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Bright early in the morning, smelling the vivid coffee, I jumped off my bed along with me the sheets scatter all over the room, enthusiastically the day has begun. This day sparked an amazing feeling, a feeling that arose within my heart and traveled throughout my body feeling it in my bones, organs, cells, bacteria. The road trip lasted two hours, nevertheless, it would last a lifetime in my memories; we arrived, it seemed as if it took an eternity, a never ending ride. Struggling to get in the parking lot, or should I say the safari because they were all acting as a pack of wild animals, all fighting for a spot just to spare the amount of walking towards the entrance. The walk seemed to go on forever, a mile long; the lines to enter were …show more content…
Waiting an eternity to ride, the anxiety builds with each step. As I approach the seat, my palms sweat, as I regret my decision every five minutes. As the rapid coaster rushes above, the cool air splashes me in the face. What a way to start the day at an amusement park! Adrenaline in my veins surging through. I’m next. The doors fly open. Trembling, I drop my bags off unable to see where I left them. One foot, then the other, click. Crank, crank, crank, I am fully protected now in the coaster. It traveled upward on an infinite journey where the destination was yet to be determined. Reaching the top I could see the vivid green trees, so beautiful, and from here I could distinguish the city of Valencia. Two hundred and fifty-five feet up in the air, I'm not sure how I'm still conscious but I am. It felt peaceful, for a split second, then out of thin air my heart drops, along with every other organ in my body. One moment everything was in place and then the next everything was down to my feet, feeling the weight heavily on my legs. It happened very quick. One second I watched the park, as I stood at the top on the world but then the next I found myself on the ground with all my body parts still
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.
After climbing to the top of the ride and teetering over the edge, as soon as you start your fast and furious journey your surroundings will go racing pas you.
It was 2 months after Auggie’s graduation and everyone was getting supplies for the new school year at beecher prep. As everyone walked to their homeroom Auggie saw his best friend, Jack Will.
Despite my terror, peer pressure got the best of me when my summer camp took a trip to Cedar Point. On the bus ride, we split into three groups depending on what rides we indented to undertake, all-roller-coaster , some-roller coaster, no-roller coaster. In spite of my desperation to avoid the coasters, I was miraculously cajoled by all my friends to join them in the all-roller-coasters group, despite my immense fear of these gargantuan monsters of the midway.
It doesn't get simpler. It won't get simpler. It's been 12 years since he passed yet despite everything it hurts as it did the second I discovered. I wish I could do a reversal so as to that morning. I woke up and discovered him at the table, written work. God, that is whatever he did. He composed and composed and composed. I would read his works for whatever is left of my life just to feel somewhat nearer to him once more. I attempted to induce him to return to bed, however he cannot. He guaranteed me he would be back soon. He assembled it a conference. Why wouldn't he be able to be straightforward with me? Alex never preferred duels. He preferred not to get included in any. Why did he get included in this one? I detest Burr. He ought to have known Alexander could never shoot him. He ought to have known not to do it. He ought to have realized that the world was sufficiently wide for them two. Why didn't he realize that?
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
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A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
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.
In the heart of the bustling city of Arkania, where the clang of steel echoed through the narrow streets and the scent of spices hung heavy in the air, I, Kai, lived a life bound by the rigid rules of tradition and duty. At twenty years old, I was already a skilled martial artist, my every move honed by years of training under the watchful eye of my master, Sensei Hiroshi. But despite my proficiency in combat, I harbored a quiet yearning for something more, a longing that whispered to me in the stillness of the night. Little did I know that my journey toward self-discovery was about to take an unexpected turn.
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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.
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.
Never ending queues weaved and meandered through the swarm of people away from the attractions in a random route. People, families, boyfriends and girlfriends stand idle and lethargic, waiting in line patiently for the hurricanes of fear and enjoyment to ride upon them, listening to the squeals of both horror and excitement increasing in volume as the ride turns and twists, goes round the loop-de-loop and curves in every direction.