A Hero's Journey

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

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

“Small town big heart,” they say locked away behind their cold immaculate castle gates that rest on the remains of the previous farmland and plains. The collective heart beats but only at a convenient time suiting parties involved. “A place where everyone matters,” they utter as their motto in indistinguishable monotone voices. The people are too wrapped up in their everyday lives to ever be concerned about their neighbor, they look through life with gilded glasses. It’s as if a fog had descended slowly creeping into their view distorting what they once held most dear.

Who Am I? I'm Malik Shaw, I've just recently in the past year made Jesus Christ my lord and savior. I can admit that it has been hard staying on the right track, but everyday I've been seeing him relay messages that help me in my daily walk in life through other people. Even though life has been hard for me I'm very fortunate. I realized in my time at Richmond Christian that a fall can humble you, but you will only change when you actually sit down, watch and totally understand that God has made a way for you. I can say that I was suppose to have been down and out for the count, but God held me up. When the devil threw his firsest punches at me. I was one day sitting in my room and a song that my favorite guitar player, pastor Johnathan dubose jr, was playing at an event and the words of the song said" I don’t believe he brought me this to leave me, nobody told me this road would be easy and I don’t believe he brought me this far

My heart wasn’t with him and it had been this way since the moment he brought me home to his apartment above the garage the day we were wed. I had at this point given up fighting to free myself and sunk deep into my thoughts. Upon remembering the day we met I could recall almost every detail about him; from the twinkle in his eyes to the gleam of his golden watch. There was a gleam of hope which I saw when I looked at him much unlike the strain and exhaustion I see as he lurks in the grey shadows of the garage. Though I detested this awful place, it was not New York I longed to adventure away from, it was him. Him and his oh-so ordinary ways. I wished to live a life of the extravagant and the bold, a life with Tom, a life that was not

Months later she told me what actually went through her mind that day. She told me how her legs began to shake when she discovered who it was. She was an equestrian as well and had seen her share of accidents at horse shows. When she first heard the news, she thought it was someone else; then she learned it was her best friend.

A young man sat outside his home and spoke to himself “The moon is as red as fire and is at it’s highest peak above the castle I can see just about everything from here. My wife was right this is the best cottage in the village. My great-grandfather and his brother built it from scratch. I am so happy to raise a family here.” “Charles come inside tell the kids to come in too it’s late,” his wife said. “Oh honey, look at the moon, it’s more beautiful than all the stars tonight,” Charles said. “Yes yes it is beautiful but tomorrow you have to meet with Sir Elliott. Convince him to let us keep our land even though their has been a drought and no one in the kingdom crops have grown and we have no food to offer him to keep our land,” his wife said

There was once a time where Americans traveled into a great wilderness known as the West to discover their destiny. They packed up their whole lives and left the familiar behind, all for a chance to discover something new. It is natural as humans to want to discover something fresh and exhilarating, and for me I wanted to unravel the mystery that the West held. The West called to me like a siren of the ocean, and I knew I would not rest until I fulfilled my urge to travel to the West. Like the settlers before me I uprooted my whole life. I boarded a 7 AM flight to a small town just outside of Billings, Montana, known as Huntley. This small ranching community would be the set where I would learn things about myself that I never thought

Somehow, Faelan managed to find her way to the garden. She did admit, rather reluctantly, that she had exited the castle as soon as she could and then followed the pebbled road towards greenery in the distance. She arrived first and took the opportunity to look around at the maze of green. There were emerald hedges that raced around in linear lines and flourishing flowers ordered and sectioned off between gaps in the hedges, as well, as impressive marble benches stationed at intervals along the path. Although it was much larger than the quaint garden in Highever, Faelan couldn’t help but be reminded of home. She fingered a still budding rose and thought briefly of her brother, Fergus.

Growing up as a female, you learn about the point in time when you change from a girl to a woman in society. This can be seen as a blessing or a curse to many females as it always is to endure one’s menstrual cycle. The journey, for me, was untypical for a girl my age. While all my friends were talking about how they received their first period I was still waiting for mine to arrive. While everyone was having their biological change into womanhood I was left behind wondering when I will get my turn to grow as a woman. I went years waiting for my cycle to begin, but nothing ever did. When I entered my sophomore year of high school, I started developing pains. These pains would make sitting uncomfortable and intolerable to me especially during school so I decided to go to the doctors to see what was happening to me.

The steps I took in continuation of my walk began to slightly differ, as my left foot would be firmly and flatly stamped into the ground while my right simulated a near-nosedive into the earth, but always flattened just as it approached the saturated soil, skimming the crest of the earth with the sole of my boot. Every other step, I would alternate the roles assumed by each foot of the one preceding it; my right would assume the stamp-like duties of the left foot, and vice versa. I wasn’t entirely certain as to why I actually put forth effort into doing something as silly and ridiculous such as that, especially in light of what had just happened moments before with Richard, however it brought me pleasure through the simple medium of being temporarily

I had my Nintendo DS to make it seem like it only took a couple minutes to drive to the water park, my siblings had also brought their own DS’s. Since everybody liked to play Mario Kart, I put it into my DS and set up a race for us to do. They connected to the race and we all played while Mom drove the car. Little did my siblings know, they were not going with us. Mom drove to our grandma’s house and said we were going inside for a couple of minutes.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you see something and it just inspires you?

for Vince, we bought a Harley-Davidson motorcycle to occupy our free time. Riding a motorcycle is a more cost-saving sport. It was also much easier to jump on a bike for a few hours of riding than it was to prepare the boat for a few hours of sailing. Not quite the same, but even so, a great way to have fun.

In his book The Hero with a Thousand Faces, first published in 1949, esteemed American mythologist Joseph Campbell outlines the fundamental structure every archetypal hero follows during his or her journey in the "world of mythologies." Campbell coined the term “monomyth" to describe the stories that follow this structure. The monomythic cycle, commonly referred to as "The Hero 's Journey," is divided into three primary sections known as the Departure, Fulfillment, and Return. These sections posses a total of twelve elements that the hero will encounter through his story arc. This basic structure is common amongst many mythologies, but has particular pertinence when discussing the story arc of the Medieval novel