A Hero's Journey Short Story

The same happens to Phoenix Jackson which is making her way into town for her grandson’s medicine; she is ready for the dangers that are to come. It is a cold winter day “tapping the frozen earth” ( Welty189). It is December, around Christmas time; it grows darker as she walks deep into the forest. The old woman must be careful for there are so many dangers leading up the path. There are animals that can harm the old woman. She calls out so that they may not be in her way: “Keep the big wild hogs out of my path” (189). She gives this cry of bravery to alert anything that may cross her way.

Throughout the story however, It becomes apparent the narrator isn 't just one of those weird ' 'dog people ' ' (like myself). The humanized wolf is seen by some of the other people in the story exactly like she does. In the second paragraph of the story she mentions this, an old man named Grady - who lives next to a community garden and Bessie, a homeless woman who lives out of a shopping cart are also acquainted with the wolf. It seems to me that the narrator isn 't trying to teach us good morals for animal equality with the tale. She is trying to get another point across with the constant presence of the being throughout the story, and the highlighting of the certain

While Mrs. Cole has been on many adventures around the world, her childhood adventure never went past the borders of her hometown. Mrs. Cole’s life began in a farming community in North Anson County. She lived about three and a half miles from the eighty-seven student school and all of her needs were met with in the borders of her town. Mrs. Cole mentioned that luxury was not part of the daily life of her small farm community; only two students drove cars to her high school but that was due to necessity, since they had jobs at a mill after school. Remembering very little traffic, she reminisced that the town had one stoplight during her early

Upon first reading “St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves,” it might seem like an imaginative fantasy and nothing else. The story focuses on the daughters of a pack of werewolves, and it takes place in a world where the werewolves and their daughters are nothing out of the ordinary. But upon closer examination, this is a story rooted in reality. This inventive tale parallels several real world phenomena. Karen Russell uses allegory in “St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves” to objectify western society’s views of people outside of that society and of outsiders in general, and compare them to the views that people have of wild animals.

In “The Power of a Story,” Nathan Alling Long had lost faith in everything when his dog, Gracie, ran away one afternoon. That day, he scoured the neighborhood for hours and put up signs, but she was gone. On day two, Nathan called his vet and the animal shelter to see if anyone had brought her in, but no luck. On day three, he checked the woods with his friend, Rhea, who said that maybe Gracie was on a great adventure. As a writer, it restored his faith in the power of a story as he remembered that he used to tell people Gracie was half wolf and half dog, which made it easier to believe she was out exploring her wolf side. On day four, he found a nickel which he believed to be a good omen for him and thought Gracie would be back the next day.

Williams came out of the cabin. Mr. Williams was walking toward Charity, holding something out to her. It was a smaller book; he called it a journal. This one was blank. He told her to write things she felt were important in it and then smiled as though he was handing her the world. Although Charity did not know it right then, he was.

He told her that in the middle of June they were sent to a place called Gettysburg where they were involved in a large campaign and took part in a battle that took place the first few days of July. He said that in all the campaigns and battles he’d been involved in, Gettysburg was by far the most intense- thousands lost their lives there… He also told her that he and John knew about their father’s death and that he was sorry she had to go through the loss without her entire family around her. He did not want her to worry about him and John; he said that they would make it through. Charity was glad that Charles sounded so positive. She often wondered why she could see some things and not others. Her ability to foresee events close to her had never been keen; however, it seemed that Charles had inherited that ability along with his ability to walk the winds… and, whatever other abilities he had… She would have to ask her grandfather, about this… Realizing just how little she knew of Charles’ abilities caused her a pang of guilt; it had been years since the two of them had had a real heart to heart

Charity was still piqued that Charles had blatantly disobeyed and followed her out of camp- next time, she would pay better attention when she left camp- However, she was thankful that he was there to help her, else, she would have had a heck of a time, trying to tote the deer back to camp,

The wolf stopped just inches away from Todrick. Suddenly sirens erupted around the corner and swarmed around Todrick and the wolf. The wolf quickly turned his attention to the cars that screeched to a stop. Men in padded uniforms stepped out with weapons that ordinary police officers didn’t carry around. Todrick got up quickly, “Sir step away we have animal control here ready to put this beast down.” Todrick quickly stepped in front of the wolf, unaware of how close he was until he felt the hot breath down his back. “Wait, don’t shoot!” Todrick called out holding up both of his hands. “I know this is all out of the ordinary

‘A Good Man is Hard to Find’ by Flannery O’Connor In this short story by Flannery O’Connor, there are many characters that each bring a certain tone and mood to the story. The grandmother brings a slightly softer tone, the kids bring a playful, sassy tone, and the Misfit and his gang bring a really dark tone. Each character comes together to bring the story to the great, exciting story that it is.

At home, the children were alone with one another. They heard a something slowly creeping towards them. It was the wolf. Not just any wolf, a wounded wolf. He looked at them with a terrible smile on his face. The children were in fear. Meanwhile, the mother creature was coming back from her various whereabouts. She heard cries from her children. As fast as she could, she ran there and saw the wolf mauling at her precious children. At this time, the children were already dead and there was blood dripping from around the wolf’s mouth. The wolf then ran away into the wilderness with the family’s

The moon goddess stood on top of the hill, her white dress rippling in the breeze. A halo sat on top of her strawberry blonde head. Her beautiful face at peace with the night. Standing next to her was a wolf. His fur a tan browned with cinnamon ears rippling in the breeze. His striking face remained cold with fury, and…

Nick offered them some money and the merchants agreed to take him there. Suddenly a huge group of wild wolves attacked John and the merchants. All the carriages scattered and fled in different directions. But the wolves were still chasing John’s carriage. The horses weren’t fast enough when driving the carriage and the wolves were catching up. The merchant on John’s carriage was terrified, seeing as the wolves gets closer and closer, the merchant pushed John off the carriage, hoping that John could buy some time for him to escape.

It was a stunning Saturday morning in June and the sun was shining brightly over beautiful Des Moines, Iowa. Children were running on the bright green grass, scarce clouds slowly swam across the great big blue sky. The wealthy neighborhood of Woodhock was just waking up and everything was going regularly, as it always had, in the Jennings household. Maids running around tending to things around the house, cooks preparing breakfast, and Caroline Jennings oversleeping as she always did on Saturdays.

It took very long, but by sunset, she recognized her farm and her fields. But it had been destroyed. The fields looked as if they had erupted, and her animals were missing. But her house was the saddest . . . it was gone. All her belongings were scattered everywhere.