As I walked through the rundown city, there was no other living thing in sight. Everything seemed bleak and lifeless. It was strange to see a place that used to be so lively, deserted, and ugly. The air was orange like it had been stained with rust, and the water was completely green and covered in algae blooms. The air was crisp, it was the type of lonely wind that sends shivers down your spine. The floor beneath me would have rigorous tremors every hour you knew when it was coming because you can never forget the terrifying rumble that caused your heart to pound so hard you could feel it through your whole body. Then you hear the buildings that were only being held together by hope come crashing down. When it was all over and your heart calmed …show more content…
Tom used to work for an astronomy company and agreed to help me on my journey. Tom is a tall white man with blonde hair who is probably in his forties. I spent the night in the next town, the night was cold like the mountain tops of Alaska. The sunrise was as vibrant as a ripe orange as I woke up the next morning. In the morning Tom told me of a place that he knew that had the supplies to get us off the planet, but he said that he had one condition if he was going to help me and that was to take him with me, and I agreed to do so. The next day we set off to continue the journey to get off the planet and be reunited with the rest of the world. The place that he knew was very far away, it was a six-day trip from where we were, so we started walking to the next closest town so we would arrive there while there was still light of day left. When we started walking I thought that I had made a huge mistake; the next town seemed so far away, and I thought that I would never make it and that I was wasting my time. Tom assured me that it was not a waste of time and that we would get off the planet together and be reunited with
The Hero’s Journey is a basic template utilized by writers everywhere. Joseph Campbell, an American scholar, analyzed an abundance of myths and literature and decided that almost all of them followed a template that has around twelve steps. He would call these steps the Hero’s Journey. The steps to the Hero’s Journey are a hero is born into ordinary circumstances, call to adventure/action, refusal of call, a push to go on the journey, aid by mentor, a crossing of the threshold, the hero is tested, defeat of a villain, possible prize, hero goes home. The Hero’s Journey is more or less the same journey every time. It is a circular pattern used in stories or myths.
Joseph Campbell studied ancient greek mythology for many years. Joseph filled each stage of the journey very well. He accepted all the challenges he got and all the help he needed. He really knew how to fulfill all those stages. Like everyone goes through a heroic journey everyone has to have a story to tell. My story is very contrasty from Joseph’s because he really knew what all the stages meant. My hero's journey consists of my threshold crossing which was when I started depending on myself more than I did on others, my helpers/mentors like my parents, teachers,my sister and many more influential people in my life and my rewards were getting awards in school, having a nice family, and many friends.
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Dr. D is a cardiothoracic surgeon. He was my hero. He may well still be, even though he is a throw-back to the days when I was more concerned about science than symbolism.
December 2016 – We wish you all a very joyous Holiday season!! THE WALTHER family has been blessed watching life unfold in so many exciting ways right before our eyes! The days fly quicker, boys grow and mature more at every turn, their classes are more challenging to understand, and we are excited for what the future holds for all of us. But in hindsight, it’s been another wonderful year!! We have so much to be thankful for – and so little to complain about – though we need to remind ourselves how fortunate a life we have – red or blue state matters not, we’re all lucky to be living under the Stars and Stripes.
I am so astonished and honored to send you a letter from your very special admirer. I now know the struggles and difficulties that you withstood during your lifetime, and no one in this world can feel the same way you did after World War II, including me. Your life story has given me so much inspiration and insight to the philosophical wonders of the world, and this has influenced me to become a better person. I appreciate the gifts that God has given me, such as love, family, and companionship. Again, I feel sorrow for the losses and hardships that obstructed your goals to becoming a successful person.
In The Big City of New York, when the Empire State was Orange, White, and Green a boy was born. The date was Wednesday, August 15, 2014, as known as, Shrey Patel’s birthday and also Indian Independence Day. The things I cared about all after the moment my eyes opened was to explore the world. I always cared about family, traveling, and sports.
