The Hero's Journey-Original Writing

I can not begin to tell you about what I have seen over the past three days. When the battle began on July 1st I never would have imagined how many men would be wounded or killed. Makeshift hospitals had to be made for all of the wounded men. Large warehouses and even the railroad station were turned to hospitals. They grew quickly overcrowded though so we had to use other buildings. Churches were turned into hospitals, with the pews acting as beds. Schools and even private homes had to house wounded soldiers in need of medical attention. Volunteer nurses from Gettysburg gathered to help the wounded. The brought sheets and seat cushions from their homes for soldiers. I can only imagine how overwhelmed they must be, seeing all of the wounded

" 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.

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

My body would beg and beg for me to get some rest, but the punishment would be devastating if I fell asleep at my post, Then, I heard a sound that seemed to be coming from the heavens. I looked up; bombs were falling my way. I immediately ran—ran for my life. I tripped . . . my heart was racing. Then, everything suddenly stopped. My mind went blank. I realized I had left Sebastian behind, helpless and alone. Boom! the bombs dropped all around me. For all I knew, everyone in my squadron was dead. Suddenly, I lost

The rain splashed on my uniform as I ran down the street. I could hear the screams of my teammates as they were slaughtered, the screeches of the creatures hunting us, and the load roaring sounds of gunfire. I held the red flair tightly, knowing it was my only chance of survival. I neared the extraction point and could feel my breath catching in my throat. It was swarming with the weird creatures, their leathery grayish skin, long thin body and limbs, gigantic bat like wings and razor sharp dagger like claws. I saw the evac helicopter closing in and I could hear the pilot calling out over my radio. “ The landing zone Is too hot! We have to turn around!” And a last quiet, “ I’m sorry.”

Mericc watched in dismay as his father left the room. "I'm coming as well," He said, grabbing his dagger and running to catch

You know, all my life I’ve been fighting. Even as a kid I would always get in fights. Kids would call me a loser, and I ain’t no loser. I’m no bum, my whole life i’ve been trying to prove i’m not a bum. That’s one reason I got into fighting. You know My father used to tell me “you weren’t born with much of a brain, so you better start developing your body. So i did. I trained hard. Then I started putting all that training into fighting. But today, i’m not here to talk to you about myself. I’m here today because I want to give you some advice. Focus on your education. Build your brain. I know that may sound weird coming from a fighta but kids now a days don’t understand how important it is. Fighting is dangerous, fighting is for someone that

A voice lingered through the dry dusty corners of the holding cell. I lifted my stiff, bulky body off the sooty wood floor. The rusted cell gate creaked open gradually and my aching chalky hands were bound with contrasting shiny silver cuffs, a feeling I would never get used to. An elderly man with a timid look in his grey hollow eyes whispered, “It’s a quick kick of the bucket, it’ll be over in a jiffy.” Suddenly blazing golden light filled my weary drooped eyes. As I blinked in the sunlight, I was aware of a murmur of voices and then a sudden silence. I looked up and saw a crowd of people, just there gawping at me. I stared back for a moment, trying to see if I could recognize anyone. I saw a few of my neighbours who could not meet my gaze

As I lie in this hospital, I see bodies lying there some motionless, some frantically panicking, unlike me I lay here calm, and motionless. Cold to the touch as death tries to grasp me. How I ended up here was the day I signed up for war. I thought it would be a quick stare and we would win but everywhere hornets flew and inbeded themselves snug as a bug in the bodies of soldiers. As cannonballs soar through the sky, landing like only they would decide who lived or died. I guess I had gotten lucky that it only took my legs but I will be scarred forever for I survived, a few my fellow soldiers took a hard fall, and never got back up. But as the light begins to leave their eyes I try to save my conrad but by the time I get there it was already

I can still feel fresh, warm blood oozing from the gaping wound. I feel lightheaded. How did I miss the fight? I had gathered the troops; I had rallied them together against the Steedes. How did I fail them in their hour of most need? Ricardica sat beside me and I melt into his arms and cry. I cry for my brother and my son, I cry for all of my friends and loved ones killed or wounded because of me. I cry for deserting them. I cry for the spirits to come and make it all go away. As I lay here wailing into my husband, he strokes my head and keeps telling me everything is going to be all right. He kisses my head and helps me up and I realize how weak I have become due to the loss of blood. Ricardica picks me up and carries me a half a mile back to the camp we had set up before the battle. There our medicine man applies herbs and ointments to my wounds. As I am being tended to one of the leaders appears out of one of the nearby

. Each step increased the tension among our men. Every sound seemed to become sharper, every color brighter, as we saw men turned to raw hamburger in front of us. The Amarian ahead of me shifted nervously, but he remained brave enough to hang next to his shield mate’s shoulder. Still behind our advancing line, I shifted over a few feet to move directly behind our Wolves

All those nerf guns fights made me feel like a soldier, “bang” “bang” two bullets two deaths, it made me feel like I was undefeatable, it gave me a sensation of joy and courage, it made me feel grown up. But being young and innocent, I never knew the real feeling of what war was like. All my childish thoughts concealed the true deeper feeling

Pain. Searing hot pain reverberated through my nearly comatose form, driving my heartbeat to a staggeringly fast pace while my head pounds over and over again like a hammer striking a nail. Muffled explosions and shouts were heard over the pumping of blood and ringing that was echoing in my ears. The shrapnel scattered across my chest caused choked breaths and moans to escape my body while my tongue felt heavy and as dry as a cotton ball. My blurred vision became clearer by the second and a final thought struck me. I was going to die, but at least the pain was beginning to fade away like my grip on consciousness.

“I wonder if I’m going to get expelled,” I thought to myself while I was in school last year. Over the years, we have great years of school, others maybe be even more difficult and harsh everyday. Because I got into a lot of fights, teachers didn’t care or put their foot down on kids, and not really having many friends, last year (7th grade) was my most unsuccessful year.

There were some evenings I thought I honestly would not survive the mauling; I held myself and tried my best to keep still and silent; and I began to feel every nerve hum to life inside of my restless body. It was almost like the opposite of an adrenaline rush, I was insanely alive, but I did not want to be.