A Hero's Journey

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

I am stranded in a land of wind and sea. I have been stranded for almost a decade and sailed through thunderstorms and high winds. The rain was pouring on my back shivering me with coldness. These high winds have been blowing away the sweat off my head. I have been very seasick and hunting down enormous sea animals. I lost a ton of weight and my skin is completely bloated with so much water. My eyes are so heavy from catching whales, I can barely stay awake. Our food supply has been scarce, I only ate small pieces of food a day. I was in so much famine, I would eat anything. I am being pushed to my limits and I fear that I might not come back alive from this terrifying adventure. This adventure has been loading me with pain I want to immediately sail back home. This letter might be the only thing you will ever hear from me.

It took me 11 years to understand that I’m a creative creature in this world. My social media has always been blown up with pictures I took, but my very first camera was a video camera. I discovered passion to videos earlier that I did to photography. At the same time, the notebook and a pen has never left my purse. Everything whats been following me through out my journey of life always went straight to a piece of paper. Like a diary. Instead there were short stories and proses. At the conclusion, I decided to major in Journalism. #Journalism #Reporting #Blogger #LifeLover #Adventure #Traveler #Instagrammer

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

"So what, your life's just one day of shit-reeking demons after the next? That sucks, dude. No wonder you've got something stuck way up your-" Wynonna's eyes intimated she silently chided herself, even though he looked almost amused. Almost. A hint of a smile that could've actually just been a trick of shadows. Feeling him trying to size her up, Wynonna almost felt a little frenzy of insecurity. Everyone in town's mind was pretty much made up about her, no one had freshly judged her in a long time, and she wasn't sure she missed the feeling. She'd been trying her best with the curse, with Revenants, even to be a better sister, and it was uncomfortable to have someone stride in the middle of all that trying and try to put those jagged pieces

With every march, every mile, every step I feel freedom approaching. Although I may look like a pair of dilapidated flats, my ardent nature flows through my threading. The countless grains of sand have scratched at my bottom, wearing me thin. My excessive usage helps me conform to each callus and provide the ultimate comfort of belonging with the foot of Sarojini Naidu. Even with my extraordinary fondness of her, I am tiring of all this trekking we have been doing. Relieving India of Britain’s taxation is an exemplary justification as to why I have covered over 240 miles, but my heel hurts. I fear that soon I will be of no use in protecting her sole. Still, I persevere onward with her steady pace.

Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over

Going through the motions of clearing away the remnants of the failed luncheon, Casey pondered the events of that afternoon. How did it go so wrong when it had started out so pleasantly? The only thing she knew was that she hadn’t been truthful when Fiona had asked if she had seen anything in the house since moving in. With Ray standing there, she wasn’t able to tell Fiona all that she had experienced. Ray would think she was going mad and want to take her back to Macon to see Dr. Cannon.

The wheels of the cart squealed as a group of merchants pulled it along the slope. The three horse team continued at a slow gait. They'd spent four days wandering the path from the capital city of Lustria to the furthest outskirt village of Tidal. Auron and his son, Lorne walked along at opposite sides of the cart. The older man rested his hand on his pommel as he walked. It had been years since he'd taken this road. Fifteen years wasn't a long enough time for him though. However, he'd taken this job with nary a concern for where he and Lorne were going. The contract was lucrative and Lorne had never seen anything beyond the walls of their own village far off to the east.

She is trapped, with her back against the ropes, her guard is down. His words are thrown like wild punches and in all her efforts to sway and avoid the punches. Her body stood still. She was defenseless. This misery turned into everyday normalities.

“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.”

“He’s 200 pounds?” I asked. He nodded. “Wow, he seemed so light.” We all laughed.

Corey: Dude! Why have you been ignoring me? And why do you look so down?

What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks, and his eyes wandered over the peach corset, visible under the open Kimono robe, and how it drew attention to Lila’s figure and accentuated her cleavage. He whistled in appreciation, then pushed the front door shot and snapped home the dead-bolt before he moved towards her. “Well, well, what do we have here?” The tone was not the friendly one of a man returning home to his wife after a hard day at the

Sitting in a chair in my study, I stared out into the vast landscape of Grand Isle from a gaunt window. Staring as intently as this, people would think one as insane. I can assure you that I am not insane. I simply would just stare at the ocean and listen to its wave’s crash upon the shore. It was loud and angry, as if taking one's wife was not enough to satisfy it. I suppose it was something that Edna had in common with the ocean; they were both ludicrous. It only took me so long to see the comparison. To see what they were really like.