I’d only walked into the little shop on the corner of clover street to pick up a frozen pizza to feed my family that night. I hadn’t intended to come out with anything else. Besides, I didn’t have the spare cash but the chocolates on the counter for my kids were tempting as were the cigarettes. At the till the cashier ran up my bill I knew I didn’t have the money, but I could already see my kids overjoyed faces when I handed them a curly wurly. It was too late and in that split second, I’d made my decision.
I knew it was wrong but I’m impulsive and my fingers ached for me to grab the items and make a run for it. I looked around the small shop, then back at the cashier, and before I had time to change my mind I picked up my things and started to walk towards the door. No guilt or feelings, I was actually doing this. Someone attempted to grab me from behind. A small weasel of a man compared to me, the owner of the shop perhaps. I shoved him back slightly harder than I had meant to and I watched as he flailed his arms about trying to regain balance. I didn’t see him fall, I was already gone running out into the fresh air and towards home. I ran faster and faster and made a sharp left.
“DADDY!” two voices screamed as I handed them their chocolates.
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How does narrative (story telling) differ from a description?
Your story is different to a description because you had a line of dialogue. The dialogue makes the story more lifelike.
How is it more than just a series of events?
Your story is more than just a series of events because you talk about the emotions of the characters and what they are feeling at particular times.