An Alternate Ending Of A Hero's Journey Chapter 8

Hunter steps back and smirks as Carter climbs to his feet and brushes off his clothes. Carter resists the urge to trip hunter as he runs toward the beach and up to Hillcrest. Carter walks up the dirt hill to the chapel. The path winds through the woods and the roots of the closely grown trees are used in place of stairs. Carter arrives at the chapel. They don’t use the space as often as they should. It is simple with large screen windows, a plain wooden cross, and unadorned altar at the front. They sing inside occasionally, but the campers often don’t care for the building, they find it oppressive. Carter pauses at the top of the hill. Surveying the camp spread out below him,

Pg 12- “In the back bedroom he could hear trains passing. Lying beside him sleeping brother, he’d listen to the broad, low sound: faint, then rising, faint again, then high, beckoning whistles, then gone. The sound of it brought goose bumps. Lost in longing, Louie imagined himself on a train, rolling into country he couldn’t see, growing smaller and more distant until he disappeared.”

Tonight he wouldn’t get much sleep. He hugged his arms to his chest and let his teeth chatter. He hadn’t been this cold since he had nearly drowned trying to escape more than a year ago. “It’s warmer in the cabin if you want.” Called Peter’s hesitant voice.”

On October 6th, 2016 at around 3 p.m. I rode the number 1 train from Van Courtlandt Park in the Bronx to South Ferry in lower Manhattan. The ride lasted about an hour. Like stated earlier, this should’ve been just another ride I had to take on the subway, but to my surprise it was a different experience. Without the disturbance of music and my phone, my senses were focused on everything in my surroundings and with that, the things I’ve observed on my ride were fascinating. This essay will focus on the observations I’ve made about the different riders

and then looked at the train out of town. They asked themselves why three in

“Sitting at the dais, I felt tired but much too excited to think about sleep. I glanced around the room and smiling faces turned toward me. Someone asked whether I was ready to leave. I shook my head. ‘I'd like to stay awhile longer.”

As the trains stops in downtown Toronto I can see lots of people walking on and off other trains, tall buildings, lots of cars, and the people all look so happy it just makes you feel happy inside. Now we have to walk to go to the subway and take the subway to the gym where the games are played. The subway in Canada are much cleaner and nicer than the American subways. As we walked down the concert stairs you could hear the train coming a mile away. As you see lights coming from around the corner you know it is close. As the train slowed down again you saw a lot of other people on the train.We walk onto a much longer train. On the inside it is warm and carpeted. Not many chairs but plenty of standing room. We have to wait three stops before we got off. Everytime the train stopped you could feel yourself leaning forward then jerking back. Also as the train turned you could see the whole train looked like it was being bent. As you walk up the concert stairs then walk onto the street and the sun hits your skin after being underground you feel

“All of my family is happy and out of harm's way. They are living in Israel.” I didn’t know where this magical place called Israel was where people were happy, but I prayed there were safe and away from the war.

After they crossed the Liang border, Jingyan began to recognize the roads, lakes and mountains. He directed the wagon with minimal instruction from Mei Changsu, who, in the entire morning, only spoke to ask if Jingyan wanted to stop for food.

In the front room where the delivery had just taken place, Lelia closed her eyes, not wanting to hold the infant, or speak with Owen. Thus she pretended to sleep. However, the sleep she so desperately needed did not come. She was overwhelmed with thoughts of her life with Owen and her memories of Sam, they twisted and mingled together until they ultimately became one. Only then, did she drift into a deep slumber, putting an end to the difficult, complicated past nine months.

He hadn’t slept in days. He wouldn’t sleep until everything was somewhat normal. He had made everyone stay up all night until they had a plan. They didn’t sleep very well that night.

As the train hit the brake run, the brakes tighten with impressive force and speed, bringing the train to a smooth stop. The combination of grace and power and its disorienting array of twists and turns is impressive.

“I’m tired.” Richie declared as the last glimmer of light fell below the mountains, The boys stood there in the cold and darkness thinking about what they had been doing. Richie resented himself for what he accomplished, but for once in his life, he was finally

The Shaking was on the fringe of being unbearable it was like a 2.5 earthquake on the train. The shaking through the hours got less and less over time, though he could still not find his serenity, but every now and then Christof's suitcase would fall off his seat and he would have to pick it back up off the ground.

Before i could answer with any suspicions of my own the train screeched as the cabin we were in jolted. The people that had been getting to their feet were knocked back down, the cabin floated for a brief