NARRATIVE ESSAY EXAMPLE: MY TOP DESTINATION WHERE FEW PEOPLE GO

“I have always been keen on traveling. Seeing new sights always inspires me, regardless of whether it is
nature or urban landscapes. Being a little under 30, I had already been almost everywhere in the US, as
well as in Canada, Mexico, and most Caribbean countries, but I was still only dreaming and vaguely
planning to cross the Atlantic and visit Europe. I dreamt of seeing London, Paris, Venice, etc., but my first
real chance came as a surprise.

A friend with whom we haven’t talked for ages wrote to congratulate me on my birthday. We started
talking, and it turned out that he now works as a volunteer for a human rights NGO in Lviv, Ukraine! He
invited me over, and I thought to myself, “Let’s do this now! No point delaying your trip to Europe any
further!” I immediately went on to book a plane ticket and found out that the best price ticket was in
only one week! I saw it as yet another sign telling me that I must travel there as soon as possible. I knew
little to nothing about Ukraine and its culture and had no time to research it properly, which added to
my excitement.

Needless to say that what I saw in Ukraine turned out to be completely different from any place I had
visited so far. Ukraine occupies a territory a little smaller than Texas, which is big by European measures.
As my friend explained to me, every region has its significant peculiarities, and West Ukraine is no
exception.

Descriptive ESSAY EXAMPLE: about Place

Everyone has some imaginary place where he or she hides from real-world troubles and worries. Some
go back to that place before they go to sleep just to dream about something pleasant and release their
mind from stress. Others visit that place when they meditate – exercise their mind by consciously
controlling feelings and emotions. I like meditating as well and find this practice extremely helpful for
my emotional well-being. One of the exercises I typically perform is going to my imaginary place where I
feel calm, relaxed, and comfortable and where I can get rid of negative emotions and obtrusive
thoughts. I would like to describe this place to you in detail.

I have enjoyed nature since my childhood, so my imaginary place is the wildlife located far away from
cities and people. It has everything I like – high mountains with snow peaks, green hills, meadows, and
woods. It resembles the Yosemite national park, Swiss Alps, and English countryside at the same time.
My imaginary place has much fresh air that is filled with rich smells of wood and flowers. It is always
sunny there, so one does not need to wear a jacket and hat. There is no one else except for me and wild
animals and birds in this perfect place of peace and calm.

When I come to this place, I walk different paths. One day, I like climbing the hill to reach the cliff from
which I can see the whole plane at my feet. The air in this place is especially fresh and cool, but it is not
cold here since the sun always shines at me from the deep blue sky. I like this place because I can watch
the clouds come and go, but they never bother me because they are small and puffy like cream. I like to
imagine that these are my thoughts that I can control when I need to or simply watch them pass by
when I want to let my mind be completely free. This place is good to visit when I feel stressed and need
to escape negative emotions and thoughts that bother me.

Another place I like to visit is the riverbank with green grass, flowers, and large wide-branching trees
where I can sit and watch the water flowing calmly. This place is for a long, relaxed meditation. Here, I
can walk barefoot on the warm grass, lie in it and watch the sky above, or stroll along the river bank.
Sometimes, I go to my favourite tree that grows in the meadow nearby. It has many leaves that shuffle
when the mild wind touches them, and this sound is extremely relaxing. The tree has a large dark brown
body with strong roots on which I love to seat. I like watching the shades on the grass and listening to
the birds singing above my head. I am not alone in this place, as there is also a horse-eating grass on the
meadow. When I need to clear my head, I ride that horse fast. I love this experience because when I
imagine myself to be an experienced rider, I feel confident and free.

Finally, there is a location in my imaginary place that I visit only on special occasions. I love feeling
comfortable and warm, but sometimes, I need to step out of my comfort zone and try something
challenging. So, I climb high to the mountains and slow peaks, leaving behind the calm and peace of
sunny forests and meadows. This place is both spectacular and dangerous at the same time. It has steep
cliffs and sheer drops, so I should be focused and attentive. When I reach the snow peak, there is
nothing except the blue sky, blinding sunlight, and snow. Being in such a place allows me to remember
that challenges are an integral part of my life and that I should embrace them to develop personally and
emotionally. To summarize, my imaginary place reflects the diversity of wildlife and my emotional
experience. It is a place where a man can live in harmony with nature and where the setting can be an
inseparable part of the self.

