The Plane-Personal Narrative

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.

Not anything can measure it, not light nor miles nor time nor words like "depth" or "height" and I am, insect-like, a speck, so slight so blank so mute so pale within the white yet poised along the cusp of sound and sight some primal part, down deep where neurons bite where forces stir that blurred primeval night with white-hot wonder, blazing through the fight to see: the sea, the scene, each atom bright from here from me somehow so wide despite my jellied lenses, dulled by mortal rites yet lasering through all till all ignites. Some filament is cast that cords the kite,

Do people fly away to hide from others? In the narrative Flight by Sherman Alexie an Irish and Native American orphan named Zits confused and traumatized by his all his misfortunes is used by a boy named Justice to commit a horrendous mass murder. Afterwards, he is transported into a different bodies, experiencing different times and viewpoints of the world. By experiencing these different viewpoints, Zits is able to learn how to stop hiding himself from the world when he is hurt, lonely, or betrayed. Learning this Zits is impacted by the revelation which helps him reveal the theme of how to stop hiding and let those who appreciate and love him into his life.

Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment read white letters on top of an electric blue cover. My fingers grazed the lamented face of the book. I found myself falling back onto a brown leather couch in an uninhabited and silent house. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of wind running through the trees in my backyard, and my accelerated heartbeat as I looked at this new book. I opened it up daring to step in a world foreign to me. The thin paper pages were covered with a plethora of words. From there on I couldn’t tell you anymore. I was lost on a guided tour in my own imagination. I was lost in with the flock of bird kids who never met their parents. I was lost in the fight for survival as a group of mutant children with 14 foot wings

Twenty-One Pilots are the first act to top pop songs and alternative songs. Back in February 21 of 2017 was one of the best days of my life. That date was when I went to my favorite band’s concert in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I will never forget that date, it took place at the BOK Center were many artists go to perform. My mom and I went, my dad also but he didn’t go to the concert. I got two tickets because I thought one of my friends could go with me but they could not afford it. All the money we spent that week was worth it I do not regret anything.

Flying alone for the first time when you're seven years old is definitely not an easy thing to do. Not many people can say they have done that at such a young age, or even flown on a plane at all! I started flying when I was five, and flew about four times a year. I moved to Idaho when I was five so I did a lot of flying back and forth from Salt Lake City, Utah to Dallas, Texas. When I found out I was going to be flying by myself, I wasn't scared since I had flown so many times, but I wasn't excited either. I had many thoughts rolling through my head suc as where would I be sitting or who I could talk too. I am someone who is very atached to my mom and dad, so I feel very uncomfortable alone. Before my flight my mom kept reminding me that she would take me all the way to the gate, and that everything was going to be okay. With her comforting words I relaxed, and told myself I would be just fine.

James' body is trembling with his hand clutched around his neck. He staggers to the floor. Jane recovers a pitcher of water. She slowly wets James' shoes, pants, shirt then motions to pour water on his face.

He helped Amy into the house and into bed with all of her hospital goodies, made sure she was comfortable, gave her the T.V. remote, pillows, and water. He still wanted to go to the grocery store Amy was laughing while holding a pillow tight to her tummy. “Jim, stop. It hurts when you make me laugh, just hurry back from the store in case I need you.” He ran out the door laughing.

The object I carry is a black leather key chain from a dream car I want. My dad’s friend gave it to me when i was about 6 years old. It is a hand made kangaroo black leather keychain with a light brown stitching.It feels like a small leather medieval shield with a metallic engraved logo that has red and gold stripes, a black horse in the middle and some reef shapes on the bottom left and top right sections. I always just used to have it laying around and wouldn’t really value it. The keychain was as big as my hand when I was 6 and I would use it like a little shovel to make little moat for my “imaginary castle” in the backyard. I never honestly cared about it until I saw the same logo on a car while my family and I were coming home from a road

As I woke up at 4:00 a.m. I was full of excitement for the concert. My cousin and I got ready for the concert. Before we had to leave for the concert we had to take my cousin’s dog out. When we got back we were on the way to Berkley. The sun was just rising, and when we got there, there was about 200 people already in line. It was only 6:00 a.m.!! While we were in line more and more people lined up behind us. The sun was up and it was still freezing cold. At around noon, it started warming up.

Have you ever felt as if you were standing at the very beginning of something & yet had no actual idea of what it was? The only point of reference we have while met with this intersection of sorts, is an unexplainable feeling, one anchored deep within our bellies. We owe it to ourselves to honor this feeling as an indication that there is something more to be explored, to be experienced. I recognize this deep-belly tug as “The Surface”. A sort of starting point of whatever occupies our most guarded thoughts at the most random moments of the day; leaving a trail of lingering curiosities and “what if’s," birthing the seeds of our passions. When we “Break Through” the surfaces of culture, gender, sexuality, trending talking points, and other

I find myself wondering if life on the raft is anything like being a passenger on one of the steamboats we see every so often. I wonder if the people on board live like we do- like nomads- moving from place to place, never knowing where they might end up. Maybe some of them do, but most of those people probably don’t have to worry about being fugitives and all that. Not that I worry too much when we’re out on the river. Aside from when we have to be careful about keeping Jim from getting caught, life on the raft is pretty carefree. It’s funny how I feel the most free when I’m confined to a small raft. We don’t have to be anybody we’re not. I don’t have to be all proper like Miss Watson wanted, or try to keep Pap satisfied, or come up with some other identity like I do on shore.

Throughout my relatively short lifetime here on the real plane, I have held a great many titles and accomplishments. I have been the Supreme General of the Galactic Army, the omnipotent God of War, Dovakhin the Savior of Tamriel, and the mustachioed plumber perennially saving the Princess from the castle. I have seen the rise and fall of mighty empires, and heard the soul-rending cries of villagers crushed underfoot by a murderous mountain troll. I have felt the adulation of my citizens as I led to previously unknown heights of prosperity, and lamented as they fell victim to supernatural forces beyond my control. Together with my community I have assassinated kings, and taken so many lives as to make the most bloodthirsty dictator blush. We

He tells his kids to admire the birds for their persistent effort (not giving up) to try to get in. he also tried to hide things from them, for example, during the plane crash he tried to cover it up with an excuse so that they wouldn’t be frightened, and he didn’t want his wife to see all of the dead birds lying in their children’s bedroom or Mr.Trigg after he died.

The Jeep screeched to a stop at the edge of the clearing. Genevieve pointed toward the sobbing girl and shouted to the driver and his passenger, “Take Widelene to my clinic and bring back more help. They need to go to the hospital. Hurry!”