Essay On My Hero's Journey

My hero’s journey started a year ago when I met my best friend, Michael. We met online and when we started talking we instantly became friends. He is tall and he is really smart and a good thinker, he loves to play basketball and he being just 16 he has accomplished so much. We had so much in common and I could talk to him about whatever and I knew he wouldn’t judge me. The only problem then was that he lived in Hollywood and I lived in Livermore. After a few months of talking to him we became

Hi! I’m Peter Parker, the tiny, round spider in the corner of the room. I will be telling you all about my great adventure from the most miserable little creature to a lucky, eight-legged spider. My adventure started the moment I was born, because my mother died. There is no way that I would forget the eight blank eyes staring into mine. I couldn’t handle it, so I scuttled in no particular direction for two days straight. When I finally settled down, I found a dimly lit room that reeked of humans

Journey opens in a monochromatic world where a lonely girl sits on the steps of her house as her family is too busy for her. Finding a piece of bright red chalk, she draws a door on the wall and opening it, steps into a brightly lit and colored forest. Using her chalk to draw a small boat on the river, the girl climbs in and sails away until reaching a castle like city. Quickly sketching a hot air balloon as she careens over a waterfall, the young girl floats above the clouds of the city observing

The next day was the last day of our trip. I was toying with the idea of not saving my family. What’s the point when we’re no better than humans? “You’ve been looking weaker lately. Are you okay?” “You know the disease that killed my kind?” “Yes.” “I have it now. I’m dying.” “What? I can fix it right? I can save you with the sacrifice?” “I don’t know.” “You got tense when you said that,” Vira looked at me with concern. “I don’t know if it’s worth it to do the sacrifice.” “Of course it is

“Thanks for giving me a ride to my tour bus,” I began. “It’s not always easy being a celebrity.” “No problem, but I really can’t believe that I’m sitting with the real Max Rivers,” teased Emily. I laughed. We shared an awkward car ride to the bus. “Woah! Where did the tour bus go?” I started to panic. “Call your mom,” she suggested. “She’s probably asleep, I’ll call her in the morning.” “Okay, but where are you going to go?” Asked Emily. “What about a hotel?” “I can’t stay at a hotel, they will recognize

He smiled and said, “Practice. We should get going on the spell.” Veronica, Dad, and I stood around the circle of candles and held out my hands. “All right, Veronica. Are you holding my hand?” I asked. My hand felt warm. “Yes.”

At a young age and even today we all have a hero; it can range from a character in movies to video games even into literature. Throughout my life I have never been one to enjoy reading or watching movies, my daily activity was playing video games meaning all the heroes to me where inside a video game. Growing up playing numberless different videos games you get a taste at such a diverse variety of worlds, story line, environments, and even items. That being, I have come to learn about quite a bit

I look around enjoying nature but then I hear a scream. I spin around multiple times to see where it came from, so I start to jog down the path quickening to a sprint. I turn my head in every direction not knowing what to do, so I start to walk again, breathing heavily and my feet crunching against the rocky path. I put my mind to the wind and the singing birds again. I get more relaxed when I started to feel rain falling against me. The sound of rain dripping, the birds singing and the wind rustling

As the border patrol exited the school taking me with him, mamma and papa were already in the patrols car along with the rest of the family. Once I saw my family, my eyes opened wide, shocked, I tried to grasp for air and words and what came out was, " what's happening papa?" Papa looked out the window, with regret and sadness in his voice he simply said" they have found us miho." I instantly looked at mamma, with tears in her eyes she said " we are getting deported Panchito." She turned to papa

convention season, the one time of year I can be around others like me and totally have a fangasm and nobody bats an eye. My first taste of the con life way was back in 2005 at the tender age of 12 years old. It would be for another 8 years until I fully became immersed in this lifestyle/culture, when I was blessed by the Geek Gods with tickets to San Diego Comic Con, with a lot of help from my mom Rosann of course. From that moment in 2013,