Creative Writing: My Hero's Journey

The forest had gone.... and the Witch looked much younger. Audette opened her eyes and had found herself upon a brow of white lilies. The shape of the shrouded old woman seemed changed. Having turned around, and opened her mantle to the tearing gusts, Meliza revealed to the young lady two streams of shinging blackness and smooth white flesh. Audette stopped in her tracks.

After saying goodnight to Simon and Magnus, Clary quickly shut the door to the library. The hallway was silent and still as the ocean tide, she had heard Lilian call for her just as her best friends in the world told her their goodbyes for the night. Magnus had conjured up a portal which would take him and Simon back to the village where they lived. Simon lived in a simple but modest house, on the outskirts of town, on a farm with his Mother and older sister. Magnus however, resided in a small, comfortable loft just above the local clothing store.

Laurel nodded her head when she heard that Zinda would be willing to aid her in her efforts of keeping the city running smoothly. “With that attitude I think Ryder will love you.” She stated with a small laugh, her head shook from side to side. “Even before the outbreak I always had a hard time sleeping.” She reached her right hand up and placed it against the back of her neck, rubbing at it. “So it really doesn’t bother me all that much.” She nodded her head. She knew what Zinda said was true, that she should try and sleep more but that seemed easier said than done. She really tried to sleep at night sleep just seemed to elude her, it was never there when she really need it. Like the night they got back from the Farmhouse, all she wanted to do was fall asleep and forget the whole events that had taken place there. Sadly that didn’t happen, she stayed up all night thinking about how she could have done thing differently, that she should have stayed with Kate.

After John harnessed the team to the wagon, he, Charity, and Charles loaded Uriah into it. She and Charles then headed to town with him. She left John and Martha Jane to watch over the younger children, with strict orders that they had all better be on their best behavior until her return. John was nearly twelve; she figured he ought to be capable of watching the little ones.

Weeks later, as Snowman stares into the familiar bright green eyes, he thinks back to what led him here, forgetting the fact that in a few moments, his whole world will be turned upside down.

A fortnight passed, and Percy and his siblings spent extra time with Will. After coming close to losing him, they all got along better than ever.

It was unclear what exactly woke up the small elf, maybe the unfamiliar sounds of horse hooves against the ground, maybe the bright sunlight shining through the sparse forest, maybe the motions of the carriage from the uneven terrain, or some divine forsaken mixture of the three. When she attempted raising her arms to shield her eyes from the harsh light, she discovered that they had been bound together, and rather tightly at that. 'Great,' she thought to herself.

Falstaff shows Hal the comic side of living and the vices that accompany it. In other words, he drags Hal down to his immoral level. John Dover Wilson, wrote an essay called “Fortunes of Falstaff,” in which states that “Falstaff typifies Vanity in every sense of the word” (134). Further suggesting that Hal cannot help but be a part of this vanity, especially when the alternative is the court of his father, king Henry IV.

In Shakespeare’s Henry part one and two, Prince Hal (Henry V) was a commoner loving prince who had taken too bad hobbies such as stealing and lying. He would often hang out in bars, but when his father was dying he becomes a somewhat responsible young an adult and starts to shed off some of his formal friends. He processes further in Henry V when he becomes king but even though Hal has become king he still displays characteristics of his formal self, often playing “pranks” on his army in disguise or wooing Kate.

I now stood in the empty hall. The walls were made of cold cobblestone, lined neatly forming the long hallway to the feeding room. The building, Mrs. Reed’s residence was an old castle created from stone and iron. The hallway was dark only being illuminated by infrequent sconces sitting on the walls two inches below the ceiling. There were no windows as the residents of the castle, being stalkers of the night, had an incredible aversion towards the beating rays of the sun. Before me was the feeding-room door, where the creatures that lived in the castle fed upon their provided pints of blood every evening at midnight. I stopped, intimidated and trembling. What a miserable little poltroon had fear, engendered of unjust punishment, made of

Jake Fontaine trudged up the wooden steps to the house, each step adding another layer of guilt. He stepped across the porch and the heavy thuds of his boots announced his arrival. Life wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. He and his brother, Harrison, had grown up on this ranch and after their parents passed, Gramps took them in. Now, Harrison was gone, murdered. How would he tell his grandfather?

While Dr. Queen and Jackson where walking home from their “adventures”, they heard a loud crack that sounded like a lightning strike but there wasn't a storm brewing. Shortly after the crack a huge spaceship came rushing toward them as if it was going to land. The spaceship ended up landing in the middle of where Dr. Queen and Jackson were walking. As it landed Dr. Queen and Jackson were to astonished to run so they stayed there and examine the ship. While they were examining it a door from the ship began to open, behind the door stood a man dressed like a modern cowboy with his long jacket. He seemed to be the Pilot of the ship since he was talking to the ship like he was the captain or something. He than approached them.

“Glad you two were able to come in at the last minute.” Coates pointed them towards the seats in the interview room. It was best for her to head up the interview, giving it a softer approach from a feminine perspective.

A chuckle escaped her parted lips when she heard what Octavia had asked her. She licked her lips, pushed down on the bottom and began to speak. “It took some time for me to figure out what need to be done to get back down here, to the ground.” She paused, pulling the radio from her lips. Head tilting off to the side as a laugh escaped her lips. Octavia was probably the only living person left who knew that she was the one that wasted 3 months of oxygen and not Finn. She lifted the radio back to her mouth, “We are here now and ready to get you guys out. It might take use a while.” She mused. “But we will get you guys out of there.” She released the button, lowering the radio she sat it down on a pile of rubble. Dark hues stared at it as she

"Ugh. It's disgusting, how convincing you sound gassing me up like that, like you'd fit right in with the rest of the pandering idiots roaming about the castle. I take back what I said about missing you earlier." He scowled in mock disgust, though his words couldn't be further from the truth. Having Hal here eased some of the pressure off Dirk's mind, and gave him an ally where he normally would have none. The sight of the green-clad men flanking English's side instilled the same visceral unease in Dirk as it did in Hal, and he could tell without knowing a thing about them that they were of the type to serve a tyrant in his quest to steal power. As they sit down, Dirk shakes his head. "Having dinners like these so regularly is new -