A Narrative Of A Hero's Last Journey

My hands were covered in blood.. It was only a matter of time till they caught me.. I could hear the roaring of the wind. The heavy breathing coming from my own chest.. My stomach ached in pain. I could feel the tears beginning to escape from my eyes...

“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.

Shadow and James took over and helped by speaking soft words of encouragement to them. Shadow found that if he sang their favorite chant Rae seemed to calm down. James noticed and started in with Shadow.

Each and every person has his or her own story, and standing behind it, is a Hero's Journey. Could your family member one day become your enemy? Will it stay like this forever? Standing there at the rowdy airport gate, anxiously waiting for my cousin to step foot on the entrance door was like waiting for a newborn sibling to come home for the first time. Soon after, it finally hit me, "I finally have a sister! Imagine all the things we could do together! We could go shopping, get boba afterschool, watch movies until midnight, and so much more!" It was like a dream come true, until reality crushed my dreams into mere dust.

My heart pounded, my breath was uneven. I couldn't believe what I just did. I have never killed anyone before and to see the corpse of the lady lying on the floor made my head hurt even more. I quickly ran to my phone that was on the floor and dial

Everyone started frantically asking what happened, but no one could provide definite answers. Moments after we entered the scene, the paramedics arrived and immediately performed CPR on Abid. They spoke very fast; the only thing I caught was their constant worry that Abid had too much water in his skull. At that moment my mind was only working at fifty percent, but I concluded that it was from staying underwater for too long. My heart fell to the bottom of the earth. Flashing sirens diluted my vision. The screams and cries of everyone around me were praying for Abid. I knew the situation had gone farther south when an ER person took off his gloves, sat on the ambulance, and recorded the time of brain death. At that moment, my underlying fear that hid for those

As I approached, I could see where all his distress was coming from. I fell to my knees instantly, it was my Mom. Lying there lifeless, body parts disfigured and blood everywhere. She didn’t even look like the same person. I didn’t know if she was still alive or dead, no matter how bad it was going to hurt, I had to know and I had to see for myself.

“Stand up right now and put on your coat. We’ll be waiting for you in the car.” Having no idea what was going on, I swiftly dressed up, and in a minute was downstairs. Carefully driving, daddy occasionally looked at my mom. He said, “Everything will be okay, believe me.” In the wing mirror of the car, I recognized a woman, who had never shown her weakness before. Tears were slowly running down her face. Passing by glass buildings, we moved towards another part of the city. Floors of every building decreased. Streets narrowed. Every street was a reminder of my childhood. Trying to get rid of an idea floating in my head, I closed my eyes tight. In a few minutes, the sound of an ambulance broke a silence. I opened my eyes and recognized a familiar

I waited without moving a muscle. During this nightmare that I wished wasn’t true, I did not cry one bit as I was watching my grandmother lie on the floor. Instead, I just stood there with no emotion. The feeling of sadness and the feeling of losing my grandmother was so unfathomable. When the paramedics arrived, she was taken away and I went

When Frodo left the shire he was accompanied by his closest friends. Before they could even get a moment rest they were faced with challenges they never could have prepared for. They face a menacing foe who they believed they had no chance of defeating. Then they met Strider a man who had the experience they needed in order to survive. He helped them realize that if they applied themselves even they could survive anything thrown at them. And not a moment too soon because soon the band of Hobbits found themselves embroiled in a terrible dilemma of which choice should they make. Go back home or continue on their journey to help shape the future of the land. They chose to trudge ahead even with the contrast theart of the enemy forever hanging over them. Along the way they met incredible people who they thought they could never have anything in common with such as a hot headed dwarf, a worldly elf and an all knowing wizard. This fellowship of

I tried to stand and fell again, like a toddler still attempting to walk. I felt someone grab me and I was onto my feet again, a police officer stood there. He was speaking but I could not hear his words, like a movie on mute. All I heard were Megan’s words repeating over, and over. The way she screamed this horrific information to me. The police officer’s words were finally not on mute, “Are you okay?” “Do you need to sit down?” “Can we call someone for you?”, everything was all happening at one time. I start walking not knowing where I am even heading, and again someone else grabs me and holds me close. I don't even look to see who this person is, I just embrace and squeeze still screaming and sobbing. I glance to see who the person is, she's an African American woman, a complete stranger. The smell of fresh cleaned laundry of her and the soft cotton sweatshirt was comforting. She repeated in my ear “it's okay baby, it's okay.” Trying to calm me. I turned and walked toward the apartment and lay in the wet grass, sobbing. Bright white lights flashed from Cameron's window, then the living room, and the kitchen. It was the forensic man taking pictures of the scene. Images of what they were taking pictures of haunted my mind, I could see it in my head and it made me sick. Michael, Megan and I lay together, sobbing, looking at the night sky filled with

My mind needed to calm down, the bar seemed like the perfect place to go, but I couldn’t go there, I wouldn’t end well, it never does. The car seemed to start without me touching anything. I was too tired to drive and it was very clear I wasn’t capable to drive, but the car had already started to move. The highway was bumpier that normal, the cars were going faster than they were supposed to, something was wrong, very wrong. I pulled over to the side of the road and called my lovely wife, Betsy, she didn’t pick up. Normally fear wouldn’t overtake me, but I know something was wrong. She was the one in that ambulance.

courage to walk away from a fight for fear of being called a "coward" or "wuss". What

The front of my dad’s silver car had infused itself with a tree. Both anxious and dizzy, knowing my head wasn’t on a cloud any longer, I turned my head to observe the surrounding environment to only find the other car on the opposite road, smoke evacuating from the red truck. I quickly returned myself back inside the car and the door on my mom’s side was completely wrecked. My dad quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, pulled out his phone, and requested ambulance. As they arrived one by one, I made sure everyone was okay but I could regard from the back of my head that my mom was breathing heavily. All I could do was hope that someone would arrive, I don’t care who, just someone!

I stood there silently staring at the large black box. My hands were tucked away in my pockets and I felt them begin to dampen with sweat. I felt cold shivers come over my body and I could easily hear my heart beat in my chest. The rhythm was anything but steady. Each thud seemed to tremble in fear. In sadness. In emotions that I couldn 't even begin to explain. My mind felt tired, like it had fallen asleep and I had no intention of waking it back up. The only consequence to that is just one thought was present. I couldn 't save her.