A Short Story Of My Hero's Journey-Personal Narrative

Consequently, the Primal Zerg were disturbed by the Terran presence and attacked them. Zerg were numberless on Zerus, so Zassius believed the Primal Zerg would eventually overwhelm the Terran, and destroyed them before the unknown transformation inside the chrysalis finished. Then she would take back the First Spawning Pool again after the Primal Zerg finishing off the

Two of the three young ladies, Kiara Rucker and Faith Gordon talked about his give up. Kiara expressed, " If it wasn't for Zaevion, we would've been shot." Faith likewise said that when the shooting finished, she disclosed to him that he could get up, yet he didn't. "I went upstairs, and when I returned to ensure that it was genuine, I saw that he had become shot in the head."

“How much farther?” Tom shouted impatiently as he folded his arms and sank back into his seat.

Zigenhorn started losing her vision after the weight pick up. Beside feeling torment, wounds started seeming all by and by her body. She was not capable speak to eight months. She used a white board to give.

Once there was this red house at the end of the street. Who lived in there you ask well there is this 17 year old girl and her mom. The girl's name is Z she plays baseball she loved baseball till one day she went blind because when she was walking home with her friends suddenly there are a gang of girls from her school went to go pick a fight with her.

Remember when you and I started down life’s road having no idea what life would bring but there we were so young and free ready to build castles just to fulfill our dreams you would be my knight upon a white steed I’d greet you day and night from the castle balcony now that castle has faded some and the knight has hair peppered with white the steed is longing to retire but our dreams we still dare to dream for love is still ours so many things still left unsaid so many things still ahead the dreams we shared some are with us still we’ve learned that the best things in life are always free and it is the simple things that bring great joy to us and that you and I will always be in love like the first time when we

He longed to see what his touch would do against anything, but Jem wore gloves, and Alistair was scared.

While she lie staring at the cosmos painted on her ceiling, she remembered her question about the crime scene. Just her luck; she had left her things downstairs. There was not an ounce of willpower to persuade her to move. A groan of a new caliber of grief left her throat. She’d found herself rather comfortable in her current position, and the idea of moving was less than appealing. She knew if she moved she would never again acquire the comfort that she felt at that moment. Moments like these brought to her childhood dream of having telekinesis. While she was incapable of moving objects with her mind, she did have a brother.

I don’t remember my name, or most of my early life, but I know I was a thief. I was part of a group of thieves, five of us. “Do you remember where you’re from?” A village called Greenbridge. I don’t know how far it is from here. “Greenbridge?” Why, does it sound familiar? She hesitated. She didn’t know him, but if she was going to help, she had to give him reason to trust her. Besides, it might feel good to finally tell someone. “It’s where I’m from. I did something there that I’m… not proud of.” That makes two of us. “What did you do?” You mean, besides abandoning everyone I care about? My wife, my little girl, my friends? “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” It’s fine. In the time I’ve been here, I’ve done a lot of thinking. “Pardon me for asking, but what happened to you?” Now that’s a story.

The unfortunate event began a completely new and terrifyingly dreadful life experience in which all my previous hard endeavors of securing the structurally sound habit of dedication, commitment, and studying I exercised extensively during my senior year, with the inner weapon of possessing powerful agency to absorb material with an extreme passion and letting my heart beat madly on long-distance runs whenever possible were indeed losing their color at a quickening pace. Suddenly I began to doubt my worth and the world’s lessons soon disappeared from my unawakened consciousness. The delicate networks of improvement and inner faith were becoming swept into a tide wayward, far out to sea where the light of my touch couldn’t embrace it.

The announcer was counting down and all I could think to myself was, “Please don’t die.” Standing dead smack in the centre of a herd of men and women, all of which were whooping and hollering anticipating the starting pistol to go off. Yet, there I was, praying that my 3 months of training wasn’t going to let me down. 5 seconds to go; and there was no turning back, what laid ahead for all of us was 11 miles and 21 obstacles that were designed to test one’s mental and physical tenacity. It wasn’t a competition; it was a trial. “Here we go!” my best friend Aaron declares sportively with a nudge as the pistol goes off, and our Braveheart charge was underway.

The bittersweet defines me. These moments seem to chase me, to tear me down and build me back up. It was in Hyderabad, India. A city filled with the earnest cries of chaiwalas urging you to buy their steaming teas, the exuberance and chatter of countless people as you walked down the worn streets, the occasional herd of buffalos that seemed to give you judgmental side glances, but at that moment it felt empty. Thirty-two hours left—our flight was leaving back to Alabama.

I, as the hero of my story, have, is and will experience various stages of the hero’s journey listed by Joseph Campbell in his ‘Hero’s Journey Outline’. The experiences in the past helps me now to develop the skills necessary to face numerous challenges in my future. Me, as an IB student, in SJPII required a great deal of effort and courage. With the influence of my mentor, my parents, I crossed the threshold which separated my ordinary world from this special world. This transition, for me, was very hard as I am moving out from my safe world into a dissimilar, unknown world, which is a more challenging version of the reality. Furthermore, in this special world, my former presumptions and opinions were being questioned and torn apart. As I continued my education through Gr.

"Ethan, Grey come with me. Girls clear up the table. Zander, watch them, especially Blaze," he instructed before walking down the hall, disappearing behind a set of double doors. Everybody did as they were told. Ethan and Grey ran after Hunter like lost puppies, the girls started to clean up the dishes, and Zander leaned back in his chair, eyes hooded, but I could tell they were trained on me.