I was only an infant when my family died. Or, at least, that's what my father told me. He had no wife, or children of his own, and though we did not share blood, the old warrior took me under his wing, and offered the me the same love as he would to his own kin. I will always admire the kindness he gave to me. There were many times when my father would try and teach me to fight, to pass his knowledge of battle onto me. However, his efforts were in vain. I was not born with the strength or skill of a warrior. I was slim, and meek. I never spoke out of term and always did my best to keep to the background. At the age of eight, I had grown taller than the other children. But my skinny arms did very little for me in ways of strength. I was not fast, nor agile. In the summer, we would race down …show more content…
I shut my eyes tightly as I saw the glint of a skinning knife. This was an accessory that one of those boy would often brandish. A gift from his father, a sign of his maturity and oncoming manhood. I gritted my teeth as the dull blade roughly rocked against my strained hair, painfully severing each strand until my long locks had been turned into a short mess of damaged ends. It was their trophy. A sign of a successful hunt. They had triumphantly cut my dignity from my body, they let me go. I could not run. I had grown weak from their torment. My body instinctively curled itself, as I tucked my knees to my chest. I remember feeling lifeless. I did not come home that night. I was sitting by a tide pool, watching the sun begin to slip beneath the ocean's horizon. Smooth waters, sparsely dotted by sailing boats, returning to their homes, the winds carried itself out to sea, bringing with it the reassuring scent of hearth fires. My short hair would blow into my eyes, and I would struggle to keep strands of deep brown from blocking my vision of the soft
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.
" The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams."- Oprah Winfrey. This quote meant a lot to a 13 year old youngster named Jared, who lived in the most impoverished town within Cambodia. To be quite specific, Jared resided in an old, rusty village, during the year of 2001, that he'd been living in since birth. His greatest aspiration in life was to become a geneticist. However, he did have a few roadblocks, such as poverty, and zero education. Whenever unoccupied, he strived to pay his Grandma Seda a visit at her senior citizen home, which was funded through the Cambodian government. Speaking of her, Grandma Seda was 96 year old lady and happened to be the grandmother of Jared. She was located at a senior citizen home 20 miles away from Jared's home. Six months ago she was diagnosed with leukemia and slow organ failure. Since her diagnosing, her health has been deteriorating rapidly.
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.
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,
It was a warm sunny day and we had just arrived at my village. When the Shoshone warriors rode toward me I began to jump with joy. When first arrived at my village all the women and girls crowded around me. I saw Kimama the girl that had been captured with me. We chattered happily, each glad we were both safe. I had found my people.
Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that time would be heaven compared to this agonizing heat and sand blasting into my face. Now though, here he is in my arms, with his pulse slowly fading. I get snapped out of it by gunshots followed by hoarse screams. We were being subdued, I had to think fast. My heart was racing out of my chest, wanting to escape this hell but my eyes scanned the situation. For a split second, everything seemed to be in slow motion and I sensed danger and instinctively ducked. Something grazed my hair, I look up to see a bullet zoom on by. With nowhere to run and location found out, I had to plant my feet and fight.
-According to the recording this has been going on for some time now – Coulson tells Thor as soon as the recording has ended.
Sea gulls bickered on the warm, morning breeze over head. The waves lulled the vessel boat to-and-fro as it skimmed through Blackwater Bay. The water sparkled like sapphires, clear and bright under the sun. From the bow of the boat, Alayna peered out towards the Narrow Sea. Beyond the bay, adventure called her like a siren song. She longed to explore the lands beyond Westeros. However, this voyage wouldn’t ferry her towards that dream. She’d continue to dream of that journey. The schooner wouldn’t be sailing beyond the bay.
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan/ Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
Summer was coming, and the sun was going down later and later every day, and Spike felt the minutes get longer as he waited. Visiting hours were only from 2-6. In a few days he wouldn’t be allowed to visit her at all. Not like he couldn’t break in or something. But she wouldn’t like that.
Graduation had ended, and the senior class had officially become high school graduates. Time was given to take pictures afterwards, and then The Last Knight would begin. The place that everyone one would meet was the Knight Statue in front of the wellness building. At the Knight Statue moms of some of the seniors handed out t-shirts dedicated to the night. The material of the t-shirt felt itchy against my skin, as it had not been washed. After the group photo with the statue; we went to Main Event on a party bus. Their at Main Event we entertained ourselves with arcade games, bowling, laser tag, and a ropes course. At midnight Main Event closed and we went back to the bus were we traveled to Tyler Jackson’s house. At Tyler’s house
It happened about a year an a half ago when my friends on Xbox and I received a challenge from a allied clan on Halo 4 to see who had the better players. Our clan at the time was a dozen of people, but the challenge was a five versus five so we brought our best. I was just signing on when Newfie Venom the clan leader at the time requested that I join a party chat with him and the other members going to the challenge. I being interested to what Newfie wanted joined.
I don’t even remember driving home that night, it was that kind of high. Not the good kind of high where you are happy and bubbly because life is great, but the one parents warn you about never doing. I’ll admit it. Yes, I smoked pot. It was not one of my smartest decisions at that point in my life, but it has made me who I am today. At the beginning of the day, I definitely did not know that a couple hits like that would leave me completely “wrecked” by the end of the night. I remember sitting in the Hy-Vee
Growing up in a family of nine accustomed my ears to many different noises and to this day, the flipping of pages in a book still remains the most common sound around my household. As a young child I was surrounded by many avid readers and this only encouraged me to become one too. Towards the beginning of my literary journey I soared through mystery books like Nancy Drew nonstop. The element of suspense and surprise always intrigued me and glued me to my favorite reading spot. As I grew older, I began to develop a new interest in World War I and II novels. My friends had informed me of a new book called War Horse, which takes place during WWI. I imagined a book like this to be like any other WWI story, telling the experiences and life of a
My father was raised by his oldest brother. When my father was young his mother was sick and his father ran off. My fathers mother actually died in his