Hero’s Journey Narrative It’s a nice, sunny, and peaceful day in Miami, FL for the Allen family. They woke up and did their daily routine. This family is pretty well known around the neighborhood and they are very important in the science world mostly the dad.…
In Arndell the king and queen lived in a castle with their butler Sebastian who is ten and the other servants. The king and queen were loved by all and when they had a child everyone in the kingdom rejoiced. Their son’s was named Erick, and he was loved very dearly by his parents, Sebastian and the staff. Everything was great for the king and queen until their fortuneteller Brandon told them the grave future he had seen. He told them that “their son would be killed if he were to live in the castle, because he will be the kingdoms downfall”.…
Emma and the group of men who were sitting with Patrick follow him out of the tavern and down the docks until they arrive at a gigantic ship. The sides of the hull were lined with cannons so powerful they could punch a hole in a ten inch thick stone wall. The ship's deck was hidden under a wall of ropes and barrels full of exotic fruits. Emma followed the pirates onto the ship the weak smell of salt and seaweed slowly traveled up her nose. The princess watched with awe as the sails which looked like ghosts flying in the night sky were hoisted.…
A man wakes up in the middle of the desert. The only thing protecting him from the zombie horde is a fence. He remembers he has a mission to complete. On the road, a man on a bike comes to his assitance. They head to the tower where they need to turn off a switch.…
Ever on and on I continue circling With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing And suddenly I see that I can't break free— I'm Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony To tell me who I am, who I was…
A Hero's Journey The last month of summer before my junior year started was occupied with pondering and wondering what I wanted to accomplish during the upcoming school year. Sure, junior year sounds like a blast, filled with fun memories and friends. But it also doubles as approaching the cliff of adulthood that I would hit in two short years. Every step I take my junior and senior year will be one step closer to that ledge.…
It all began at the base of that hill. There I stood, unabashed by the ever-tensening knot in the bottom of my stomach. The epitome of all of my fears stared me down as i stood in the shadow of that majestic, towering, powerful mountain. The immense winter wind shook me to my core. In the Alps, there was no freedom from shivering.…
Katherine pulls her luscious brown hair into a french braid as she glances at the nearby waterhole. What a day, she thinks, as she pulls out her camera from under the seat of her dusty old Jeep. Just then, a female lioness walks noiselessly past her car and halts at the waterhole. She crouches down and starts to lap up the crocodile infested water. Katherine snaps her camera rapidly, feeling extremely lucky; this is her fourth good sighting today.…
Today had been long. It was one of those days that Cassie wanted to end with a bear hug from her dad. Her dad was always the person to brighten her day. When she was little, he would feed her popsicles for tender bitten tongues and coax straws filled with bubbles of ginger ale past pale nauseous little lips. His arms were the only place she was willing to sleep; even at thirteen Cassie wished that she still could.…
The traditional hero’s journey begins with a calling, the hero is drawn to certain circumstances in which they must decide whether or not to accept the quest. However, the feminine journey differs, instead the protagonist determines there is something about their life that must change, and only they themselves, through their own free will, can resolve it. Characters such as Alba, Fa Mulan/ Kingston, and Rahel take the challenge to tackle their deepest psychological issues while simultaneously confronting the patriarchy and political corruption. These female authors successfully preserve the female voice and challenge patriarchal culture through their use of mystical realism (Jenkins). Beginning with The God of Small Things, the vulnerable…
My story… Day 10 I been held captived for 10 days now not knowing where i am and they finally gave me paper for i can write in my journal not knowing who and why they took me. Im being held in a basement with little light it’s cold the hard floor is cold as winter snow on my feet there are boxes on the floor with cans of food. I was looking around and all i saw was boxes and old dolls that you would collect. Day 15 Today i opened a can of food that i found in the boxes it was good compared what i been eating and while i was eating the basement door opened i was scared to let them see me eating so i quickly hid the can inside of one of the boxes and sat down.…
When I saw the roller coaster I new I wanted to go on it. The one thing was I didn’t feel like going on it alone. So I begged my sister to go on it with me, but of course she said no. I knew that she would not go on it with me. Not a surprise, she never want’s to go on roller coasters with me, she’s to much of a wimp.…
My mother mysteriously disappeared when I was five years old, leaving my father to care for me alone, and thus inducing my sense of independence and my cynical mindset. My father and I weren’t close though; my father was always disconnected from me, but my grandmother told me that it was since he felt the blame that my mother had abandoned us. I wasn’t even told why my mother abdicated us until I was thirteen. My father and mother fell in love in high school, married, and were supposed to be sweethearts forever, however it didn’t turn out that way. Soon after having me, my mother began taking pain pills for an ongoing back pain problem, and she became addicted to them.…
Joseph Campbell, the creator of the hero’s journey, did a lot of research on ancient mythology. He discovered that many heroes travel the same paths to becoming a hero. Campbell decided that heroes come across many challenges that are put into stages and in those stages the hero grows closer to the reward at the end. I am definitely not a hero, but my journey of finding Christ and giving my life to him has absolutely made me into a better person overall. As I look at my journey of finding Christ, I see that it has many similarities to Campbell’s Hero’s Journey.…
Inadvertently I stumbled upon something that I would take for granted as a refuge. A refuge in which I could express myself, my emotions and transfer them into a visual reality. For once I did not acknowledge the presence of the crutches beside me. Hesitant at first then gradually getting more bold with each sweep of the hand, my depressed state faded away as color expanded across the canvas and replaced itself with one of hunger and awe. This was the day art pulled me by the arm me and forced me to expand its importance in my life.…