Narrative Writing

Question - "At the end of the corridor, the closed door was waiting. I tried to focus on it, but every time I did my mind was distracted by the misty atmosphere. We couldn't turn back now. Not after coming this far. Our destiny was now within arms reach but something felt strange, not right." Write a narrative essay using this quotation as the begining of your essay.

At the end of the corridor, the closed door was waiting. I tried to focus on it, but every time I did my mind was distracted by the misty atmosphere. We couldn't turn back now. Not after coming this far. Our destiny was now within arms reach but something felt strange, not right.

'Are you sure about this?' asked Harry.

'No,' I replied, 'but it must be done anyway.'

I looked at Harry; he seemed nervous and lost. But come to think of it, I was too.

As we inched closer to the huge, dark door I felt adrenaline pumping around my body and although nothing felt normal, Harry and myself kept on walking slowly, step by step.

'We can turn back now,' whispered Harry.

I tried to ignore him. I didn't speak, because I knew if we walked through that door, our lives would never be the same again.

There I was the knob in my hand, ‘Click’, I turned it and it opened. The rusty hinges screeched as we pushed and shoved it opened. It must have been decades since anyone had been here.

Darkness, that’s all we saw. We inched forward, sticking to each other, too scared to be alone. And then we saw it, there it was, after all these years, finally within the reach of our hands, it glowed magnificently. I couldn’t stop myself anymore; I ran and got hold of it, not noticing the dozens of insects surrounding it, ‘Wow! What a beauty!’ I exclaimed.

I could see my future, gold all around me, living in all the riches anyone could imagine.  I looked at the stone and thought, ‘They all said it was a myth, that there’s no such thing as the philosopher’s stone. How can a stone change any metal into gold?’ – Well they were wrong, terribly wrong.  The stone was gorgeous, beautiful, absolutely unbelievable and its purple, fiery glow called out to me. It wanted me to keep it all to myself, ‘But what about Harry? - Well Harry, Harry could go die! Hahahaha!’ I laughed silently to myself.

Greed ran through my blood. I instantly pulled out my knife and walked towards Harry. My blood-thirsty eyes stared at Harry. “What’s wrong with you? Have you gone mad?” Harry screamed out. But I heard nothing. I stabbed the knife right into his heart and laughed so loud that it echoed. I ran, ran out of the underground room clutching my brilliant stone. Now, I was too eager to see what this beauty could do. I pulled out my watch and rubbed the stone on it.

Shock hit me like a piercing bullet; the stone lit, sizzled and disappeared into thin air. I stood there frozen, traumatized by what just happened. It was a myth! And there I was left lonely, friendless left with nothing, not even an ounce of self-respect.