A Fairy Story : A Superhero's Story

A hero can teach many life lessons, morals and various other things. A hero is someone who can be seen as a role model or hope to people. A view of a hero is different to everyone. A hero can save someone from a fire, they can be there to give support or even enlighten people. My heroes may differ from another person writing this same paper. The title hero is given to people for multiple reasons.

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

“I’m gonna go after Sarah!” Luke screamed over the noise and without second thought, he took off running. My eyes went wide as he was immediately lost in the crowd of walkers.

A month and six days later, Steven Grant Rogers is born to a grieving Sarah Rogers. He is small and weak for a baby, even for one who came into the world four and a half weeks too early. They keep him in the hospital for a long time, even after he’s out of the incubator and breathing on his own. They tell his mother that he will probably always have health problems, that he will be small and weak not just as a child, but as an adult--if he survives that long. They don’t believe he’ll survive that

Today, I had the opportunity to talk with Matt, and there is a lot of things I didn't know about him. If Matt was a superhero apparently he would like to be Superman because according to Matt Superman is a beast since he is bulletproof, has lasers coming out of his eyes, and has extra vision. Matt said that the best Christmas present he has ever gotten was last years which was a good amount of money and food gift cards, he says he loves his gift cards because he can go into the store and pay for the food without using his own money. Matt favorite memory with his one of his grandparents was when he was young his grandpa took him out in tractor to feed cattles, which he describes as being fun. The greatest gift Matt has ever given was a martini

An archetype is an universal theme or pattern in literature, television, and character. One of today's archetypes is superheroes. They all tend to start from a tragic, usually family death, background, but somehow they constantly want to ameliorate the world. Then at some point, they will discover a gift they have and use their inhuman powers towards the benefit of humanity. However, they all have a weakness that reminds them that they are human. They will learn to cope with their problems and eventually overcome it. My example of this archetype is Supergirl on the CW. Her family dies on Krypton, when it explodes, but sends her to Earth to take care of her cousin (Superman). Because he was already Superman when she arrived, she had

Once lived an eleven-year-old boy named Carl, who went to Boston Cathedral primary school. However, he was very different from the other boys at his school. Let’s put it in this way he was unique. This was because he weighed 300 pounds, had more pimples than you could count, had the biggest glasses ever made and was so smart he could solve Albert Einstein’s impossible equations with ease. He used to be a very happy and normal kid at his school until a kid named Jack arrived. He constantly tormented, hit and made Carl’s life hell. Just for being different. Jack was your average Joe trying to fit in. However, he was renowned for being a cocky, selfish, outgoing bully who had no friends. One day at school Carl saw Jack sitting down on the see-saw by himself

Its a cold Saturday night in October in New York City. Christina had ben fighting with her mom and step dad all week. No matter what she said, it didn’t seem to change their minds. They were being so unfair. She had finally had enough, so when they had gone to their room, Christina packed a small bag and left. Having not thought this all the way through, she walked for a while and saw a park in the distance. It was so dark, except for the street lights in the corners and one small

The tooth fairy. A magical creature that exists in the lives of most adolescents. Interactions with the fairy are cherished by children. The excitement of wiggling out that baby tooth, and being able to put it underneath the pillow to be traded in by the tooth fairy for a small fortune. Along with this wonderful memory is an underlying darkness.

One a cold October day kids go outside to play outside. But there is one kid alone in the back. This kids name is Jackson. He is alone in the back and the kids are laughing at him. One other kid walked up to him saying “Shouldn't you be playing with you friends? Oh ya that's right you don't have friends” and went off laughing.”

You always hear about Belles side of the story.Of how she met a hideous beast and then fell in love with him.Well, I think that everyone should hear my side of the story which is different than you may have heard.

Once upon a time there was a fairy named Sophie. Now, Sophie lived in an enchanted forest. Sophie also had no parents, no aunts, no uncles. . . no family. Sophie’s parents had gone on a mission to help the forest when she was just a little fairy. They never returned. She had been raised by the forest itself. But even though she had no family, she was as happy as happy could be. But then one day everything changed. ….

Once upon a time, when magic was still in common use, on the far side of the world there lived a King and Queen of a fair but isolated realm, situated beyond a great chain of mountains, whose snow-capped peaks cast long shadows into the valley below when the sun rose at morning. The King and Queen had only one daughter, whom they loved very much, for they had been married a long time and it was thought they might never bring forth a child. When she was born there was rejoicing throughout the realm. The peasants celebrated the joy of their sovereign with gifts of hydrangea-blossoms and honeyed cakes, left on the great staircase in front of the palace, while the local nobility brought gifts in tribute, of jeweled baubles and damask draperies fit for the bedroom of a princess. The King in his happiness declared that the princess, whom he named Anatine, had brought such joy to the kingdom that he would never wish to see her unhappy therefore it was declared that, contrary to custom, when it came time for her to marry the girl would have the right to refuse any suitor whom she did not find pleasing. He made this declaration to his subjects while standing on the great staircase, in sight of all he swore as an oath that the girl herself should have choice of whom she would wed.

Heros. What are heros? Maybe… Superman or Batman. However, in real life, our heroes might be Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks, or Nelson Mandela. All of them helped us through the good and bad, but today we’ll be talking about a hero who helped the Indians. He might not be worldwide, but his name is Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi known as Mahatma Gandhi.

The screaming wouldn't stop. I couldn't bare to even ponder how my poor Catherine was in pain. My heart was in agony, but I was sure that hers was worse. I knew she wouldn't make it; it was impossible. Days before the birth of our child, I woke up from a bad night's sleep to check up on her. I found her in the morning light shining through the window. Quietly, I pulled up a chair and sat next to her. I gently brushed back her thin hair away from her fragile face. Her mind was elsewhere, I was aware of her gaze towards the field. "Catherine, darling," I managed to utter. "How are you feeling?" She remained motionless for a moment, then slowly turned her face to look at me. My soul melted with sorrow. This was not the same Cathy whom I'd