Personal Narrative Essay: A Journey To The Beach

With vivid description in a story, readers can imagine and feel as if they are living the story with the characters. In the short stories “Scarlet Ibis,” “The Most Dangerous Game,” and “The Veldt,” each author uses detailed imagery to create a suspenseful atmosphere, keeping their readers on the edge of their seats. Short stories are a great way for authors to heighten the tension of the story because readers usually read these in one sitting, allowing them to quickly realize the outcome of the story. In all three short stories the authors use imagery to illustrate a suspenseful build up making readers excited to finish reading. “The five o'clocks by the chimney still marked time, but the oriole nest in the elm was untenanted and rocked

.. There was cannibalism in our village. … The air was filled with odor of decomposing bodies. The wind carried this odor far and wide.

Tears started to stream down your face. You felt around the bone and flesh. You hissed and grit your teeth. It stung. Bad.

I had destroyed the majestic carpet, it was shattered in pieces while I heard a mournful scream racing around the room, the master exasperatedly grabbed my leg and ruthlessly swung me across the room into the tomb as I went into survival mode. The tomb was an old filthy cistern, buried under the court with a slippery stairway leading up to the rusty iron door covered with vines. There was no light down there besides the sun rays that managed to brutally flash through the cracks and holes. The tomb had very little air, you nearly suffocated. It feels like someone is grabbing your throat and squeezing it.

I smiled gently as my feet sunk into the warm sands of the Punta Cana coast. During a short snorkeling expedition on the magnificent coral reefs, I was abruptly awoken by a loud series of bangs. Who was outside the door this time of night? As the banging got louder, my anger quickly morphed into terror. My mind began racing with the infinite possibilities awaiting me outside the safety of my bedroom.

E.B White’s story about “Once More to the Lake” describes intimate details of his experiences as a child visiting the lake for 1 month every August growing up. His use of long, poetic comprehensive sentences, with elaborate particulars gives the reader a thorough sense of his experiences. The time he takes to illustrate the smells and sounds gives the writing great meaning and holds the readers interest. The details he uses to elaborate on the sound of the inboard and outboard motors provide stunning descriptions. For instance, White indicates that “in the daytime, in the hot mornings, these motors made a petulant, irritable sound (White, 99).

Using distinctively visual, sensory language and dramatic devices in texts allows the reader and audience to view as well as participate and relate to different emotions. In the fictional play “Shoe Horn Sonata” written by John Misto, 1995, Misto sets the scene by using dramatic devices to address the extremely confronting circumstances that the protagonists, Sheila and Bridie experience. Similarly, in the poem “Beach Burial” by Kenneth Slessor, 1944, Slessor too uses extremely strong visual language on the subject of war to overcome the gruesome realities of the subject matter. Misto’s play “Shoe Horn Sonata” shares the impacting journey two young women are forced to face, spending 1287 days in captivity in a Sumatran war camp, during world war two.

This morning was hell. The will to lift myself from my friend’s couch waned exponentially and spoiled my insides, costing me my first class of the day. Consciousness devolved into a haunted, sleepless void. I want to die. How my friends convinced me to get up that day, I don’t know, but every aspect of my surroundings was plagued with a layer of desaturation; my gut, caked with viscous contempt; my wrist, decorated with gnarled, carmine stripes.

The Mackinac Express “I’m so bored, Dad.” I groaned. I slumped against the boathouse wall. Even though I typically hate boats, I vividly recall being so irritated that the ferry hadn’t come yet. I was at Star Line 's boathouse on Mackinac Island, and we had been waiting for at least 20 minutes for a ferry.

Dark circles, like half moons, looming under his lifeless eyes. His shaggy hair is bleached by the powerful sunlight and specks of dried leaf lay askew between the strands. His deeply tanned skin almost matches the color of the dirt that is plastered to every square inch of his body. His legs and arms are scrawny after days without a proper meal. “One eye was slit in his puffy cheek and a great scab had formed on his left knee.”

Reading Journal 1. 3.05 Poe describes the sensations of being buried alive. What imagery does Poe use to help you hear, see, smell, and feel? The unendurable oppression of the lungs- The suffocating fumes from the damp earth-

Slessor has also used oxymorons to reiterate the extreme loss of life and the issues surrounding the burial of soldiers. The title ‘Beach Burial’ is an oxymoron since the beach is commonly associated with happiness with family and friends not death and makeshift graves. Slessors’ subdued choice of title intrigues the reader and makes them question his choice of words therefore making them want to read the poem. A final poetic device used is metaphors.

A vacation is the best when you are with your best friend and family. Myrtle Beach has all kinds of things you can do from cool activities to boardwalks and finally being in the ocean. A vacation has a lot of fun things to do and to see when your there sowe did a lot of stuff. One thing about Myrtle beach was the cool activities. First, we went to the sky wheel, it was so high up you could see everything.

I had never ending waves filling my eyes. I was as forlorn as a new widow and and felt bruised and sorrowful as the black stone under the blue sea. Nothing made sense. My life was over. Sometimes I wondered if she had 'gone on ' to some place and just did not want to come back.

Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.