Personal Narrative: The Invincible By Arthur Miller

Joseph Campbell has a theory called The Hero’s Journey in where an individual is shown in a mundane world, called to an adventure, and goes on the adventure. In the adventure, the individual goes on the path of trials that consisting of making new friends, new mentors, new enemies, facing new challenges, gaining new skills, and new knowledge. When the individual comes back to their mundane world, they are the master of two worlds through their new experiences they've gained in the adventure. The Hero’s Journey has been repeated in literature and films through many years: two examples that have The Hero’s Journey are the films, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief.

To play a role given to us, isn’t fun once we learn of it, however, breaking away pushes us further into the journey. The Hero's Journey, a repetitive process that seems to be in the basic natural structure of every human, and despite any efforts are often replicating it ourselves. Following the journey is simple and sometimes unavoidable. The whole journey is mapped out by Christopher Vogler's The Writer's Journey. Then seen in Dracula, Bedazzled, and Noah. Also, in a easier way Howl's Moving Castle and The Game.

For two more weeks I remained in the hospital. Three times every day a nurse brought me a tray with a meal and medication. She watched as I swallowed the tablets, but never as I ate the meal. Compared to a normal sized portion of food, what I was given in hospital would be considered small, but my stomach was far too used to rations beyond small. Most days I was able to eat almost half a plate of pasta before my stomach rebelled and decided to throw it all back up again.

Everyone has someone in their life that is trying to take what they have. In the Crucible by Arthur Miller, written in 1952, there are two women that stand out due to their conflicting personalities. The two women are Elizabeth Proctor and Abigail Williams. Elizabeth Proctor is a caring mom and wife that tells the truth, while the naïve Abigail Williams is a cruel adultress teen that lies to help herself, but both characters want the same thing: John Proctor.

Nature dictates that survival is the key to life, improving one’s own situation is in higher consideration than improving the wellbeing of a mass. Humans are naturally corrupted in such a way that they manipulate events to their own liking and prosperity. In “The Crucible,” written by Arthur Miller, characters in Salem are driven by self-promoting ulterior motives through righteous justification. Consistently, Salemites undermine others in effort to establish self-gain. This dissembling triggers a mass adherence for a selfish cause. Righteous justification for self-promoting ulterior economic or social gains are not only exposed and characterized by Arthur Miller, but are still relevant throughout modern society.

The Crucible by Arthur Miller in a play based off of the Salem Witch Trials. The play ends with the town in mass hysteria. A girl is struck with lust, an innocent slave is accused, and a man struggles to do the right thing. Three characters that influenced the development of mass hysteria throughout the play are Abigail Williams, Tituba, and John Proctor.

Change is inevitable. Whether it be positive or negative, change is constantly happening. More than often change can take you from the known world and spit you into the unknown, where you return a changed person. While embarking on the journeys provoked by change, you are on a hero’s journeys. The hero’s journey was popularized by Joseph Campbell. When describing what prompts hero’s journeys, Joseph Campbell said,

In Arthur Miller’s historical fiction play The Crucible (1953), witchcraft surfaces in the town of Salem leaving everyone to fend for themselves. Generally, people will do whatever they can to save their lives. In The Crucible, a group of girls are found dancing in the woods and are caught by Reverend Parris, minister of the Salem church and uncle to Abigail Williams. One of the girls, Betty, faints and draws many to visit and try to find the source of her illness. Reverend Parris has Reverend Hale, a minister well versed in affairs of the devil, to come and cure Betty. Many people accuse Betty’s symptoms of witchcraft, including Hale. This witchcraft conviction starts the “witch trials”. Abigail and the girls are

Today was October thirty first, Halloween, I had no clue what I could possibly go as. What if I got it wrong, would everyone laugh? Would being different than what everyone else finds unique be cool? I had no choice in the matter of whether I could or couldn't do Halloween though. I watched myself in the mirror as I thought deeply, I then saw behind me the knights suit my father had, it was hardly an antique, I scanned it over, then saw the rust on it. The Iron Knight suit was too rusted for movement. I shook my head in disappointment, that might have been a good idea, an iron knight armor. I looked across at last years costume, A donald trump mask, and a suit, yet that caught on fire last year, for whatever reason, I had bought a flammable

He was my best friend, my husband, the father to our children, my love. From the moment I met Willy back at the Blue Moon high school dance, where he chose me amongst many other beautiful women to be his dancing queen, to the last time I saw Willy, where he was at peace with himself and his family, I have always loved him and cherished our time together. And I always will. When describing who Willy really was, I believe that our first son’s, Biff’s, birth would describe him best. 34 years ago, I was left alone in our small house in Brooklyn, while Willy was on his first-ever road sales trip. This sales trip would lead him to decide his whole career as a salesman and make an amazing first impression. I was very pregnant at this point and

They say that cold is a subjective term to describe the feeling of the absence of heat, and that without light, there is only darkness. One can only exist with the existence of the other, and in spite of it. She could be compared to the times that this rule was ignored, when the cool day was filled with kinetic energy and the pitch-black room was spilling over with the brightest light anyone had ever seen. This is not to be confused to mean that she was full of light and warmth, but rather that she had a way of encompassing both the dark and the light, while having no ties to either side. In this way, she liked to imagine that she was different, and maybe even superior, compared to others because of her wide ranging understanding of every perspective.

Alma couldn’t think of anything to say after that. As she lay on the pile of brush and blanket that were her bed, she thought of plenty. Luke was an annoying idiot compared to Gabe. She couldn’t continue the thought. The image of Gabe filled her senses, his tanned, smooth skin, black hypnotic eyes, his muscled, limber body. With the memory came the scent of him, the soft sweetness of his kisses, the tender way he made love to her.

Trevor’s eyes widened as a surge of energy flooded his body. The small figure wasn’t a figment of his imagination after all. Just when elation threatened to overwhelm him, reality crushed it.

So we walked upstairs to my room. She goes into my closet grabs the clothes she wants, and changes. She walks out with, reapplied black lipstick and thick eyeliner and this time with black eyeshadow too. Her outfit is different. Black leggings, tight black tank, black gloves, her black leather jacket, 4 in. heeled boots, and she doesn’t have her wig on so its her dark red hair. “You look like you’re about to go kill somebody.” “I might be.” She says totally serious. “I hope not.” I say jokingly, even though I’m seriously worried. We walk downstairs. Just as I’m about to open the door. “Alice, hold on a sec.” she tells me. She walks into the kitchen opens the drawer, and grabs the dagger my dad keeps in there and slides it into her boot. She

My poor house, peacefully sleeping on a Thursday in late November is startled by a chorus of slamming car doors and host of angry voices.