7 junio, 2024

23 Examples of Narrative Texts

The Narrative texts They are stories that follow a series of events that take place in a certain environment and period of time. That story can be real or fictional.

The sequence in which the narrated events occur can be linear; in flash-back (remembering past events), in medias res (when it starts in the middle of the story) or in flash-forward (if it starts at the end).

The normal structure of the narrative text is as follows:

– Introduction. Where the reader is introduced to the environment and the time, in addition to introducing the main characters.

-Knot. Where the problem or main issue of the text arises.

-Outcome. Part where the conflict is resolved.

The role of the characters, as well as that of the narrator himself, can vary according to the author’s wishes. On the other hand, there are main and secondary characters. In the same way, there are narrators in the first, second or third person.

Examples of narrative texts

Next, some examples of the fragments of several famous narratives of universal literature will be shown:

Don Quijote of La Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (1615)

“In a place in La Mancha, whose name I do not want to remember, not long ago there lived a hidalgo of those with a lance in a shipyard, an old shield, a skinny hack and a greyhound for runner.

A pot of something more cow than mutton, salpicón most nights, duels and brokenness on Saturdays, lantils on Fridays, some added pigeon on Sundays, consumed the three parts of his hacienda.

The rest of her concluded a tunic to veil you, fleece leggings for parties, with her slippers of the same, and on weekdays she honored herself with her finest fleece.»

The little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1943)

“—If I gave a general the order to fly from flower to flower like a butterfly, or to write a tragedy, or to transform into a sea bird and the general did not carry out the order received, whose fault would it be, mine or of the?

«It would be your fault,» the little prince told him firmly.

-Exactly. You just have to ask each one, what each one can give —continued the king. Authority rests first of all on reason. If you order your people to throw themselves into the sea, the people will make the revolution. I have the right to demand obedience, because my orders are reasonable.»

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert (1856)

“That man with so much practice did not distinguish the difference of feelings under the equality of expressions.

Because libertine or venal lips had murmured similar phrases to him, he only faintly believed in their candor; it was necessary to reduce, he thought, the exaggerated speeches that hide mediocre affections; as if the fullness of the soul does not sometimes overflow by the most empty metaphors, since no one can ever give the exact measure of its needs, nor of its concepts, nor of its pains, and the human word is like a cauldron cracked in the one we play melodies to make the bears dance, when we want to move the stars.”

Perfume by Patrick Suskind (1985)

“Many times, when this appetizer of abominations was not enough for him to begin with, he would take a little olfactory walk through Grimal’s tannery and indulge in the stench of bloody hides and dyes and fertilizers or imagine the broth of six hundred thousand Parisians in the sweltering heat of the dog days.

Then, suddenly, this was the meaning of the exercise, hatred welled up in him with the violence of orgasm, exploding like a storm against those odors that had dared to offend his illustrious nose.

It fell on them like hail on a field of wheat, pulverized them like a raging hurricane, and drowned them under a purifying deluge of distilled water. So just was his anger and so great was his vengeance.

The odyssey from Homer (8th century BC)

«Dear nurse,» said Penelope, «don’t raise your pleas yet or rejoice excessively. You know very well how welcome I would be in the palace for everyone, and especially for me and for our son, whom we fathered, but this news that you announce to me is not true, but that one of the immortals has killed the illustrious suitors, irritated for his painful insolence and wicked deeds; because they did not respect any of the men who tread the earth, neither the people nor the noble, anyone who came to them.”

The old man and the sea by Ernest Hemingway (1952)

“Those freckles ran down the sides of his face to quite low, and his hands had the deep scars caused by handling the ropes when holding large fish.

But none of these scars were recent. They were as old as the erosions of a barren desert.

Everything about him was old, except his eyes; and these had the same color as the sea and were joyous and undefeated.”

Miss Barbara by Romulo Gallegos (1929)

“The plain is beautiful and terrible at the same time; in it they fit comfortably, beautiful life and atrocious death; It lurks everywhere, but no one fears it there.»

Pantaleon and the visitors by Mario Vargas Llosa (1973)

“Yes, well, before entering Pantilandia I was a “laundress”, as you said, and later at Moquitos. There are those who believe that the «washerwomen» earn horrors and have a great life. A lie of this size, Sinchi.

It’s a hell of a job, really messy, walking all day, your feet get swollen like that and many times just for the sake of it, to return home with the curls done, without having picked up a client.”

The name of the rose by Humberto Eco (1980)

“There are magical moments, of great physical fatigue and intense motor excitement, in which we have visions of people we have met in the past (“en me retraçant ces details, j’en suis à me demander s’ils sont réels, ou bien si je les ai rêvés»).

