Narrattive

Narrative

Definition of Narrative
Narrative is a text focusing specific participants. Its social function is to tell stories or past events and entertain the readers.
Generic Structure of Narrative
A narrative text will consists of the following structure:
1. Orientation: Introducing the participants and informing the time and the place
2. Complication: Describing the rising crises which the participants have to do with
3. Resolution: Showing the way of participant to solve the crises, better or worse
Language Features of Narrative
• Using processes verbs
• Using temporal conjunction
• Using Simple Past Tense
Exampel Teks Narrative
Text 1
I Would Do It for Love
Once upon a time in a far away land, lived two families called the Darlan family and the Meissner family. The Darlan family had a daughter named Naya, while the Meissner family had a son named Arman. Naya and Arman had been friends since childhood and had lived in the country side for sixteen years of their life.
Unfortunately, one day, the Darlan family was called upon by the king as the family's men were very fine blacksmiths. The Darlan family had to move to the town because of the Kings demand. So Naya and Arman for the first time said goodbye to each other. Secretly, Arman vowed to work hard so that he could also work in town and finally meet Naya again.
Two years later, Arman had mastered some skills he thought he could put in good use in the town. Fulfilling his promise, he traveled to town and started to search for Naya. It was not a hard task, Naya's father had been granted the title of Duke by the King! Hurriedly, he visited Naya's own castle, but to his dismay, Naya did not want to meet him. "Maybe she is busy," he said to himself.
His determination to meet Naya did not waver, Arman found work as a builder in town. Each day, after work he would visit Naya's castle, but each day Naya refused to meet him. A few weeks passed by, Arman became sick, sick because he could not meet the childhood friend he so dearly loved. He had abandoned his work, making his friends he made at the working place concerned.
"Go and meet him once again Arman! Maybe this time you will be in luck!" said one.
"No. Maybe I was putting too much hope for her to love me. After all, we were just childhood friends."
His friends decided to visit Naya's castle themselves, to tell her that Arman his childhood friend, who fell in love with her is in an ill state. To their surprise, Naya agreed to meet them and heared that Arman was sick.
"Tell him to go to the forest and find a wooden house," said Naya.
"And after that? What should he do my Lady?" asked one of Arman's friend.
"He will find the answer once he finds the house," answered Naya mysteriously.
The friends came back to Arman and told him about the happy news. Arman suddenly stood up from his bed and felt refreshed as though nothing has happened before.
The next day Arman journeyed to the forest and found the wooden house Naya had mentioned. An old lady, with hideous boils on her face, crooked body, and white tangled hair that was very filthy greeted Arman.
"Excuse me, is Lady Naya here? She told me to come here," asked Arman.
"No, Lady Naya is not here. But she left a message I must tell you," said the old lady with a croaky voice.
"What is it?"
"She said, if you really love her, you must prove it. And to prove it, you must marry me!"
Because of his love, the love he had felt since childhood for Naya, Arman did not hesitate to answer.
"If that is what she wants, I would do it. I would do it for love!"
Suddenly, the old lady wailed and ran towards a small lake in front of the house. She bathed her face with water and to Arman's surprise, it was Nayna staring back at him. She had cleaned the make up she was wearing and pulled of the wig she also wore to disguise herself as an old lady.
"Arman, I was only testing you. And now I know what I must do. I will share the rest of my life with you. Because, because I would do it for love!"
Arman was very happy that Naya had the same feelings for him. And so, they lived happily ever after.
Text 2
A Visit to Dracula’s Castle
I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with a loud grating noise, and the great door swung back.
Within stood a tall old man, clean-shaven but for a long, white moustache, and dressed in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere. He held in his hand an old, silver lamp in which the flame burned without a chimney or glass of any kind, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door. The old man motioned me in with his right hand with a courtly gesture, saying in excellent English but with a strange accent, ‘Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own willl’
He did not step forward to meet me, but stood like a statue, as though he were turned into stone. The instant however that 1 stepped over the threshold, he stepped forward and, holding out his hand, grasped mine with a strength, which made me wince. His hand felt as cold as ice — more like the hand of a dead man than a living one.
