garden Bed

            When George was about six years old, he got a hatchet as a present of his birthday from his mother. He was really happy. He went about chopping everything that came his way.

            One day, as he played in the garden, he found a beautiful, young English cherry tree, of which his father was most proud. He cut the the tree with his hatchet so that it died.

            Some time after this, his father discovered what had happened to his favorite tree. He came into the house in great anger, and demanded to know who the mischievous person was who had cut away the tree. Nobody could tell him anything about it.

            Just then George, with his little hatchet, came into the room.

            “ George,’ said his father, “do you know who has killed my beautiful little cherry tree in the garden?”.

            This was a hard qwestion to answer, and for a moment George was shocked by it, but quickly recovering himself the cried.

            “ I cannot tell a lie, father, you know I cannot tell a lie! I did cut it with my little hatchet.”

            The anger died out of his father’s face, and taking the boy tenderly in his arms, he said.

            “My soon, that you should not be afraid to tell the thruth is more to me than a housand trees! Yes, thought they were blossomed with silver and had leaves of the purest gold!”