Short Story Of The Hero's Journey '

“Run!” the little boy cried. The roman soldiers came attacking at village and killing 2 dozen men and women. The little boy was named Damon. His father is a god, his name was Mercury, the god of speed. Damon was just a demigod. He had half the speed of his father. Damon later tripped on a stone and was unconscious. He heard a voice, a voice of his father. Then a bolt of lightning opened and Mercury standing lifting his son up. Mercury said “In time, my son, you will have the complete speed, the

The relevant data was brought to him on a tablet soon afterwards, the Replicator informed him it was the Planetary Governors and now it belonged to him. It was more powerful than the others, with this tablet he could access any console or any Ustrian tech he came into contact with, not just tech on the Xerxes. The data pile was immense, it would take him forever and a day to read it. After only a few hours of skimming through it he put it aside and rubbed his eyes, it was starting to give him a headache

Beeeep, beep, beeeep. Vogt pushed harder onto the horn button on his steering wheel. For fuck's sake I'm going to be late. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" he shouted at the top of his voice to no-one in particular. In front of his car and for some way behind, there were columns of tanks, troop trucks, armoured cars and motorcycles. German soldiers were everywhere. Somehow he had managed to get caught up in a major troop movement through the centre of Paris. Briefly he considered getting out of his car and

Tom woke up when he heard the CLAMORING of the sailors outside his room on the ship. He hobbled over to the door, and when he opened it, he groaned at the scene before him. A crowd of rambunctious men circled around two individuals who appeared to be arm-wrestling. Each of them CHANTED loudly for their favorite wrestler to win. He jumped when he heard someone say, "Morning!" behind him. Tom turned around to see Will, the young man in charge of cleaning and other ship LABOR, holding a rag and a strange

Noah had snuck out plenty of times, but never with a camera in his hand. By now, he had the process down to a science, how to slip away and return unnoticed, how to convince his mother he really was sick and not nursing a hangover, and how to bribe Angela when she came close to the truth and threatened to bring his operations to an end. All of them were so distracted anyway, caught up in their own thunderstorm, whisked away on their own adventures and not noticing the saga they could be participating

Palmiro and his sleeping son Josh are on a plane near South America when his pilot died. He started making weird noises over the intercom. Josh was curious what was going on so he asked his dad. His dad, Palmiro, said everything was going to be ok. All of a sudden they hear the wind whistling against the sharp edges of the plane. They both looked out the window and saw the ground getting closer and closer. The plane started to plummet to the ground. Josh started freaking out and had no idea what

A beam of early morning sunlight played on his face. He turned and scooted to another part of the bed in order to avoid waking. Within a few minutes the beam of sunlight had caught up with him again and was shining again directly on his eyelids. He lay there, his head in a fog, rubbed his eyes and stared at the white plastered walls trying to determine where he was and even who he was. The brightness of the room overwhelmed him with a fierce intensity. It was a few minutes before his eyes

“Small town big heart,” they say locked away behind their cold immaculate castle gates that rest on the remains of the previous farmland and plains. The collective heart beats but only at a convenient time suiting parties involved. “A place where everyone matters,” they utter as their motto in indistinguishable monotone voices. The people are too wrapped up in their everyday lives to ever be concerned about their neighbor, they look through life with gilded glasses. It’s as if a fog had descended

“Then you must take up your well-shaped oar and go on a journey until you come where there are men living who know nothing of the sea,” said Teiresias, a famous blind prophet. Odyssa had a long journey ahead of her. She always loved adventures, but didn’t know one so difficult was just around the corner. All of a sudden, she woke up in the land of Phaecia, whose ruler was King Alcinous. Odyssa was very scared because she wanted to go back home to her island. Then suddenly out of nowhere, shipbuilders

and the children left Marilee's amid warm hugs and wishes for a safe journey. The girls especially, were reluctant to leave. They enjoyed being at Marilee's, having the luxuries of a roof over their heads and not stuck riding in a wagon all day. Charity figured being there reminded them of being home with Nancy, because Marilee took them under her wing and into the kitchen with her to help her cook. The boys were a different story- they were raring to go; they enjoyed camping out and being on the trail