A Hero's Journey Across The Ocean

What images come to mind as you reflect on your childhood? Playgrounds, blackboards, and soccer balls may be among the warmest of memories. Yet for many mermaids swim their thoughts, princesses get swept of their feet, and lions roar to their loyal place in the animal kingdom. There is no doubt that today’s entertainment has most of its touch using classical influences. Walt Disney has produced animated films that have captured the heart and imagination of audiences of all ages around the world through the magic of storytelling and imagery. Many of us appreciate the imagination and magic that Disney puts into its animations with out knowing they are based off of classical and traditional storylines

EXT. CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY - RUNWAY (GOLD BASE, CA) - dayFLORENTINARodger that commander Joshua.They board on a jet on the runway.INT./EXT. Jet - Day - travelingFlorentina and Destiny walk into the cockpit. Shane sits in the back where he lays his weapons down.Shane(whispers to himself)I can't believe I am doing this.DESTINYI hope you have a strong stomach Shane.FLORENTINABuckle up boy.Florentina goes full throttle. The plane takes off, Shane sees the ground.SHANEOh shit, I think I am going to lose my lunch.DESTINYHave you ever been on a plane before.SHANEIts been so long, I can't remember.Destiny looks at him as if he was some kind of idiot. The plane reaches 10,000 feet.SHANEHow come the ground looks so flat.FLORENTINASo you still don't believe in what Daniel told you, wait until we

My life has always been a series of transitional phases that was as every-changing as the seasons themselves. The words of my literary heroes were my utmost comfort; they inspired my confidence and my character, and moved me to be a more visceral, understanding person. I believe that during my time I have been wizened, and connected to the roots of all humanity; in my imagination I see it as the growth of a sampling into the dampness of the earth and the jaded formation of rough bark. Ralph Waldo Emerson, whose transcendental views have inspired me, was once quoted as saying, “Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.” I believe that is true, and with every choice I’m reminded of that hopeful and assertive message.

There I was sitting at the table eating what the nuns like to call food what just looked like to me slop I was sitting with my friend Felix. He came across a carrot and it was a full-size carrot he just sat there and stared at it not even touching it if he did not hurry up and I was going to grab it and eat it.

Captain yelled motion for everyone to hold on to the rail. Ship’s slick tilted deck prevented Elizabeth from doing so. She grabbed onto a fluttering piece of rope, nothing anyone could do to save the ship. Let alone themselves, but determined she would not go easy. She would fight until her life ended.

Last but not least. I can't help but wonder why kind of situation you have to be in order to be involved in a voyage like this. It seems like something you just so happen to be around that invites you into this voyage. Especially like that man in the documentary sorry for forgoting his name. But he had a deep fear for the ocean since he lost people he loved to it. But he conquered his fear and decided in order to fully conquer his feet he would dedicate a portion of his life to this voyage. A lot of people have families, friends and jobs at home. That they leave in order to go on this voyage. It seems like everyone has a special reason to be there. And stepping back and looking at it as a whole that is just beautiful. Some

It was supposed to remain serene like it’s past years slumbering, yet, despite all of this, it awakened just to shake his village to it’s last roots. At first, it was another mellow rumble in the sky, over the peak of the lush mountains; there wasn’t very much to think but respite at the noise. Ceniza was sure that thunder brought rain in Quito, at least enough for his parents to drink instead of grimy dish water. No matter how much he feared the building sound, Ceniza forced himself out of the quiet hut out for at least one bucket of water, stretching out a metallic container in faith- just until a terrifying roar emerged from beneath him, evolving into a louder resound as the ground below him shifted violently, throwing Ceniza off balance.

They’re seventy stories high on the huge logo on the side of the building. The streets look small below them. The Island is about these clones who are used as insurance for rich people, anyone who can afford a clone. The clones don’t know they’re clones until Lincoln, the main character, figures it out. The film, The Island, represents the idea of Hero’s Journey by showing the idea of Hero’s Journey by showing the Departure, the Initiation, and the Return.

Continuous waves pounding against the boat, yet you attempt to remain still.. But now you rise up from your seat, grasping onto surrounding objects to assure stability; all that you smell is the sea salt being carried throughout the air; your skin and hair are covered in a fine layer of sticky salt; you constantly fidget around your overused lifejacket attempting to make it more comfortable; and now you make your way to the white platform at the back of the boat; an assortment of rainbow colors filled the gigantic parasail that blew up off the back of the boat; ropes and latches are pulled out of a discolored bin and strapped around you; you slide into the bulky harness- now you sit… and you wait, and before you know it you hear that small,

We hear only tales of its slow stricken madness. Most often it’s a fisherman, who falsely lulled by the ocean’s gentle rhythm, forgets the ravenous spirits lurking below. He wakes up on a sandy shore and sees he’s alone--his small ship decimated by the shimmering waters he knew for decades.

When she reached the top, she didn’t wait to push the rock door aside. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before. The land was encompassed in darkness; she took in every detail with awe. She could see outlines of mountains and valleys, of forests and swamps shining in the dark, but what truly captured her attention were the bright shining dots in the sky.

It was a normal day out at the seaside with my family, then all of a sudden four white men appeared out of nowhere they handcuffed me, my mum, my dad and my brother. We were dragged to the boat docks where there was a big ship we was dragged on to the ship and shoved down under the decks. After being shoved into a dark smelly hole that was covered in blood we had shackles put around our ankles, then pushed into the wall and was tied together and as we sat there the ship started to fill and fill and fill to the point where there were no room to move a muscle.

Raelynn didn't know when the demon lord had left, nor did she honestly care for the moment as she gave herself over to the bliss of the magic-infused water; something about the steamy liquid seemed to work healing magic deep into her body, and after only basking and bathing herself for a few minutes, it was as if she was renewed and there was no feeling of aching or soreness in her body any more. In fact, it was magic, and for that, it caught the heroine off guard; a demon with such "good" orientated magic which could bolster her own body like such? It felt wrong to her, someone who had been taught so devoutly to the ways of good and bad from such a young age.

Snow glistened in the early morning sun. In places, naked, dark, blue-gray granite stood against ice-blue glaciers. Glaciers that over long years honed ridges razor-sharp and sculpted peaks into glacial horns. Clouds floated between peaks flowing through the high valleys of the mountain range. On the other side of the mountains was a frozen wasteland and possibly the edge of the Aerd. Somewhere in the mountains, rumor had it, there was a gateway to Irkalla. There denizens of the netherworlds sometimes found their way into Aerd. Signs usually accompanied such intrusions—signs like sun wolves.

Entering the area I first noticed the mountains, covered in rugs of green, gold, ember red, and burning orange trees. The mountains were the spines of the land, holding together the whole landscape. Off to a distance shining white pyramids could be seen. The tops of the mountains soared up to the sky and to the heavens as to kiss the stars with the cold peaks. I was just a quiet observer of there glorious range. They stood ghost-like, and the only thing bigger then these slumbering giants was my gaze when taking them in.