There are few moments in your life where you can realize who you are from someone else’s perspective, and how the world perceives you. Upon understanding this you realize who you want to be at that certain point in your life. These realizations make you question the company you keep and spend time with, because they ultimately change the way you think and exist for the rest of your life. On Sunday, January 18th at 3:30am I woke up excited and nervy.
It seemed like yesterday when the car chugged down the seemingly empty road, black smoke pouring from the overheated exhaust pipe. We were only ten minutes away, not like I was counting, but this was a big moment for me. The car suddenly slowed, pulling onto a bumpy gravel driveway, I knew this was it. I slid my door open with ease and excitement, thudding my feet on the firm ground as I enthusiastically awaited what was to come. As I entered the serene landscape, nature filled the misty air with a fresh, invigorating fragrance.
At the beginning my brother and i got into a fight about something. He got really mad at me and started yelling at me and hitting me. Troy my brother he pushed me down the stairs, when he did I flew down the stairs and i hit my head on the door and i had a sucker in my mouth I could feel the bump on my head and I could hear me hit my head. Mom and dad come freaking out and
We all remember these grey gloomy days filled with a feeling of despair that saddens the heart from top to bottom. Even though, there may be joy in one’s heart, the atmosphere turns the soul cold and inert. Autumn is the nest of this particular type of days despite its hidden beauty. The sun seems foreign, and the nights are darker than usual enveloped by a thrill that generates chills to travel through the spine leaving you with a feeling of insecurity. Nevertheless, the thinnest of light will always shine through the deepest darkness; in fact, darkness amplifies the beauty and intensity of a sparkle. There I found myself trapped within the four walls of my house, all alone, surrounded by the viscosity of this type of day. I could hear some horrifying voices going through my mind led by unappealing suicidal thought. Boredom had me encaged, completely at its mercy. I needed to go far away, and escape from this morbid house which was wearing me down to the grave. Hope was purely what I was seeking in the middle of the city. Outside, the air was heavy. No beautifully rounded clouds, nor sunrays where available to be admired through the thick grey coat formed by the mist embedded in the streets. Though, I felt quite relieved to notice that I was not alone to feel that emptiness inside myself as I was trying to engage merchant who shown similar “symptoms” of my condition. The atmosphere definitely had a contagious effect spreading through the hearts of every pedestrian that day. Very quickly, what seemed to be comforting me at first, turned out to be deepening me in solitude. In the city park, walking ahead of me, I saw a little boy who had long hair attached with a black bandana.
With each heavy footfall, my eyes drooped further and further, enticing a permanent scowl on my face, accentuating the monotony of travel. My bag followed me, making sounds of its own for each inch of ground gained, as if fighting a losing battle. I was traveling with my family, tired-looking, although the flight was not long. Spring break was only beginning, and my mind was still chained to school. We left the airport, standing and waiting at the counter to receive a rental car, and drove into Munich, the manufacturing heartland of the German nation, with gray skies scowling down on me as if mocking my mood and buildings that survived the testament of time.
Walking, there is no end in sight: stranded on a narrow country road for all eternity. It is almost dark now. The clouds having moved in secretively. When did that happen? I am so far away from all that is familiar. The trees are groaning against the wind’s fury: when did the wind start blowing? Have I been walking for so long that time hysterically slipped away! The leaves are rustling about swirling through the air like discarded post-it notes smashing, slapping against the trees and blacktop, “splat-snap”. Where did the sun go? It gave the impression only an instant ago, or had it been longer; that it was going to be a still and peaceful sunny day; has panic from hunger and walking so long finally crept in? Waking up this morning, had I been warned of the impending day, the highs and lows that I would soon face, and the unexpected twist of fate that awaited me, I would have stayed in bed.
As I walked along the sidewalk, I noticed the cracks in the pavement that spoke of tales that only hard labor workers know to be reality. It was then when I realized that my life as a teenage adolescent boy was about to change. The cold breeze echoed sounds of silence which sent shivers down my spine once it touched my skin. The night sky was full of stars as though drops of rain on a window pane, captivating and clear. Not like the ones on the reservation, but the view was adequately similar.