A Narrative Essay On A Hero's Journey

Watching a film, one can easily recognize plot, theme, characterization, etc., but not many realize what basic principle lies behind nearly every story conceived: the hero’s journey. This concept allows for a comprehensive, logical flow throughout a movie. Once the hero’s journey is thoroughly understood, anyone can pick out the elements in nearly every piece. The hero’s journey follows a simple outline. First the hero in question must have a disadvantaged childhood. Next the hero will find a mentor who wisely lays out his/her prophecy. Third the hero will go on a journey, either literal or figurative, to find him/herself. On this journey the hero will be discouraged and nearly quit his/her quest. Finally, the

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

Could you ever imagine sending your child on a field trip knowing that end purpose was for them to die? GOD sent his only son, Jesus Christ, to earth ultimately for this trip. Desire coming from the flesh of a woman, Jesus Christ is GOD's son. Jesus walked the earth to teach us about his father and how he wished for us to live, so that our souls would be clean in order to reach the pearly gates of heaven.

Zeke and I has been together for a year and a half. Zeke and I met August 28, 1993 I was working at the mall at the time, in a man's clothing store; and he come in with his cousin Junior. I ask them if they needed help and Junior say yes, because his the one that was buying some clothes, so instead of me helping him I started talking to Zeke and didn't help Junior at all.

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.

“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.

“Over here!” Lori called to her friend, Kayla as she was trudging below the blazing hot Arizona sun. After looking up and seeing Lori, Kayla shouted “Coming!” while jogging happily to greet her best friend. Both girls were looking forward to this get together because they were planning on hiking a new trail through the beautiful desert mountains. “I am so excited!” Kayla exclaimed once Lori caught up to Kayla. Carrying small filled bags with a couple granola bars, water, a hat, a couple of bandages and some sunscreen, you could see the anticipation in their eyes for this fun adventure! Although they didn’t do much research on this trail, they were thrilled for the trip ahead.

Make up an idea of what a hero should be like, Are you done? Good. Now put that hero that you just made up and send him on a unforgetable journey. Make your hero go through unexpected battles and have him lose at least one important thing in his life. Next make up a story with a happy ending or a bad ending whichever one you desire. I asked these questions because you just made a hero's journey.

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.

Suffering is the most important trait in a hero or an anti-hero and therefore it is necessary to have suffering in a heroic journey. Suffering elicits a human reaction by giving the reader the ability to relate, it provides obstacles in the hero’s journey, it is a human trait that has been present in every generation of life, and suffering provides opportunity for both the hero and the reader. When readers can relate to a story or situation, the hero will have more meaning or purpose. Suffering is necessary because it provides the challenge or obstacle the hero will overcome.

I rose from my bed with the sun shining in my face. The previous day I had a friend spend the night, so we woke up, the first thing that we did was play some video games for an hour. Then as we were playing I realized that we were gonna meet other people at the skate park, a person there was a professional, amateur, skater!!! So we got dressed real quick had some cinnamon bun’s then left. As i was packing up I brought my skateboard, which I was trying to get better at by asking people at the skatepark to teach me, and my scooter in case I wanted to just chill and ride.

Screams filled the air. Only then did Jessie Grant realize they were his. He had been having this dream for some time, his dad’s and mom’s death. Before they boarded a cruiser when he was seventeen, his parents were his best friends, now he had nothing.

Hi! I’m Peter Parker, the tiny, round spider in the corner of the room. I will be telling you all about my great adventure from the most miserable little creature to a lucky, eight-legged spider. My adventure started the moment I was born, because my mother died. There is no way that I would forget the eight blank eyes staring into mine. I couldn’t handle it, so I scuttled in no particular direction for two days straight. When I finally settled down, I found a dimly lit room that reeked of humans. There was dust everywhere, but I was too tired to move on. I then proceeded to set up a web, which I innately knew how weave; it’s so cool! Yet, I went three full days without eating. It was just torture! Can you imagine no food at all for even a single day? Why couldn’t some juicy little bugs just step onto the edge of my gleaming web? All I could do was stay still and keep my pain in. Sometimes, I can’t stand it, and I cry for hours. No one accompanied me, and I kept thinking that sometimes, I was living the most sorrowful life anyone could ever imagine. There were even times when I found myself screaming at my non-existing mother for giving birth to me!

Static's barrier wasn't going to hold any longer as he heard that help was coming from both Sentinel and Rhea. The tower was under attack by those things, people dying as those thing bite into them. Man, he knew that he needed to write out the report and he didn't know where to start. But, his barrier was slowly disappearing as Static was getting tried of using his powers this long. He was going to give up right at the spot, but a sonic boom sent those things away from the barrier. Some even hit the barrier as well as the ground nearby him.

As I stand up I tell myself to not make any sudden movements and to be quiet. I open the curtain. I look around everywhere but I can’t see the shooters. ‘BANG BANG‘ shots are fired in the direction of the small office the children and I are in. I quickly close the curtain and duck down in the corner. Panic started to envelop me. They saw me, I’m not safe. I look around the room in hope that there will be something that can help me. “Yes!” I thought to myself and the school-wide phone caught my eye. I crawled over to the phone and press my room number into the keypad. I press ring and hold the phone to my ear. Nothing. There was nothing. No sound - nothing. The shooters shot the phone line. I'm screwed. There is nothing I can do. The two men are going to shoot me. I say to myself over and over out loud, “Be optimistic, you will get through this, be optimistic”.