A Narrative Of A Hero's Journey

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

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.

When the rain stopped and the sun started to come out, I finally went to my car. I opened the driver’s side door, sat down, and closed it. I banged my hands on the dashboard multiple times and screamed. The tears came back, streaming down my face as if they were rivers themselves. When at last there were no more tears left to flow out, I turned my head towards the bridge and for the last time, I glared out at the spot where she stood before her

Hannah the MII woke up and got dressed into her favorite racing suit. She hopped into her shiny, blue, new, bright car. The whirl of the engine flew as they lined up. Mario said “let's-a-go” before the beginning of the race. Hannah had a feeling that something was going to go wrong but forgot the fear. They were in the moo moo meadow and were so excited. Just then the ghost held up the sign that said “3-2-1” and the karts flew with a blink of an eye past the starting line. Mario raced into first place as he got the extra boost, while Hannah was stuck without the boost but was making her way to 6th place.

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.

Everyone has their own adventure(s) in life and so everyone obviously has their own definition of what a Hero's Journey is. All journeys, however, include a majority of the same stages; from slaying dragons, both literally and figuratively, following one's bliss and going into the belly of the beast. Before we go any further, let me explain what the Hero's Journey even is. The Hero's Journey is a series of events that Joseph Campbell studied and first identified as a journey that all people go though. The pattern of the events appears in not only works from all ends of the literary spectrum including drama and myths, but is also linked to psychological development and self-growth. This journey applies to fictional characters, of course,

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

Shortly after the discovery that my beloved wife had gone missing, I began to retrace my steps in search of her. I believe I must have lost her in the process of cycling up the hill; however, I cannot seem to make out which path I had come from.

On a cold, breezy fall day Kayla, Connor, and I went for a long tiring hike. The trails seemed never ending and you could not see the top of the hills.

Feeling exhausted and depleted throughout the hellish pregnancy, she hadn’t selected a name for the child she’d carried. Whereas, almost before she had found out she was expecting Jessica Jane; she’d picked out the name.

Red. The color had become sickening after all this time. Neko no longer remembered how long it had been since that accursed day, but he had grown too tired to care. Any grasp of time was lost on this desolate land. It must have been months, he thought, as his hair was long enough to touch his shoulders and food supplies were becoming scarce. He remembered vividly when everything had gone wrong and he couldn’t stop reliving the moment over and over again.

As we stepped off the plane, there was an immediate rush of warm air when we took the stairs down to the tarmack. After the five hour plane ride in the cold, small plane, it felt nice to stretch out in the sun. We walked off of the tarmack onto the sidewalk that led to the parking garage and were immediately greeted by a kind man. He welcomed us to his country and directed us towards the correct direction. As we left him behind, he shouted “pura vida” to us. This was the first time I ever heard this phrase and I had no idea what it meant.

They are running back to their walls like maidens! Oh Zeus, how you smile upon us today! Oh look at them flee from my bloody blade! I will throw myself against this tower and run them down within their own city! But I mustn’t disobey Apollo’s words, for he knows what destiny is to come of all of us! I will retreat and rest for the day. But what’s that I hear? The thundering steps of horses at my back. Hektor and his men are coming back for more, I see. Gripping the warm spear with my left hand, I gently held a jagged stone with my right. Aiming at Hektor, I give a quick thrust but missed and

Let this war nearly seamed formal. There was no screaming, no crying, no blood, just the light bouncing off the shiny armour. I had no idea why these two armies were fighting. I thought they had come to save us. After three days of fighting, the war ended. Digitopolis was defeated. I saw the king of Dictionopolis send the last word, and the king of Digitopolis disappeared. “What? Why did you do this?” “Numbers are simply not important” said the king. “But you just killed your brother!” I exclaimed. “Well of course, The Kingdom of Wisdom is next he said. “But why would you do this, lie to me just so you can set up a war? You told your brother to help you fight, and this is how you end this? I lost the Humbug because of you, and I’ll never get him back!” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yes, but you see it was all just a plan. I would gain you trust, and weep for Rhyme and Reason. You would go out of your way to save, and I prepare a fight. It was all very simple really.” said the King with triumphant in his voice. “Why put Tock, the Humbug and I through this?” I said. “Well, I would never be able to take on the King of Numbers without an advantage. Gain his trust again, turn your troops and

Several of the tribe members were afraid and paranoid as to the situation we have fallen into, and I am guilty of having those same notions. Suddenly, a swarm of geared, metal soldiers charged at our camp site mounting bizarre, four legged animals at astonishing speeds. Our instant reaction was to ready our spears and arrows as rapidly as we could, taking the lives of at least a fraction of those evil beings before they could inflict further harm. However, when I least expected, I was shot by the rock-like projectiles. It was a hopeless cause; these advanced weapons of death and destruction were much too powerful. Everything transformed into a bloody and horrific scene, which concluded in countless lost lives of the inhabitants of my tribe. The Armageddon of my race has come; there was no doubt in my mind of anything otherwise. As I raised my head in pain and agony, I witnessed the suffering and massacre of my beloved people. A display of violence I can only wish will never be