Again he said, ‘Welcome to my house. I am Dracula and I bid you enter. Come in, Mr. Harker, the night air is chill and you must eat and rest.’
I came out of my room and went up stone stairs to a window where I could look out over Sheer space to the opposite wall of the castle. What I saw was the Count’s head coming out of a window.
Then I saw the whole body of the man slowly emerge from the window and begin to crawl down the castle wall over that dreadful sheer abyss, face down, with his cloak spreading out about him like great wings. I saw his fingers and toes grasp the corners of the stones where the mortar had eroded, and in this way he moved downwards with great speed - like a lizard darting along a wall. Is this a man or some sort of monster that looks like a man. I am filled with the dread of this horrible place. I am in awful fear and there is no escape for me. I am surrounded with terrors that I dare not think of....
Text 3
The Nightingale and the Red Rose
A young student loved a beautiful girl. He said,” l am going to go to a dance tonight, and I am going to take the beautiful girl”
But the girl said,” Lam not going to go to the dance tonight, because have not got a red rose.”
“I went to a dance last week, and I put a red rose on my white dress. All of the people said, “That is very beautiful,” and I was happy.”
The student said,” lam going to bring you red rose, and then lam going to take you to the dance.”
The beautiful girl was happy.
The student went to his garden, but there were not any roses in it. He sat on a bench, and he cried. He said, “The beautiful girl is not going to come to the dance tonight, because I have not got a red rose.”
There was a nightingale in a tree in the garden. She loved the student. She said, “His beautiful eyes are red, because he is crying. I am going to bring him a red rose.”
She flew to a big garden, and she went to a bush. There were roses on it. This bush loved songs. The nightingale said, “Do you want a song?”
The bush said, “Yes, I do.
The nightingale said, “And I want a rose.”
The bush said, “Sing me a song, and then take one of my roses.”
The nightingale sang a beautiful song, and then she said, “Now lam going to take a red rose.”
The bush said, “But (have not got any red ones. All of mine are white.”
The nightingale said,” Love the studàt, and I am going to give him a red rose.”
There were big thorns on the bush. The nightingale flew to one of them. There was a beautiful, white rose under it. • The nightingale pushed the thorn into her breast. It hurt a lot, but she pushed it into her Heart. Blood came out. It fell on the white rose.
The nightingale said, “The rose is red now.”
She took it, and she flew to the student’s window. She put the rose down, and she knocked at the window. Then she fell into the street. She was dead.
The student went to the window, and he opened it.
He said, ”There is a beautiful red rose here. Who put it here?”
He was very happy.
He ran to the beautiful girl’s house, and he said, “I have brought you a red rose.”
The girl looked at it, and she said,” I do not want it. A rich man has brought me some jewels.
They are more beautiful than a rose. He is going to take me to the dance.”
The student went home again. He threw the rose out of the window, and it fell on the dead nightingale.
A wheel crushed both of them, and people said, “Our Streets are very dirty. Look at that dead bird, and look at that dirty flower


Text 4
SOUL MATES
I felt a thrill in my heart. I looked at him as he mouthed the words “After school”. I smiled and nodded.
There was something mysterious about Alfred that fascinated me. He was very good in all his studies and excellent in sports. Yet, no one knew anything about him. His nickname was ‘Alien’. Some of the girls passed the word about that he had come from another planet. No one knew where he Lived, or who his parents were, or even what he did after school. When asked he always said something funny and changed the subject. Somehow I had become drawn to him and we had become the best of friends. This was a breakthrough for him as he was generally shy with girls. I had been pestering him for days about his background. As his best friend I believed I had a right to know. Earlier that day, during recess, I had told him that our friendship was over unless he ‘came clean’ about everything. I was vindicated; he was going to tell me all.
