What makes a good narrative is when the topic that you are speaking about flows throughout. It has a main point on where you are going with your story. Making sure that you're keeping your reader interested.

• Moving from place to place
• Life experiences
• People in my life overtime 
• goals

Creative Writing Piece

Seventeen Years too Short

A knock at the door is nothing unfamiliar to me; people come and go overtime with many of purposes.  So, when this one knock came I wasn’t expecting anything. Swiftly walking to the door I turned the knob and there standing before me were two men in black suits with brief cases.

“Hello ma’am, I’m officer Sanders, and this is my partner Whelks, can we come in and speak with you for a moment?” the taller pasty male softly uttered. I remember thinking to myself that he reminded me of a string bean, like the ones I had been cooking in the kitchen that evening.

Hesitant I responded, “Um yeah, why of course you can. May I ask what’s this about?” As I lead them to the living room my heart began to pound faster and faster.

“ Well I would highly suggest you sit down before we start discussing the matter at hand.” Officer whelks mumbled. Slowly I sat on the couch staring at them with wide eyes wondering what was going on. I began to worry, but What mother wouldn’t  worry with three kids at home under the age of eighteen?  I had let them go out tonight since it was a Saturday.

“This came across my desk, and I wanted to personally come speak to you Mrs. McCarthy. A case like this rarely happens, and I can personally say that I have never worked a case like this one ever.” Explained Sanders.

I got irritated with the run around I demanded“ Just exactly what are you talking about? Tell me!”

“I’m really sorry that I have to be the one to tell you, but” A long drawn out pause from Sanders.

Whelks Finished “Your daughter Maureen” another long pause “your daughter had been switched at birth by a nurse who use to work at the hospital”

I couldn’t believe the words that he had just been spoken. My heart sunk deeper then the bottom of the dark blue ocean. All that I have known had been suddenly taken away from me. In that moment I flashed back seventeen years when my baby girl was first born.  I didn’t get to see her when she was initially born, they whisked her away, and I wasn’t able to see her for three whole days. The instant I held her in my arms, and saw those twinkling green eyes; I promised myself, and that beautiful baby girl that I would never let life’s problems take her away from me.  Every fiber in me wanted to hate the nurse that did this to me, to my family! For some reason I just couldn’t do it though. This awful woman had given me seventeen years with a daughter I love, and would give anything for.

Softly I whimpered, “What’s the next step?”

Sincerely whelks answered, “ The next step would be to finish our search for the other family. You see, hey haven’t been so easy to find, but I assure you we will find them.”

“Don’t.” I stated “

Confused the two officers, looked at one another. “What do you mean Mrs. McCarthy?” officer Sanders whispered.

I  “You already put me through this there’s no need to put another family through this too. She is my daughter matter what you, DNA, or anyone else says. Stop the search” I spoke calmly, walked over to the door, turned the knob, and told the men “have a lovely rest of your evening.”