The woman that only had half of her body came over to where Luna was and pulled out the butcher knife that she had found on the dolls lap in the last room. “Stop this nonsense and let us go, or else!” the woman with half a body said. Suddenly, Jefferey snatched the butcher’s knife from the woman’s hands and swung it around and around. “You want to challenge me don’t you-” he suddenly stopped because he saw he accidentally hit the half woman. The woman was bleeding all over, the blood came down from her head and ran down her face, clothes, and even of the floor. She had a visible gaping wound in her head from the butcher knife. She was dead. “Sorry about that, at least it wasn’t any of you, right?” he asked hoarsely.
Everyone in the room gasped at the sight of the half woman dead on the floor, her body seeming lifeless and her hands were at her wound, as if she was trying to stop
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Why are you just helping me?” asked Luna. Dio didn’t respond, they reached the main door, turned the silver polished chrome finish doorknob and proceeded to go outside. “There’s a police station a few blocks down the street we can make it by the rate of which Jefferey’s going. You’ll be fine,” Dio said. Luna stopped suddenly, and asked, “What did he really do to you? What happened to that eye of yours?” Luna pointed to Dio’s eyepatch as she was asking this. He slowly removed his patch. Underneath of it was some bandages that had blood visible from them. He then took those off revealing blood dried flesh, his eye socket had no eye apparent in it but only blood inside and surrounding it. It was dried onto his face, concluding that this had happened a while ago. “First, he poured some acid on me and then he decided to pull my eye using a knife. This is how it is now, much better than before,” Dio said, pointing at his wound as he did so. Dio then put his bandages back on, along with his eyepatch and started back up again. Luna was being dragged
I jumped into the t-bird car and rushed to the rumble because I can never miss a fight. If you know me I was one of the best fighters of all time, to this day I have never lost a fight. We got to the rumble and here come the socs in there blue mustang, they hop out of there car and it was on. Everyone started fighting each other so I jumped in and started hitting people, the socs got scared and they forfeited and the greasers won the fight. ran to there car and . We jumped in the T-bird and were gone. We got to the hospital and johnny was laying there on his last breathe. We told him we won the fight and he smiled and was gone. I was so confused because I thought that it was all just a dream. Johnny was the only person that I loved out of everyone.
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.
Joseph Campbell is a leading mythology expert and philosopher who studied all myths from around the world and found the “Hero’s Journey,” a pattern or algorithm that appears in common in myth, religious ritual, and storytelling. The Hero’s Journey has three elements, separation, initiation and return. If I think about myself, coming to Hawaii by myself was a separation from my comfortable zone where I was surrounded by my supportive family. First time when I came here, I could not say anything and became quiet because I thought people would think I was a stupid and not understand me. I was afraid of how people think about my language skills. However, I tried to speak from myself, asked people to collect my mistakes, accepted what I cannot do
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.
“I’ll smoke that last cigarette,” he said to his wife. “Stupid of me- it was the one thing I forgot to bring back from the farm.”
women on the couch. “The aging process is apparent to us in the first days of life. Those of us that are cursed age slower and stop at 30.”
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,
Feeling exhausted and depleted throughout the hellish pregnancy, she hadn’t selected a name for the child she’d carried. Whereas, almost before she had found out she was expecting Jessica Jane; she’d picked out the name.
Allison tried not to worry about David. She also tried to go back to sleep, like the Sheriff suggested. Yet, as the hours of the late night ticked by she found it impossible to do so. It wasn’t that the cabin was uncomfortable. Nor was it that she still feared that the thing would find her. She’d determined hours prior that if it could track her through some normal or preternatural means then it would’ve crashed through the walls and finished what it started. The storm that surged through the area only caused her worry to increase as she laid in the inviting bed, staring at the ceiling.
Two years ago I would never have thought that he would be dead now and that she would be happily smitten by somebody else.
Once her character starts developing through the first few stages of being a tragic hero, going through the high school dream and ending up having the choices she made come back to get revenge on her using other people like the plastics. At this point, punishment after punishment are forced upon her after the party she hosts ends up being the worst night of her life and coming back to school to find out someone released the burn book and the whole school ends up in utter chaos. Everything she once thought she had, starts to disappear from her life such as her friends, the boy she liked, and her own parents start losing trust in her. All the troubles lead to where everyone in the school had to be sat with one another and work their problems
My foot is getting swollen from being up here for so long. I think it might have been early this morning when I decided to forage around the forest then I stepped in this weird trap sort of thing and now I’m stuck. I need Sophie to come and help me now. I then start making loud shrieks to get her attention. Still nothing. I keep making them and keep making them higher as I do so. I was sure this would be the end, then suddenly I heard someone. Sophie, it must be Sophie. I start making my shrieking noises again and she pops out and takes a good look at me. I was so happy to see her. She then said,
It wasn't such a bad day down at the docks, the crows were squawkIng, and the dark fluffy clouds crowded the noon sky. The fog lifted forming snow-like sheets of overcast along the water.
Mark whose skin was battered by repeated creases and wrinkles each having their own story, Mark whose bare trembling hands exposed dark spots and calluses, Mark whose eyes were fulfilled with the color of beryl - sharp but yet still filled with emotion like his mind where the unwanted knowledge penetrates his brain, the knowledge of the longing days of suffering and experiencing internal death, the knowledge that causes the disruption of sleep and content.
Imagine yourself as a parent, walking down the street with your children getting racial slurs and dirty looks yelled at you and your children. You and your children would have these racial slurs repeat over and over again in their mind, their whole concept of being confident of who they are broken and destroyed; their self-esteem crushed. Such was the environment of the South Africans during Apartheid.