A Hero's Journey In A House

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

A Hero 's journey is someone who has gone through a rough or tough time in their but had completely turned it around. An example of a hero 's journey is in the Odyssey. When Odysseus was shipwrecked on the island of Ogygia. Odysseus was stuck on the island for seven years and lost all hope in returning to Ithaca. This was the lowest point in his life. But twenty years later he had finally returned home disguised as a beggar but later reveals his identity.

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.

A few months later, I found myself riding with Halt back to his quaint little cottage nestled in the woods. He was teaching me about animal tracks. As our horses tread against the snow that lay on the ground, I noticed a massive print next to the cottage, and Halt said it was a giant boar. A man was lying in the bushes and came out to claim that he had seen the boar first hand, and that it was a mad and destructive one. Halt told him to go to the castle and tell the Baron to gather a group of men so that we can all go hunt the boar in the morning. The next day, I found myself on horseback on the outside of a circle of warriors, and Horace. If the boar were to escape through our circle, I was to chase it down and finish it off with my bow.

Let me tell you a short story about this boy. It was 9 o'clock in the afternoon when his parent asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, he said with enthusiasm "I want to be a doctor", not knowing what it is. After that we just went about our days. Ten years later, he's a senior in junior high school getting ready to embark on the road where many have failed. He did what he had to do so that he can graduate. Graduation day was here and pretty quickly. His parents said to him, "no more fun and games, you are going to enter high school. All I want from you is to pass your class of high grades , graduate and go on to college to pursue your career to become a doctor." This kid heard a lot of things when it comes to becoming a doctor and

“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.

Marlee watched as the first visitor approached the door from the upstairs window. He was sitting upstairs cooking shrimp in a pot of oil. He was kind of confused to see a crazed person approach the abandon house at 9 p.m. This visitor looked old and weary. It was an old lady who was carrying a purse, while she was walking up to the house she took out a key like she lived there. Marlee was so scared he thought he was in the wrong house. He quickly called Max and told him to get over to the house right away! The old lady walked inside and started to walk up the stairs. She soon opens the creaky door who reveals frightened Marlee sitting in a boxy chair in the corner. Thats when she started screaming at the top of her lungs, her head was turning red like a cherry, it looked like her head was going to explode. Marlee took off running.

Tom opened his eyes the sunlight creeping through the cracks of his small cabin. He lives in the potato fields of Idaho surrounded by woods and a pond next door.It was blazing hot the sun scorching everything beneath it. He went out to the fields looking for some potatoes which is all he would ever eat. He would occasionally go fishing or hunting, Using what his parents left him to cook meals and catch wildlife . He is lonely the only company he has was his horse. He was twelve years old and living on his own. His family had left him to find money when he was five promising they would be back in a year .Every morning when he wakes he says to himself this is the day, and goes out and looks at the horizon waiting for them to show. Its has been

Dried grass crunched as a horse wandered through a field, trying to keep its’ rider aloft. The rider wasn’t paying much attention to where, or how his journey was going. He’d been riding for days, going way too long without any rest.

I woke up and looked over to where Erik's mattress was, he was gone but I wasn't surprised. I laid my head back down and awoke about 15 minutes later. Erik was sitting on his mattress looking in my direction smiling.

After the game and all the excitement I left with Taylor and Sydni we were on our back to Taylor's house when she suggested that we should stopped at the old creepy "haunted" barn on the back side of the of the woods

The camp is attacked by a band of orcs and Boromir is killed. Before he inhales his final gasp, Boromir tells Aragorn that the orcs have taken away the hobbits. The remaining people from the gathering get together through the mass of dead orcs and with few weapons. They place Boromir's body on a raft and set it bowed on sail, having no time for the other sensibly recognition. Aragorn tells Gimli and Legolas that they suppose Frodo have gone alone to Mordor which they themselves should take after the orcs and not Frodo. So saying, these swashbucklers proceeds on their voyage, movement looking for their missing friends.

The rumors had been flying for weeks, and even months, about an abandoned house in the woods, where it was always cold and dark. The air was always full of fog, despite being nowhere near a coastline. Travellers would follow a trail and realize that there never was any trail, that they were hopelessly lost. Nobody knew them, so they were never missed when they didn’t emerge from the deep forest, where rumored wolves and beasts laid in wait for an appetizer.

I looked around our yard, taking in the sight of our crops. My eyes lingered on each plant for only a few seconds before shifting to the next one. It seemed that they were all growing well, and they would to ready to reap in a few days. Figuring I should tell Ma or Pa about the good news, I turned myself around to dutifully head into the house. In doing so, I got a glance of the neighbors own yard, their crops weren’t looking so good. Instead of looking expectantly at the sun, the plants were drooping, and they looked quite sad.

The front yard of the house had a Spanish décor, with ceramic-tiled floors and marble archways throughout. I strolled with Étienne toward the entrance of the residence, and stepped after him inside the door that he must have left ajar before he went to the gate answer the bell.