Creative Writing: Janiya's Journey

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This journey was considered too dangerous for a woman to do, but nothing could stop her. Janiya was on a voyage to find out what happened to her dear younger brother. He was supposed to return home a few days ago from a war going on in Thebes, but after hearing no news about him, she wanted to know where he had disappeared off to. She found herself a crew of very strong people and got all the equipment she needed for this journey. There was no stopping until she completed her goal to find her missing her brother. “Janiya, can we please take a break? My arms are starting to hurt.” said one of her crew members. All the crew members on this journey had a job to do and had no time to take any breaks. “We have to find my brother and by doing that, …show more content…

It seemed like it was abandoned and no one had lived there for years. “We should start by looking for food.” one of the members said. They had eaten all the food that had packed for the journey. “If you see any people while you are out, do not anything to try to harm them. We are guests and we should treat people the same way we want to.” Janiya told the crew members instructing them to spread peace and not hate while in a foreign land. While looking for food, a stranger had approached them and offered them help. The stranger had the pleasure of inviting the crew into their home and making them a …show more content…

They went to the market to buy food for their meal later on. Janiya was looking around when she spotted someone who looked a little like her brother. She thought she was seeing things until the guy who looked like her brother was standing in front of her. “Janiya, is that you? What are you doing here?”, said her brother. “I was on a journey to find out what happened to you, but it seems that I already have.”, she responded. She was in shock to find that her brother looked he was in good condition. It didn’t even look like he was in a war a couple of days. “I probably should explain my disappearance, so let us go to my house for me to explain.”, said her

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