Creative Writing: A Hero's Journey

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It's dark, wind rustling through the trees made a howling noise. The leaves made a squishing noise, since it rained the day before, as he walked. His feet started getting wet from the water soaking in his shoes. As he kept walking, his shoes seemed to become wetter and heavier. He legs began to go numb from all the walking. He knows he needs to stop, but the thought of his parents punishing him even more than what they already had, coaxed him to keep moving. After another hour of walking he knows he needs to stop and rest. At this point his teeth are chattering and he can't feel his legs. While trying to find somewhere to rest, he wanders across a dark mysterious cave. He's afraid to approach the cave, but he knows he must rest if he wants …show more content…

He cracks the corner of his eyes to see the sun shining bright. He gets up off the filthy dirt, he looked like he had just rolled down a hill of muck because the tacky dirt had stuck to him. Once getting up, he noticed that he attained all the feeling back in his legs, but they were still shivering from the bitter weather. He resumes his journey to sanctuary, away from his abusive parents. Walking for a couple hours he thought of what he required for another day by himself. He created a list in his head. His top priority is fire. He searches through the forest for twigs and other objects that will …show more content…

He decides to just stay the night in the creepy house, and make a fire with a lighter he stole out of his mom's cigarette pack. He knows he needs food, but shelter is more important. After striking the fire a couple times it finally catches fire making bright, pleasant warm flames that lit up the room. He left the abandoned cabin to find more firewood and food. He doesn't know exactly what kind of food he wants as long as it's edible and will give him energy for another day. Searching through the murky woods, he sense eyes watching his every move. He looks around cautiously scared of what might be out here with him. The food doesnt matter anymore, he just needs firewood to last the night. He gets back to the cabin swings the door open and runs in. After calming down, he relaxes in the dusty chair. Thinking of why nobody's found him, or if anyone's even looking for him. “Maybe they don't even care that i'm gone” he says to himself. “Maybe they're just looking in the wrong spots.” He really doesn't want to be found he just wishes someone would care about him enough to look. He tries to focus on something else before he starts crying. At that moment his stomach started aching. Food was now on his mind. Particularly hot creamy brown gravy with a nice sized, thick, juicy steak, and a big, fluffy, buttery, bun on the side. He fell asleep with food on his

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