When .1 met him after school, he jerked his head to indicate that I should follow him. He walked very fast and I hurried after him. He was silent as we waited at the bus stop. I touched his arm to tell him that I was there. That made him starts, as apparently his mind was far away. We took the bus to its terminal at Tampines and got off. I wondered why he lived so far from school and why he did not go to a school nearby. As he was so quiet, I decided not to interrupt his thoughts again and waited for him to tell me. Anyway, I was sure the mystery would be solved that day.
I walked with him as he walked through the blocks. I thought he was taking me to his apartment. Then he stopped in front of .a temple. I was stunned. He led the way and I followed. I climbed the stairs till the top floor. He pointed to a nun sitting in deep meditation. Suddenly I realised where I was. I was at an orphanage. I heard sobbing and turned to see Alfred in tears. Just then the nun opened her eyes and got up to hug him. She looked over his shoulders at me and to the question in my eyes replied in a barely audible whisper, “Both his parents died in an air crash when he ‘.‘~As three,” Alfred sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. I felt miserable and empty within.
Later when we were seated in the lounge drinking tea, I reached out and put my arms around him. He looked long and deep into my eyes. I realised that he felt about me the same way I felt about him. I felt a forward and kissed him gently. “You are not an orphan anymore,” I whispered, “I wilt be everything — father, mother, sister, brother and girlfriend – to you,”
That was the end of our friendship and the beginning of a lifelong romance.

Text 5
JURASSIC PARK
Jurassic Park is a theme park in which living dinosaurs roam. The most terrible of these is the flesh-eating Tyrannosaurus Rex, which escapes when the protective electric fence surrounding the park ceases to operate. It then attacks the car in which the youngsters, Tim and Lex, are trying to shelter.
There was another jolting impact, and pieces of glass fell all around him. Tim felt rain. He looked up and saw that the front windshield had broken out. There was just a ragged rim of glass and, beyond, the big head of the dinosaur.
Looking down at him.
Tim felt a sudden chill and then the head rushed forward toward him, the jaws open. There was the squeal of metal against teeth, and he felt the hot stinking breath of the animal and a thick tongue stuck into the car through the windshield opening. The tongue slapped wetly around inside the car-he felt the hot lather of dinosaur saliva —and the tyrannosaur roared — a deafening sound inside the car —The head pulled away abruptly.
Tim scrambled up; avoiding the dent in the roof there was stillroom to sit on the front seat by the passenger door. The tyrannosaur stood in the rain near the front fender. It seemed confused by what had happened to it. Blood dripped freely from its jaws.
The tyrannosaur looked at Tim, cocking its head to stare with one big eye. The head moved close to the car, sideways, and peered in. Blood spattered on the dented hood of the Land Cruiser, mixing with the rain.
It can’t get to me, Tim thought. It’s too big.
Then the head pulled away, and in the flare of lightning he saw the hind leg lift up. And the world tilted crazily as the Lana Cruiser slammed over on its side, the windows splitting in the mud. He saw Lex fall helplessly against the side window, and he fell down beside her, banging his head. Tim felt dizzy. Then the tyrannosaur’s jaws clamped onto the window frame, and the whole Land Cruiser was lifted up into the air, and shaken.
‘Timmy!’ Lex shrieked, so near to his ear that it hurt. She was suddenly awake, and he grabbed her as the tyrannosaur crashed the car down again. Tim felt a stabbing pain in his side, and his sister fell on top of him. The car went up again, tilting crazily. Lex shouted ‘Timmy!’ and he saw the door give way beneath her, and she fell out of the car into the mud, but Tim couldn't answer, because in the next instant everything swung crazily — he saw the trunks of the palm trees sliding downward past him —moving sideways through the air — he glimpsed the ground very far below — the hot roar of the tyrannosaur — the blazing eye — the tops of the palm trees.
And then, with a metallic scraping shriek, the car fell from the tyrannosaur’s jaws, a sickening fall, and Tim’s stomach heaved in the moment before the world became totally black, and silent.