As I learned later when reading the beautiful little book of the Abbé de Bucquoy, we can also have visions of books not yet written.”

the slaughtered hen by Horacio Quiroga (1917)

“All day, sitting in the patio, on a bench, were the four idiot children of the Mazzini-Ferraz couple. They had their tongues between their lips, their eyes stupid, and they turned their heads with their mouths open.”

harry potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by JK Rowling (1997)

“Upon reaching the corner, he perceived the first indication that something strange was happening: a cat was looking at a map of the city. For a second Mr. Dursley was unaware of what he had seen, but then he turned his head to look again.

There was a tabby cat on the corner of Privet Drive, but he didn’t see any maps. What had he been thinking? It must have been an optical illusion.»

The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe (1843)

“…The disease had sharpened my senses, instead of destroying or dulling them. And my ear was the sharpest of all. He heard everything that can be heard on earth and in heaven.

I heard many things in hell. How can I be crazy then? Listen… and observe how sanely, how calmly I tell you my story”.

Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (1915)

“When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning after uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed on his bed into a monstrous insect.”

the library of babel by Jorge Luis Borges

“The universe (which others call the Library) is made up of an indefinite, and perhaps infinite, number of hexagonal galleries, with vast ventilation shafts in the middle, enclosed by extremely low railings.

From any hexagon, you can see the lower and upper floors: endlessly”.

The tunnel by Ernesto Sabato (1948)

“The setting of the sun was igniting a gigantic foundry between the clouds of the west.

I felt that this magical moment would never happen again. «Never again, never again,» I thought, as I began to experience the vertigo of the cliff and to think how easy it would be to drag her into the abyss, with me.

Hamlets by William Shakespeare (1609)

“You, my beloved Gertrude, must also retire, because we have arranged that Hamlet come here, as if by chance, to find Ophelia. His father and I, witnesses fittest for the purpose, will place ourselves where we can see without being seen.

In this way we will be able to judge what happens between the two, and in the actions and words of the Prince we will know if the evil that he suffers is a passion of love.

Schoolgirl by Osamu Dazai (2013)

“You don’t have to have the need to meet him in person to realize that he doesn’t have any female followers.

You openly confess that you are horribly poor, stingy, ugly and dirty (…) and how you fall asleep on the floor after making a good mess, about all the debts you have and about many other dirty and dishonorable things that, let me explain says so, they affect his person in a very negative way.”

The Portrait of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde (1890)

“…Lord Henry Wotton, who had already consumed, according to his custom, innumerable cigarettes, glimpsed, from the end of the sofa where he was lying -upholstered in the style of Persian rugs-, the glow of the blooms of a elbow, of sweetness and honey-colored, whose quivering branches hardly seemed capable of supporting the weight of a beauty as dazzling as hers…”

Rainy day by Rabindranath Tagore

«Don’t go out, my son! The market road is deserted, the path by the river slippery, the wind roars and struggles among the bamboo canes like a vermin caught in a net.

Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift (1726)

“…I was trying to find a breach in the fence, when I observed one of the villagers who was in the next field, the same size as the one I saw chasing our boat in the sea, advancing towards the gate.

In stature he seemed as tall as a tower spire, and at each step he advanced about ten yards, as far as I could calculate.»

Christmas story by Charles Dickens (1843)

Marley was dead; that to start. There is not the slightest doubt about it. The clergyman, the civil servant, the owner of the undertaker, and the one who presided over the mourning had signed the act of his burial. Scrooge had also signed, and Scrooge’s signature, well-known in the business world, had value on any paper where it appeared.”.

pride and prejudice (1813)

When Mr. Darcy gave her this letter, Elizabeth did not expect him to renew his offers in it, but neither did she expect anything like it in content. It is easy to suppose with what eagerness she read what she said and what more contradictory emotions she aroused in her chest. Her feelings could not be clearly defined as she read.

At first she saw with astonishment that Darcy still found excuses for his conduct, when she was firmly convinced that he was incapable of finding any explanation that a just sense of propriety would not oblige him to conceal.”.

Platero and me (1914)

Platero is small, hairy, soft; so soft on the outside, that it would be said that it was all made of cotton, that it does not have bones. Only the jet mirrors of his eyes are as hard as two black glass beetles.

I let him loose, and he goes to the meadow, and warmly caresses with his snout, barely brushing them, the little pink, light blue and yellow flowers… I call him sweetly:…

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