Looking into the kitchen Jenny’s first impulse was to turn around and then have someone board it up. Filthy dishes were piled up on every surface available in a lopsided manner that could easily rival the tilt of the Tower of Pisa. Rotting, grotesque green, orange and purple food was smeared on all the walls, the ceiling, the ceiling fan and the picture window. It was evident that the unidentifiable food had oozed its way down the walls and onto the floor that was beyond being caked with who knew what. Jenny very seriously doubted that there was a single, solitary object in that kitchen that had escaped the explosive, volatile spray of the open blender and mixer that some frat-house brother had turned on to impress his party goers.

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The Narrative Style: To narrate means to tell a story from your own viewpoint and your own perspective. For example: “I went to the mall and I thought it was confusing to find my way around.” The story is being told by the “first person, i.e., I.” In short, the writer has placed themselves within the story making it a narrative. The Descriptive Style: When a writer uses great details to describe a person, place or thing, they are using the descriptive style. For example, let’s look at the following two sentences. Margaret wore a blue ribbon in her hair. Margaret, whose rosy cheeks... Show more

Looking into the kitchen Jenny’s first impulse was to turn around and then have someone board it up. Filthy dishes were piled up on every surface available in a lopsided manner that could easily rival the tilt of the Tower of Pisa. Rotting, grotesque green, orange and purple food was smeared on all the walls, the ceiling, the ceiling fan and the picture window. It was evident that the unidentifiable food had oozed its way down the walls and onto the floor that was beyond being caked with who knew what. Jenny very seriously doubted that there was a single, solitary object in that kitchen that had escaped the explosive, volatile spray of the open blender and mixer that some frat-house brother had turned on to impress his party goers.