|| It has all the qualities of wildlife nature where one can see mountains, hills, meadows, and high
snow peaks. In some ways, this place is much better than the real world because it embodies perfect
harmony and stability.||

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NARRATIVE ESSAY EXAMPLE: BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE

“It was the 4th of July, and the summer heat was as blistering as ever in New Mexico. Lilly-Ann, Daniela,
and I – the three best friends – set out to go on a girly picnic as we would every year since we were nine
years old. I had done all my chores and packed the picnic basket the night before, so as soon as I
brushed my teeth and had a coffee, I was ready to dress up and go have a good time with my besties. I
took my beat-up Cherokee and sped down the street to meet up with Daniela; we would pick Lilly-Ann
later.
Daniela and I shared the same birthday – February 27th, 1986. Our moms were also best friends from
high school. They went to the same college and got married the same year. Everyone always laughed at
how it all resembled a generic best-friends-for-life movie or novel. It seemed like Daniela and I were
destined to be best friends. Neither of us had siblings, so we became much like sisters to each other. We
shared all interests and hobbies without exception. We both joined the school’s female soccer team,
and both played in the defence. But, most important of all, we were always there for each other in the
toughest of situations, regardless of how preoccupied either of us might have been.

Our traditional spot for the Independence Day picnic was on the bank of the Beaver River. Here, half a
mile west of the town, it is always as cool as it gets in July in New Mexico. As we were riding the rocky
backroad, my bike was screaking in unison with the fireworks that exploded in the clear sky from the
early morning.

The meadow on our spot always inspired us to go play a little soccer, as we did this time as well. Then,
we felt like we need to freshen up a little, so we went into the river. We even managed to catch a small
catfish, but we let it go. The ride, the soccer, and the swim made us hungry, and we sat down to have
some lunch. We all always pack a little more food than we need for a picnic, so we always have
something of a menu to choose from. We all picked Lilly-Ann’s roasted chicken with pineapple and
mashed potatoes. During and after the meal, we chattered and giggled non-stop as besties like us always
would. Then suddenly, Daniela seized laughing and stared blankly into the water for a moment or two.

Then she turned her eyes to me and uttered: “Promise me we will always be best friends, just like our
moms.” We were light-hearted teenage girls, somewhat airheads even. So, it was a pure shock to hear
Daniela speak so earnestly for the first time since I had known her.

Stunned, without the slightest idea of what was going on, all I could mumble was a faint “I promise.”

By this time, it began to get dark, and my dad had already texted me asking about my whereabouts. So,
we rushed home. Lilly-Ann’s place was the nearest to the river, then was Daniela’s, and mine was the
farthest. As Daniela and I said goodbye and I sat on the bike to be on my way, she was still on the porch
waving goodbye and shouting “Remember your promise,” reminding me of something I couldn’t wish to
forget anyway.

These words ring through my head to this day. A pitch-black Mustang rolled from around the corner and
headed our way.

“Dani…” I cried out as I leapt off the bike and to the side.

Stunned by the loud skiddle of tires and screams, I passed out. After I came to my sense, the first thing I
saw was Daniela’s limp body in her mother’s hands as I heard hysterical weeping. My head suddenly felt
heavy, and my legs felt cotton-like. Dazed, I landed on my behind in slow motion. The air felt thick and
heavy, and I fainted once more. The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed and seeing my
mother sitting next to me, sobbing.

I urged to tell her about my promise, but all I could utter was “Why her?” – and then I burst into tears
myself.

Nobody can take their best friend’s death well. I became antisocial. I barely left my room, and whenever
someone tried to talk to me about anything, I responded with brief and bitter remarks. I wallowed in
myself. Whirlwinds of thoughts circled in my head – Why Daniela? Of all people, why did she have to
die? Couldn’t God pick someone more deserving of death? I could not imagine how I was supposed to
live without her. Nobody could replace her in my life, not even all the people in the world.

After one month of grieving, I finally found the strength to talk to my mother. “Does God love us?” I
asked, “Why does he hurt us?” “My girl,” she said, “He picks the best of us and takes them before the
cruel world can deform them. He turns them into His angels, and Daniela must be your angel now.”

I can’t say that it made me feel any better at the time. But later on, I understood the meaning of my
promise. Daniela is always with me, following me in all the choices I make in life. She is my angel.”