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

Looking at the finished product I turned in for Essay 1, I don’t think I deserved a 100%. As I read my essay I found nothing but mistakes and points left out. I then went back and read the first draft of that essay and man is there is difference. As I was reading my original essay I found out that I was inserting facts into sentences. That’s not bad but no the goal. The goal is to create a story about your hero’s journey and relate it to you. Mine was not that. Looking back on workshops and feedback I saw how much my paper had changed and how I raised my bar. I took sentences I had written and moved, created, and formed an essay that was different and better then the first draft; by creating a story. Now using all the knowledge, I have learned throughout the semester, I can use it revise my essay one

By the time Peter arrived at the castle the sun was close to setting. He sat down in the solar to read for a little before Adelina came to collect him so they could walk to the chapel together. Afterwards, they walked back to the castle and Adelina finished preparing the deer meat that Peter had caught that day. They didn't like to waste time in eating fresh meat, as it would go off quickly. Adelina was a great cook and Peter loved the vegetables she prepared from the gardens. The two of them ate the meal and chatted about how the estate was going.

“Then you must take up your well-shaped oar and go on a journey until you come where there are men living who know nothing of the sea,” said Teiresias, a famous blind prophet.

The sound of metal crushing as the collision head-on destroyed my thinking path. I felt as if the night was fading into complete darkness. All I could think about as we collided against the mound at the north side of the hill down the gloomy stretch of road was death. The car rolled over continuously till every engine part flew from under the hood. After the car finished rolling I checked to my left to see if Sam was still alive, he was bleeding from his mouth and unresponsive. The right front passenger door was crushed, I couldn't seem to free my right arm, I was trapped. I use my left arm to tug at my right arm free it, I screamed in pain as I pulled and pulled to notice my arm was broken. I managed to pull my right arm away from the crushed door after 10 minutes of agonizing pain shooting through my nerves.

Tom woke up when he heard the CLAMORING of the sailors outside his room on the ship. He hobbled over to the door, and when he opened it, he groaned at the scene before him. A crowd of rambunctious men circled around two individuals who appeared to be arm-wrestling. Each of them CHANTED loudly for their favorite wrestler to win. He jumped when he heard someone say, "Morning!" behind him.

As we arrived at Gareth Fisher’s ranch, we pulled up to his modest home and hopped out of our vans. We were running late and he briefly introduced himself before we got back into the van and drove off to see some of the cattle. We were driving through these gorgeous green hills before we turned off on a dirt road and pulled next to a herd of a couple of hundred cattle in a corral. I thought this part was so interesting because the cattle stared right at us as we exited the van. They were as curious and tense as we were. At this point, Gareth started explaining more about his operation and how he started as a rancher. He told us that he actually does not own the land, but leases it from the State of California. He is allowed to use this land

So she started to build her shelter. Once she was done with her shelter, the workers went inside and just talked to Susana about survival and how great it was so she wouldn’t get worried and afraid. Well that didn’t work…… Susana was still afraid and nervous. “ Ok Susana just go to bed and everything will be alright.” Susana told herself calmly. So she went to bed in her little shelter that she made………. Suddenly Susana woke up, she could’ve sworn she’d heard a sound. “Stay calm.” She thought in her head. She heard another sound, and another, AND ANOTHER! It sounded like something was scratching and roaring so loud Susana couldn’t hear herself think! She panicked so much, and she didn’t want to wake up the workers. So what did she do; she ran away, far, far away. She didn’t know how, where, who, or why she was just running for her life. Then, she stopped and she didn’t know where she was. She did not see signs or anything. So she starts freaking out, panicking, screaming until she

Ahh… (Reads the headlines on the TV, "Refugees Attacked by pirates on the way to Australia, boat sunk") Refugees attacked by pirates and left to die on a sinking boat! Those little rats, those little lumps of camel poop. Always stealing from others. Little bastards. Those poor people- they’d already paid a truckload of money to get to Australia- then they’re betrayed and attacked, beaten and left for dead. It's because of those idiots suffering people from war-torn countries can't live in houses with their families and lead normal lives. Listen to my story, child, and you’ll soon realise that you're so lucky to be living in a house with food, water, safety and a stable education.

When she awoke the skies were gray and gloomy, the air suddenly was cold and felt as though it could cut like a knife. Something felt out of place, but Lori could not put her finger on it. Her feet hit the floor, and began looking around only to see that she is all alone.The place that once was warm and welcoming now is all but that. The frail girl screams loudly, when there is no reply, she knew something must be terribly wrong.

The hum of the air conditioner was drowned out by the radio, blasting the music just a touch too loud. The singing accompanying the radio was slightly sharp, her brother’s voice straining itself to be heard over the music. She rested her head on the window, eyes following the pavement markings as they raced by. The same trees had lined the highway on either side for the past two hours, and if it weren’t for the sign they drove past welcoming them to North Carolina, there would have been no indication they’d moved at all. The music quieted, and an instruction was given robotically from her father’s phone.

As John approached the house he was thinking I am almost home I cannot wait to see Ann again. John had been walking for what felt like an eternity but was just a few long hours. Generally, John didn’t mind the walk from his father’s homestead to his but it was currently winter and a deadly blizzard was taking place. The unforgiving snowstorm began as John bundled himself up for the long walk to his father’s place; as the day, the storm had progressively gotten extremely worse to where it was white out conditions, as he could not see past his hands. John approached the house he was relieved to be out of the storm, he had opened the door ajar to keep as much of the storm out as he could.

She pushed aside the thoughts of all the Frankenstein movies she’d ever watched and unlocked the Sheriff Department door. All I can do is try. I owe him that much for trying to protect me. She then remembered her clothing and blushed. If her idea did work, the Sheriff would get an eye full. And though she'd never known a guy to complain at a free peep show, she did have her own morals. With a touch and a moment of intense desire, Allison felt the fibers of the clothing as they crawled back

“Yeah I am feeling pretty lucky today Ravy.” “Really Ravy?” “Yeah it the nickname I gave you the day we met.” I hate him calling me that. “Any way” he starts again. “Where is your belt? Tell me you did not leave it with Johnny again!” “No!” I barked defensively. “I left it in the shed with the other weapons.

“I don’t know, lets keep walking,” Alice said slowly getting up. Jane and Alice were walking slowly trying to find out where they were. When Alice looked down instead of wearing a swimsuit she was wearing a fancy gown. Alice look at her friend nodding her head to look down.