Narrative Writing

L.I. To use the features of narrative writing.


As the busy people bustled around the nippy street, Jim Jarvis dashed to the bakery for a delectable chocolate cake. His feet were numb with cold but he didn't care. He kept on dodging through the industrious crowds. Very soon, he arrived at the bakery. His shilling was as hot as coal in his clammy fist.
"Mrs Hodder! Mrs Hodder, where are you? I've got a shilling to buy a cake! It's Ma's last one, so make it big!" called Jim from the front room. Subsequently, the baker ambled in. She was a short, stout woman with wispy hair. She tottered back into the back room, then after about ten seconds, she came back with a ginormous chocolate cake, oozing with a melted chocolate filling. Jim darted back home clutching the cake to his chest, the palatable smell invading his nose.


After a while, he arrived home. His sisters, Lizzie and Emily, had their backs turned on him.
"I've got the cake, I've got the cake!" sang Jim mockingly.
"Shush! Ma's asleep," Lizzie and Emily snapped.
"But she's been sleeping for three days!" Jim protested. He was getting more and more distraught about his ma by the second.
"Be quiet and eat your cake, Jim," scolded Emily.
"What about Ma?" enquired Jim.
"She ain't eatin' no more," replied Lizzie.
"But-" started Jim.
"Shut your pie-hole and eat, Jim!" yelled Emily and Lizzie. The children tried to savour it but it grew cold before they could finish it. In front of the warmth of the hearth, they drifted off to sleep.


The next morning, Jim was abruptly woken up by the sound of a slamming door. It was none other than the volatile Mr Spink.
"Annie Jarvis! Where's your rent money? I bet you've gone and wasted or hidden it, haven't you? Hang on, forget that, have you been eating cake?" snarled Mr Spink.


By Haddy, 5G