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“Swimming vigorously,” dodging bullets, and cannons, while exhibiting “super-human strength,” he is able to evade the soldiers and make it home to his wife. The author skillfully takes the reader along this journey, while all along, dropping clues that our hero is already dead.

In everyone’s life, we experience fear. It is an emotion which seizes everyone’s attention and actions. It can cause a person to perform something they never imagined doing. Yet, after constant submission to the same feeling of fear, one becomes desensitized to it. The same chemical reactions in someone's head which caused their heart to race and mind to blank no longer has those same effects. It leads a person to wonder how they can survive past this dreadful feeling. Yet, there are people who stand in the face of fear and experience these feelings so no one else has to, heros. One of the main traits of a hero is standing resilient in the face of fear and the adversity which accompanies it.

The town fell eerily silent after he was killed. A mix of relief, confusion and fear washed over the residents who now assumed that the worst was over. And it was— for a while.

Now far enough away from the night club opening, Jessie could hear the distinct sound of a woman screaming. The heart wrenching sound made her stop mid step. Cold terror washed over her as she neared the corner of the alley and peered around it. There were distinct shapes - someone on the ground writhing in pain, one cowering against the wall, and three that approached her. She heard the poor woman crying out for help and saw one of the advancing shadows reach a hand up to strike her across the face. Nausea broiled in the put of her stomach and Jessie took a cautious step in. For a moment she weighed her options - trying to decide what to do. Did she fight or did she fly? Whatever - or rather whoever she thought she saw obviously wasn't real. There was no Superman. But this woman still needed help. Jessie clung to her phone as though it was a bludgeoning weapon and dialed 911. She took a step forward - about to call out to the attackers - when another shadow landed in front of her.

He woke up in a dark room. He was numb and dizzy. The figure of a man kept on flickering through his head. He couldn’t move. He had no memory. His whole body was full of pain and agony.

All i could hear was the faint yelp of a gravely injured man. As i looked around, i found the source of the adamant yelling.

When he made it to the hospital for surgery the doctor had told him that he would lose his eye. But that didn’t stop him from doing what he wanted. Soon after he became apart of the Special Operations Forces elite.

Upon his arrival to the fight he realizes that a naked female is present in the boxing ring and he has no control over his body’s response to viewing her. His first battle seems to be in his mind regarding feelings toward this lady. He is frustrated with her beautiful appearance that causes him to be visually aroused and hates her being there. At the same time he can tell she is frightened and wants to save her from the groping, inebriated men. Once the lady is gone the fighters are blindfolded and the narrator is about to encounter a physical battle that he was not expecting. Once his vision is obstructed the name calling begins. He hears someone yell, “I want to get at that ginger-colored nigger. Tear him limb from limb” (Ellison 200). He wonders if he is the only one blindfolded. The fighting starts and the narrator is hit so hard in the head that blood flows into his mouth. Somehow he is able to move the blindfold so he can visualize what is going on. He is now able to avoid some of the blows but still fighting so he does not bring attention to

He closes his eyes, and the relief is indescribable; a cessation from the trauma was immensely welcome. At this moment, he began to desperately cling to the hope for an afterlife and long for the compassionate God soon to be expecting him.

Compared to many people, my choice of a hero is very unorthodox. Not only is the hero of my choice not a real person, but they are also not a recognizable character from a well-known work of fiction. In fact, they are a character of my own creation. I dubbed her “Axl Bauer,” a representation and combination of the people I respect.

The first had had so many hopes and dreams for the future, but the second hadn't lasted a single night before being cast aside for the third… and even when re-donned, in the end, it’d ultimately been the least effective of the lot.

It was a very faint scream and as if somebody was being killed. The scream went on for a while and eventually ended with a gurgling. Everything was silent.

He couldn't breathe. The whole world was closing in on him, suffocating him, choking him. He managed to whisper out the next few

She dug to the very back where she revealed her old superhero costume. She dusted the shoulders and removed the suit from the closet. The suit was a deeper red than Shutterbug remembered. The suit was rubber and shiny. She bent down and removed some knee high leather black boots from the back of the closet. This seemed a little over the top for a rebellious evil villain. Shutterbug put on the suit, with difficulty. She was not as slender as she used to be. Squeezing her hips into the jumper was the hardest part. She yanked and pulled until at last, she was in. Holding one leg in the air she slid the knee high boots over the tight pants, lost her balance, and fell to the ground. “THIS IS RIDICULOUS!” she exclaimed. Settling on the floor, she snatched the other boot and pulled it onto her other leg. The boots were fitted and came just above her knee. She stood up and headed to her dresser. Rummaging through the top drawer, she pulled out a small mask to cover the area around her eyes. Shutterbug smiled and headed into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. “Today is a day that no one will forget.” and

This most fearsome warrior has proven himself from the youngest age as worthy of honor and respect. He is driven by his father's legacy of shame and has no use for unsuccessful men. But as he projects his image of strength, we