Model Answer: Narrative Writing (Cambridge (CIE) IGCSE English Language)
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Model Answer: Narrative Writing
In Section B of Paper 2, you will be given the choice of four titles: Questions 2 and 3 will be descriptive writing titles, and Questions 4 and 5 will be narrative writing titles. Each of the options is worth 40 marks and you are only required to choose one of them (either descriptive or narrative). While descriptive writing will contain elements of narration, and vice versa, it is important to be aware that there is a distinction between the two styles of writing and you should shape your responses accordingly. You should therefore consider all four choices before selecting the one you feel will best allow you to demonstrate your skills as a writer.
The following guide will provide you with a narrative writing model answer, based on a past paper task.
Planning your narrative writing
Once you have decided on your choice of title from the options, you should spend 10 minutes planning your writing.
Let’s take this narrative writing task as an example:
“Write a story which involves an injustice”
We can use a five-part narrative structure to plan our response:
Step 1 | Exposition/setting |
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Step 2 | Rising action |
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Step 3 | Climax |
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Step 4 | Falling action |
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Step 5 | Resolution |
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Narrative writing model answer
The following model answer demonstrates a top-mark response to the above task:
Unannotated model answer
The house had been the epitome of life and joy, and yet it was now dead. It was merely a shadow of its former glory, for the house was no longer alive, and never would be again. Sunlight no longer danced through the windows and sounds of laughter were no longer heard; all that was left were the remains of a long since dead house. Cobwebs littered the wooden slats and broken walls. Dusty light-fittings stared down miserably at a table that would never again be laden with food and fun, and chairs that had not been warm for years stood redundantly, forgetful of their original purpose. As I stood in the hallway, the quiet crept through the empty rooms towards me, mocking me with its oppressive silence. The house was not always dead. I can wistfully recall all of my visits to this once beautiful place. Every summer holiday, my parents brought me to this house, where my grandparents lived, and their parents before them. Living in the city, I urged for this escape: my summers spent in nature were filled with joy and laughter. The bright sunshine, the gentle winds and the peace that had been introduced to me in this wonderful place were the things I now treasured. My sister and I would spend hours climbing the trees surrounding the house, building dens and having endless adventures, before returning, wild and weary, for our family meal and the analysis of the day. Our favourite spot was our treehouse, lovingly made by my grandfather and decked out by my grandmother with cushions, toys and books. There was a ladder for climbing up and a rope to swing down. My sister, not as confident at climbing as me, was only allowed to climb up and swing down under my supervision. But one summer I had grown weary of supervising her. I wanted some time alone, to listen to music, mope about and generally be a teenager. My sister became a pest; a fly to be regularly swatted away with an irritated flick of my hand. I resented having to be the responsible older brother. That was why I was slouched on the sofa with my headphones on when my mother rushed past me, swiftly followed by my grandparents. The sun was still bright; the wind still gently grazed the trees, but now it was different. One moment, without supervision, and a slip of a foot meant that our favourite tree would never be scaled again.
It was twenty years before I returned. At first, I thought I had arrived at the wrong house. I could not match the ruin standing before me with the bright, happy place I had known. Flowers of all colours had filled the elegant front garden, but now there were just weeds. In that one simple house, birthdays had been celebrated, fireworks were launched and laughs were shared. Now, it was a mere shadow. It was no longer alive, and never would be again. And the blame and sense of unfairness - well, that will stay with me forever. |
Commentary
The first paragraph uses personification to set the scene
The story then shifts to the past, with ambitious word choices
The climax of the story indicates a shift in tone, with indirect characterisation used to make it believable
Nature imagery is repeated throughout the story
The falling action describes the aftermath and links to the focus of the story’s title: “injustice”
The story finishes by returning to nature imagery and personification
Summary
Remember, plan the order and “flow” of your story
Stick to one setting and no more than two main characters
Vary your sentence and paragraph lengths
Employ imagery and literary devices to bring your story to life
Use indirect characterisation to make your characters realistic and believable
Consider your story as a “scene” in a film:
It is not necessary to know everything about your characters
It is better to immerse the reader with vivid “showing” techniques, such as sensory imagery and interesting vocabulary
Write with technical accuracy
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