The Odysseus-Personal Narrative

It is present day in a small town known as Salem, MA. Its getting closer and closer to Halloween. I see the leaves are beginning to change, the nights are getting cooler, the sounds of tractors in the field harvesting crops, the sight of pumpkins everywhere decorating houses with faces and designs carved into them surround the neighborhood. Salem, MA is a very quiet town where everyone knows everyone and everyone gets along, for the most part.

     Is Odysseus, the main character of Homer’s The Odyssey, really an epic hero? An epic hero embodies several heroic traits such as; having superior or super-human strength; being intellectual and courageous; and being a strong and responsible leader. An epic hero struggles and is overwhelmed with difficulties. An epic hero is on a quest of self discovery, war or some sort of goal. In the Odyssey, Odysseus is on a quest to return home to Ithaca after ten years of war in Troy. Odysseus, during his quest, is forced to venture through a merciless Cyclops, angered Gods, deeply obstinate Goddesses, the underworld, and determined suitors that are after his wife Penelope. Odysseus surmounts

Many think being a hero is having super powers, but on the contrary it's more than that. A hero is one who is distinguished for their courage and bravery, and looked upon for their great deeds. A hero like this is not just found in modern society today, but in mythology as well. In the epic poem The Odyssey by Homer, Odysseus earns the title of a true hero by conveying many qualities such as: determination, courage and leadership.

The Odyssey by Homer is the story of Odysseus, a very brave, strong and smart Greek mythic hero who embarks on an epic journey.  His journey fulfills all the requisites of a Hero’s Journey.

Like always, I woke up this morning, ate my breakfast, and then sat outside on the shoreline of my island, just watching the water, looking out as far as I could see; nothing but ocean. I listened to the ocean waves crash on the shore, a sound I had always loved because I hear it everyday. Nothing ever changes and nobody ever comes or even sails near here. I am always alone, with no excitement. Everyday is always the same. I wake up, then I eat, then I sit on my rock by the shore and hope someone will come by or something will happen. Then, I eat again, then sit again. Finally, when I think I've had enough for the day, I go to sleep, and do it all over again the next day. I am kind of like a goddess, but a forgotten one either way. Most people

When we hear the word 'hero,' more than one idea comes to mind. Not only do we think of people that we look up to in our world, but we also think of heroes in the fictional world. To be a hero can mean a variety of different things. Leaders, singers, and even parents can be a hero that someone looks up too. But in the fictional world, a hero is someone who has learned from his or hers journey to come out a changed person. Some characters complete the journey, while others do not quite make it to the end. In The Odyssey, Odysseus takes more than one leap of faith on his journey to become a hero by learning from his mistakes, making personal sacrifices, and becoming a better man.

The story you have heard growing up as a child, the superhero vs. the villain. The strong, brave hero overcomes a struggle within his/her life such as Odysseus, the King of Ithaca. Odysseus is a hero because of his character, endured in conflict and his perseverance throughout his journey. Around 800 BCE, a story told by Odysseus, leaves his wife and his infant son to fight in the Trojan War, which lasted for ten years. He had faced tremendous obstacles during his journey and returned home after twenty years.

The man then suddenly glistened with joy as he thought his efforts bore fruition. The joy was short lived however as The Shadow began to speak with a thunderous voice and said, “you have become the embodiment of the crass blob like creature that tried to kill you once. You are now a creature of the night as your heart is foul and forever wretched.” And just as The Shadow said his final word he melted into the shadows and back into the shadowy dominion in which he reigned. The man apparently took no heed to The Shadow’s words as all of the guilt and regret he had felt earlier had just washed away like a shell on the sand of a shore. He laughed hysterically and madly as he planned to meet The Shadow once again and again. The Shadow now aware of the man’s sinister future efforts decided to take matters into his own hands. He arose once more from the shadows and confronted the man just as he was about to reach for the door handle which led outside and towards his next victim. The Shadow thunderously said “I have vowed to never harm or kill a human being, however you are no longer human and must be stopped. I regret saving your life.” The Shadow then proceeded to raise both of his hands and grip the man’s neck with enough force to easily break his neck and drop his already soulless body onto the hardwood floor. After that incident The Shadow hasn’t mentally been the same and is now referred among the darkness and its abominations as the Grim

A thousand years I had laid in slumber undisturbed until one day I felt a cold touch I was awoken and was ready to kill the person or human diver that had awoken me as I look up I saw Poseidon. “My king,” I say as I bow down. “Look at me Veridia.there will be a man named Odysseus who will pass by here he is not to leave aliveiwant you to watch him die so when you say it it is acctualy done .understood,” said Poseidon. I don't know why I asked but I did and I asked him 2 things I shouldn't have “why should I have to do your dirty work and what's in it for me” I had gotten off my tail and had been looking him in the eye”simple if you kill him you will be granted more land than you have ever had access to.you will also be given one wish per creature.

Titus got as close to the ground as he could, hoping for just a little more time to try to figure out what the magic words were Mr. Ed, he recalled could not remember the words, or was he even sure of the correct sound. ‘So I will have to think something to say, and quick,’ Titus said to himself.

It looked like the sun had given up on trying to break through the iron curtain of clouds that it decided to lounge behind them. As we nervously walked towards the battle of our lives, the castle silhouetted behind us like someone faintly saying goodbye. The narrow barren streets were scattered with muculent mud and broken decomposed parts of the castle lay beside it reminding us that danger was slowly approaching. The street was a skeleton, stripped of its flesh. All that remains was the broken parts of the concrete structure. Quiet and derelict. The street was a river of the rusted burnt charcoal like concrete parts of the castle. Perhaps years back this street was immersed in pools of yellow light from the assaulted street lamps. Walking past the street lamps made the scent of burnt smoke go inside me like a barren soul. The street lamps were concealing us and we were inferior to the street lamps. The street lamps were covering us with darkness reminding us of the danger ahead of

In Book One," The Goddess Intervenes," the short story told by Muse, is mostly about why

Her courage and ambition were hidden away like innocent flowers, yet the serpent still lived underneath. Yet I could only see the throne and not my blood stained crown. Should I had taken my fears, my doubts seriously, I may have not the knife myself. His virtues pleaded like angels, trumpet tongued, against the deep damnation of his taking-off.

Odysseus barks at my skimmer Bemus as he stomps toward his post with a slight slouch, exploding into me and inconsiderately disregarding me as he continues on. He hands something to my fellow crewmate Bemus and they ration a laugh as he turns and gallops straight towards me.

Her appearance is frustratingly confusing. She is the most hideous, yet beautiful creature ever to walk the Earth. Her eyes, the color of the sparkling sea during daylight, her hair dark brown, almost black, reaching her feet. Her skin is an unusually scaly texture. It is almost the color of the poisonous hyloxalus infraguttatus frog. A bit lighter, though. One can see her mouth consists of millions of tiny, sharp fangs which make her even more terrifying. Yet, when one gazes into her eyes they are pulled in by her baffling, almost goddess-like delicacy. All the more to beware of this cunning deceiver.