A Short Story : The Story Of The Traveler

It was a cold winter evening, Bea Aria Grace-Rider is 70 years old now. She was sitting by her fireplace in her rocking chair like she usually does at this time of day. Bea smiled looking out of the window at her husband, James Night Rider, sitting on the porch talking to their only son, Sunder Scar Rider.

A beam of early morning sunlight played on his face. He turned and scooted to another part of the bed in order to avoid waking. Within a few minutes the beam of sunlight had caught up with him again and was shining again directly on his eyelids. He lay there, his head in a fog, rubbed his eyes and stared at the white plastered walls trying to determine where he was and even who he was. The brightness of the room overwhelmed him with a fierce intensity. It was a few minutes before his eyes became accustomed to the light. He entertained his semi-waking mind by tracing patterns of the earthy colors on the tapestry that hung on the wall facing him. He rubbed his hands slowly on the bedsheet, felt a smoothness and said to himself, "This

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.

“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.

Noah had snuck out plenty of times, but never with a camera in his hand.

“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.

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.

Tree seedlings, called woodsprites, control the plot and the actions of the Na’vi, propelling the plot when possible, along with the archetypes of the evil figures. Jake was following Neytiri back to her camp, with her telling him to leave the whole time. Suddenly, a bunch of woodsprites landed on Jake, causing Neytiri to let him accompany her to the camp. This propelled the plot forward since it made Jake get allowed into the camp and continue his hero’s journey. Without this happening, Jake wouldn’t have been able to help the Na’vi or even join them in the final battle for their lives. He probably would have ended up being killed by them. Earlier in Avatar, Jake was wandering around in the forest, and Neytiri was preparing to kill him.

Scientists say rain was created from a process called the water cycle, little do they know rain was created by a young Goddess with a broken heart, named Raina. Raina lived in the clouds with her family. She was a young Goddess with beautiful dark hair that shined in the sun, and fierce green eyes. Raina was lonely, although she was surrounded by love from her family she desired more. Raina desired a husband, a significant other to spend her days with. Raina was so excited to go on this adventure in hopes of finding true love, she decided to confide the news of this adventure to her family, the only people she had ever loved. One night during supper Raina stood up and announced, “ I have some news, before any of you say something let me finish speaking. Although you all love me dearly I desire a compain, a husband to love me. I have decided to go on an adventure to find this true love”   Overjoyed Raina’s mother Willow, stood up and exclaimed, “ My only daughter is going to find love! She will find a man whom someday she will hopefully marry. I have been waiting for this day forerver.”  A tall burly man with a rounded stomach, who had been quietly observing the girls, finally stood up and said, “Who will the lucky God be?” Raina was extremely disheartend once her father uttered those words, for Raina wanted to marry a human not a God, Raina had found Gods egotistical and uncaring. Raina sighed and said, “ I do not want to marry a God father, I desire a human.” Greatly

Nick fidgeted with his train ticket and bent the corners. He buttoned and unbuttoned his flannel shirt and he re-tied his shoelaces. He could now see the train slowing to a stop as it pulled into the station. It was big and loud. Nick couldn’t remember the last time he had been on a train. Nick stood up. He picked up his things.

There was no denying it; the walls of Malwrath were insurmountable to the legion. Even the almighty Zues trembled at the sight of such a city, for even his divine aid could not overcome Cerberus, the monstrous guard of the underworld. The stench of death proliferated from the nearby river canals; Hades, hated by gods and men alike, was at work again, spreading his diseases and suffering like a plague upon his realm.

Anxiety filled his chest as he peered behind the curtain of the stage. Hundreds of faces stared back at him, some glanced, and a few faithful fans waved. He could feel the anticipation filling the room as the opening act finished their set and they were about to take the stage. His banner dropped from the rafters and in bright red calligraphy Her Portrait In Black shined brightly and the crowd went wild.

The trip back home in the rickety, old wagon, was bone jarring to say the least. Every turn of the wheel, tightened a vice around Charity's heart, causing it to feel heavier and heavier. For the first few miles, she sat quietly, thinking exclusively about her life with her grandparents. How they had always been a part of her life; her earliest memories. She had no memory of her mother and father- all she really knew about them was what her grandparents told her. Her grandmother and grandfather, were the only parents she’d ever known. After seeing Eli, she had a faint recollection of seeing him sometime before, maybe when she was small. And, other than Tokola, the old Indian man that came often to the cabin, they were the only people she’d ever

The train slows then halts to pick up and drop off people at the next stop. While the train is waiting in the station, there is a loud din from all the people talking, but as soon as the cars begin to move the loud rumble of the train drowns out the voices of the people. The train is filled to capacity, so people sit jammed between others and many stand holding poles, so they do not fall from the motion of the train. Finally, the train starts with the inevitable lurch and throws many other standees forward, causing them to fall on the laps of those sitting. The motorman, oblivious to the havoc he wreaked, continues along and the people compose themselves and are content to resume their former activities. The train stops and starts; workers and professionals hurry

Everybody is on or has been on a journey before. Being on a journey is very important because it gives you a goal or task that you want to accomplish. When you go on a journey you find is yourself through the experiences and obstacles that life throws at you. Throughout a journey, you are taught life lessons and have the capability of applying that new knowledge for the future for a better outcome. Sometimes, these life lessons challenge you and you ultimately succeed at the end. For the past 5 months, I have been on a journey as I have been learning a new instrument that I’ve always wanted to learn since I was a little kid. Being on this path has taught me many life lessons and how to stay focused on what really matters.