Greek Narrative

In the book SlaughterHouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, the main character is named Billy Pilgrim. Billy has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and experiences his life over and over again and can not stop it. PTSD is a disorder that is caused by a traumatic event that a person has experienced. Billy’s PTSD is present throughout the whole novel. I think Billy’s PTSD is a part of the reason that he is going “through time” and is “unstuck” in time.

The Ancient Greeks believed in many gods and heroes during their time. Each one had a sole purpose in a mortal’s lifetime. Greek mythology had a huge impact on religion in Ancient Greece. The Greeks performed rituals in order to honor their gods. Mythology affected the Ancient Greeks in many ways. The origins of mythology, the influences of mythology through a human’s lifetime and lessons taught in the ancient myths will be examined.

She puts her feet on the dashboard. We are flying between the mountain crests, under miles and miles of sky and an endless cloak of fireflies. Her blue-green eyes catch the flies’ kerosene glow, and the wind from the open window tangles her hair.

During the initial introduction many of the people recalled how beautiful the day started, the sky was blue, clear and perfect. However, as soon as people realized that an airplane had flown

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

Had Sal known that his parachute would fail to open, he probably wouldn’t have taken the sunset drop-the last drop of the day. Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets as he hurled toward an earth indifferent to his existence. No, this isn’t happening, he thought. This isn’t happening at all.

You are in an airport waiting for your plane to arrive. You've never flown before, and are more terrified than you can ever remember being. Everyone has told you the supposedly comforting statistics - "millions of planes take off each day and there's only a handful of crashes," "flying is safer than driving." You know rationally that there is no reason to be so scared, but regardless your heart is racing, your palms are sweating, and you're light-headed. Simply the thought of being up in the air, out of control, makes you feel faint. Finally the flight attendant announces that your plane has arrived. But as all the other passengers line up to get onboard, you grab your luggage and walk straight out of the airport,

I nod, straightening and we’re moving out, keeping to the shadows of the alleyways and overgrowth. Thorn glances back at me after a while, before putting a hand on her hip. “Still think we should have left her behind. This thing goes bad and she’ll freak in the middle of gunfire. She looks like someone who tends to lose their marbles.”

She took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes while emerging from the damaged spacecraft. Vibrant green grass awaited her along with trees all around and the smell of fresh rain dropping from the sky above. Raegan took a moment to wrap her head around what she had just experienced. It was only supposed to be a mission to collect data about the rings of Saturn. She was aware she went through something queer, something scientists said had only been a theory not yet proved. A wormhole; a fold in space. Raegan didn’t quite know where she was. All she had been aware of was that something went unplanned, which caused her to crash into a planet, perhaps in a distant universe. Anything could be possible in the infinite abyss we call space.

“You don’t understand, Hitler is coming here, and I need to tell the others.” She gushingly reveals dashing promptly across the street, darting into a hallway as the searching spotlight narrowly misses her.

"It's it obvious?" Nikki asked. "I want us to do a sexy photo shoot. It's not kinky. But I'd figure it would spice things up. Do you know how to take professional photos?"

According to various accounts of the creation of the world. Hesoids version describes that in the beginning, there was only Erebus, or darkness, Nyx, or night, and Chaos, who has been interpreted as the opening form which the other ancient characters arose. Then appeared Gaea, or mother earth, personified as the solid foundation of the world. Next, was Tartarus who is usually confused with the residence Hades, but was depicted as the father of some of Gaea’s children. Also appearing after Chaos was Eros, the source of sexual love/attraction that brought beings together to produce more children.

It whirlwinds by so fast your mind can barely process the motions, and now your surrounded by green, and brick, and people. They’re everywhere and you pause to get a breath, to ease you mounting panic. You keep walking. Upstairs now. How many flights was it? One or Two? This door or the next one?

“Good morning little ones! My name is Stella.” I wondered if Stella got her name from the creatures below us. “As you see, you are in the skies known as ‘The Never Ending Pathway’. This is where the deceased like you guys are trapped here to earn respect and a second chance.” Many of the people turned to each other curiously. I wondered if they even understood what was going on.

“The old heavens were exploded” humans were no longer the center of creation (Norton, p.238). The scientific revolution that took place in seventeenth century Europe was truly remarkable and profound. What was believed by folks of ancient times was no longer believed. With scientific evidence people no longer thought that the luminaries of the sky shone to light their way or to give them beauty, the sky itself was an illusion, its color a thing in the mind only and for anyone looking upward was really looking only into the darkness of endless space (Norton, p.238). Furthermore, humans that were once considered to be the center of the creation were now puny objects swinging in space like every other distant object (Norton, p.238). The departure