preview

Creative Writing: A Hero's Journey

Decent Essays

Sue froze where she stood, frozen for what must have felt like hours. “You mean, he waited all of this time to paint his masterpiece and not only did he paint it for me but – he used his life to paint it.” Sue was overwhelmed at the thought, she was the reason Mr. Behrman had gone out that night, she was the reason he had passed away. “I caused his demise, my own selfishness did this!” Sue cried. Johnsy quickly took hold of Sue’s hands and said to her: “No darling, you did just the opposite, you showed Mr. Behrman what he had been looking for, for these years. You inspired his masterpiece!” Understanding then that Mr. Behrman’s sacrifice for her, was no sacrifice at all, his dream had been fulfilled and he had continued his journey. At that …show more content…

Her days consisting of sleeping, eating, and artistic pursuits, Sue became obsessed with preparing herself, so when that day arrived she would be ready to create her masterpiece. “You’ve progressed from bedridden to nearly sprinting around the studio in only a few days, you may need to slow down or I won’t be able to keep up!” Johnsy laughingly said. “Art isn’t made, it’s found deep in the far corners of the closets of our minds, right now I don’t even have the key to my closet!" Sue said, whilst simultaneously drawing light and shadow studies on her paper, no sign of slowing for an instant. “Alright, well let me know if you need a lantern, surely you cannot find your masterpiece in the dark.” Johnsy said, laughing and shaking her head as she walked …show more content…

In her time not spent preparing her skills, Sue was frantically searching for new opportunities to further her art career. Originally her endeavors were small, one or two pieces in a gallery, occasionally receiving a private commission, however one day everything changed. Sue burst through the door of the studio, running towards her room, nearly slipping twice along the way. “What is the matter with you, Dear?” asked Johnsy, rightfully confused by the sudden commotion. “I’ve found it! I’ve found my opportunity to create my masterpiece!” Sue exclaimed between breaths, after frantically heaving her luggage bag out from under her bed. “One of my pieces on display over at brown’s gallery caught the eye of an art collector. He said that it “Spoke to him,” so much that the wants for me to accompany him on his journey to Europe!” “Oh my – that’s wonderful!” Johnsy exclaimed, “When do you leave?” “I’m to meet the collector at the docks in the morning, we’ll be on our way by noon!” The two celebrated and packed all night, both overflowing with excitement for the journey to

Get Access