Personal Narrative Story Ideas

1. The Haunting (and Taunting) of my Robotic Rabbit

“You can’t have one.” That was the worst thing a five year old could hear at a pet store, so, of course, that’s exactly what I heard. Even still, I was determined to get the fluffiest of bunnies, even if I had to get it the dirty way. This story follows my disastrous plan to take home a cuddly companion and the sleepless nights that ensued after getting a “breathing” robotic rabbit instead. 

Photo credit: William Warby on Flickr

2. “Bring the Table to the Turkey!”

I remember it vividly: it was second grade, it was thanksgiving time, and it was my first successful story. For my creative writing assignment, I wrote about a fat turkey trying to celebrate thanksgiving with his nephew, but he couldn’t fit through the tiny door frame! This video entails the story’s ending that you are so eager to hear, the young writing journey it inspired, and the power of teacher encouragement. 

Photo credit: MTSO Fan on Flickr

3. What if Things Got Worse?

Living with generalized anxiety disorder means this question constantly loops. What if the bus starts before I sit and I fall? What if I stutter during my presentation and people laugh? What if I let others know that I’m not perfect? Even though anxiety is constantly making my life harder, I have learned to use it to my advantage. This story illustrates how I spun my greatest weakness into a strength that sets me apart as a writer.

4. They Took my Solo

Cast members ranged from two to eleven years old. I was thirteen. And I was still a non-speaking ensemble member in The Little Mermaid Jr. I later got promoted to a minor soloist only to have it taken and replaced with the role of “babysitter.” This story follows that whole chaotic experience and the way it, and many roles like it, helped me become a leading actress at my cut-throat high school. (Spoiler: I never got another singing solo.)

5. Independence

I’ve always been the kid who clung too tight to their parents and the security they provided. It was nice and comfortable, but it didn’t prepare me for my transition into college.  This is the story of the culture shock of living on my own, the many mistakes that came with it, and the surprising adaptability I discovered in myself when thrust into this new world. 

Photo credit: Erin Hay on Wikimedia Commons

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