My Fictional Narrative

In class, we are learning to write narratives. Of course, I already knew how but being taught again helped me improve my writing. Like, when I grow up, I want to become an author. Without revision, I wouldn't have noticed some key aspects in my and tips in my literature. Hope you enjoy it!

Orientation

Animals ran amuck in the glistening beams of sunshine and the thriving verdure smothered civilizations precious, ruined skyscrapers. The inky, blue sky was bleached behind the polluted, unfriendly clouds that hung limply in its grasp. The lack of bustling people was just as deafening as the animals roars were. The island was intruded with endless, emerald green grass. One lone person wandered around the forsaken earth and was foraging in search of the thing that could banish her solitude. “I’ll find it when pigs fly,” spoke Maline laughing at her own joke.                    

Problem

Movement. Her hazel eyes veered over to the forest where she had heard a faint rustle in the leaves. Her hand glowed with blue hexagons running down her arm. She heard it again. Then, the glowing in her died down. Fearful, Maline walked over slowly in her tattered shoes. She approached the thick, dense bush. Peeping through the luscious, secretive leaves. Nothing. A sigh of relief and disappointment came from Maline as she wandered off to get the key to finding humanity. 

                  

 Complication

Maline arrived at the once-bustling city and hunted for it. A large black vault. As Maline steadily walked towards the vault she thought, how would she open the box that could hold the key to humanity’s freedom? She looked out the shattered window and realized how to open the ‘secure’ vault. She ran over to the box and pushed with all the strength she had left inside of her. The vault fell and crashed with a deafening thump on the cracked pavement. Flying down the stairs to the vault, Maline hurriedly opened it and there it was. A phone. Her arm lit up with blue hexagons once more and the phone powered on. The coordinates of humanity’s prison flashed on the screen. Her face illuminated with excitement.     

                                                                              Conclusion

Then, she heard it- the buzz of a drone. Maline dashed away from the vault with the phone in hand. She hid behind a large marble pillar that was blanketed in vines and damp, thick moss. The colossal drone flew past her hiding place. Relief washed over her. Maline followed the coordinates on the phone to humanity’s prison. Days passed. She had reached her destination. Walking up to the thick, titanium doors Maline placed her hands on them. Electrifying blue hexagons flowed throughout her entire body and her hazel eyes turned an electrifying blue as well. All of her strength and all of her energy was put into this. Slowly but surely, the steel doors started to open. People rushed out and sunlight flooded the darkened room. Maline searched frantically for her family. “Mum! Dad!” Were they even here? She thought, her high hopes diminishing. She stopped in her tracks and looked straight across the crowded room. There they were. Maline jumped into her parent’s arms. Tears of joy flooded down her hot, red cheeks. She was home.