My Heroic Journey

We're just stopping for lunch and then we're moving on. The rock is is 3 stones taller than all the others it doesn't seem like a significant landmark to me but it's what we were told to do.

As he left the maze, he saw it… a beautiful, shiny rock. It looked like the sun. Remembering Tanks description, it must be Tanks’ secret treasure. He swam around it and when he touched it, the rock moved. Did the flood loosen it? What should I do? If I leave it here, the river could take it. Would the Beavers help me get it home?

When I was little, my grandfather taught me how to swim. I remember the time we were

Just like the city, the rock was unattractive, even unassuming, but it was vast upon further consideration. It was a fractal display of carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and hydrogen hidden below a mound of layers. These were the same four elements that made

I came to and looked around at the eerily familiar landscape, but something was missing. The house. It was gone. I slowly walked towards the plantation that I had visited so many times before, and as I grew closer and closer, I saw something peculiar. What was a rock doing in the middle of an empty field? The field was empty except for a single tree, which

My story is like a journey into Hades’s lair but reaching haven. I wasn’t blessed with the emotionally supportive family like some children do. However, I’m glad I wasn’t because it led to my passion for reading. My mom quit her job to stay at home and take care of me and my sister. She was always in the house and was strict about where I could go and what I could do. My dad on the other hand is married to his job. Day and night, he sits at a computer and types undecipherable code into the program. For me, I stayed at home (if I wasn’t at school) and was married to my books.

Are you a hero? What do you think defines a hero? Being a hero is not someone who is greedy or someone who changes the world. A hero is someone who is brave, determined, innovative, and someone who has leadership; people like Malala Yousafzai, Steve Jobs, and Dale Beatty are heroes. Anybody can be a hero and change the world

I never said I was a hero. I was simply in the right place at the right time. How I got there is a long story.....

have a look at those rocks down there”(30). There was no telling of what his intentions

tire trip to a place called Playa Escondida is a beach that is in the middle of a big rock to get there we have

A bicycle trip on the coast of Turkey would be amazing! It sounds like your living a fairly nomadic lifestyle with those work assignments too. Are you excited about relocating? I’d love to travel the world like that.

I left the figure at the mouth of the cave while I floundered down the cave. After about what seemed like days, I saw columns of stone travelling from the ceiling to the floor. It looked more like a mine than a cave. I remembered what the figure said. Maybe if I followed the mine, I could find my way out, I

My dad watched as my nine year old sister and I swam near the shore. We were having the time of our lives out there on the boogie board! We just couldn't wait for the next wave as we counted down “3,2,1...embrace the wave!” This wouldn't be the last time we were counting down. As we continued to swim out in the ocean my sister wanted to go up and swim by the

The rock structure is so perplexing. The arch made up of multiple boulders doesn’t look like anything that nature could ever make naturally. It defies gravity standing on the very top of the rock wall lining the rushing Missouri. The light grey structure has thousands of crevices that formed themselves from natural wear-and-tear over time. 200 feet up, it towers over the Missouri River keeping a watchful eye on all of the wildlife.

I had been fishing for hours now. The piercing heat radiated off of the sun. My forehead was beaded with sweat as my eyes came across a rock poking out of the water. I turned back to my line anxious for a tug, a nibble, anything that showed me there was still life in the water. My eyes made their way back to the rock. It seemed so out of place, yet it didn’t move from its spot. I did not want to end up like this rock. It was stuck, captured by the pond, waiting for the forces of nature to erode it away. I eventually reeled in my line and just continued to stare at the pond. The water was calm now and still the rock sat there. Since then, I have driven by that pond numerous times and the rock still held its place. Each time I think to myself, that rock has really changed the way I look at the world. Each time I am thankful, for this has rock taught me what I wanted to do with my life by showing me what I did not want to happen in my life.