Narrative Practice

Question 1

Phrase 1

Answer 1

The (setting) was ablaze with a fiery red light that stretched as far as the eye could see. As I (action), I could feel the weight of the sun bearing down on me, trying to halt my progress.

Question 2

Phrase 2

Answer 2

The searing heat pounded against my forehead, but I refused to be defeated. I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists in my pockets, and pushed forward, determined to overcome the sun’s omnipotent force.

Question 3

Phrase 3

Answer 3

I stared into the distance to distract myself from the dark obfuscation of light that seeped into my soul, undermining me from inside. In my sight I saw the blur of a (place) in the distance that brought me a glimmer of solace to my inner being. It glowed with a radiant sheen of light and (description), but all I could think about were the memories I had with it.

Question 4

Phrase 4

Answer 4

I longed to hear the soothing sound of (sound) and escape the blazing sun, returning me to a simpler time before my solitude nurtured my extreme sensitivity and suffocating silence of long, sleepless nights. I yearned for the rapture and tranquillity of my childhood (object).

Question 5

Phrase 5

Answer 5

The sound of the waves had grown fainter and lazier in my weightless head, but the sun continued to pound relentlessly on my taut skin. It reminded me of my burned, freckled cheeks that my mother scolded me for. The beads of sweat that would gather on our lively and joyful faces, as we would play in the (place) and never grasp the shortness of our euphoric times.

Question 6

Phrase 6

Answer 6

Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes, obscuring my vision with a warm film of moisture. My sight was distorted by a veil of tears and salt, while the sun’s rays beat down on my skull like clashing cymbals. I vaguely felt the sharp blade of a knife piercing my soul, paining me for the insolence I showed to the beings who loved me more than any person whom I interacted with in these frivolous times of mine.

Question 7

Phrase 7

Answer 7

As I adjusted my lean body to the back support of the rotted, mahogany wooden bench, I admired the tender petals of the (adjective) flowers, that would revive once more to rejoice in their new lease of life