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It was my turn for guard duty today. I head for our boarders and since I was the first one here like always I pull out my journal and finish my report on the maple tree. I'm a real fan of how nature works and why certain things occur. I laugh to myself as I remember the movie Avatar by James Cameron." What's so funny?" said a gruff voice. I look up to see Lloyd smirking down at me. I rolled my eyes as I stood up to face Lloyd. He smelled like honey almond once again I pushed pass him and walked towards my station. "Oh come on sweetie don't be mad" Lloyd said teasingly. I turned toward him and gave a fake smile. He walked towards me but I had turned around. I felt his hand wrap around my waist and I was pulled to his stone hard chest. “Lloyd get off of me" I said quickly. Lloyd …show more content…
pushed my hair to behind my ear and said "Never little rose".
I went stiff in his arms because I was only called when I was younger. I turned to find Lloyd gone once again. I huffed and thought “Why does he do that? It’s so annoying". I walked away towards the gate of our borders and saw the soldiers were also on patrol. I find it dumb that they would also be on patrol even though they know I wouldn't let anyone harm them because my brother's family is with them and so is Aaron's daughter and wife. I was five hours into guard duty when the alarms went off. I grabbed my gun and headed towards the tower. Once up I saw what had set the alarm an unknown person who was tearing away at the armory compound we had. I climbed down and headed towards the enemy and held my gun at the person. "Step away from the armory and no harm will come to you or anyone you know" I said sternly. The person turned around quickly then stalked towards me. I saw his eyes were gold and he looked like he was pure muscle. Soon before I knew it he was right in my face and he smirked "You are scared I can tell". I suddenly
felt like a little girl when she sees a murder and the killer come towards her. I slowly backed away as he kept coming towards me. I tripped over a root from a tree and fell on my butt. I groaned and tried to get up but he was hovering over me. I quickly got up and shot my gun at him but it just bounced off of him. I dropped my gun then got out my blades and tried to stab him but my blades bent once it touched his skin. He picked me up by my neck and said "The time of darkness is coming and the Sirens are coming back". He then was able to get my blind spot, my shoulder, once he got hold of it my shoulder started burning. He laughed as I was screaming from the pain in my shoulder. He threw me hard against a tree and I landed on a sharp rock. I spit up blood and coughed and felt like all my strength was taken from me. He placed his foot on my arm then bent down and said in my ear "Now I will always find you". I coughed then felt the pressure on my arm gone and so was the guy. I slightly touched my shoulder to feel nothing but something like silk. It felt like fire from a dragon on my shoulder. I pushed myself up from the ground and limped back to the gate but feel again because my ankle was broken. I sucked in my breath and tried to walk it out but I couldn't endure the pain. I tried my best to crawl back to the guard station but I couldn't. Good thing someone saw me and called Aaron. I was laying on the bed in the makeshift hospital "how did this happen?' Aaron huffed. I looked at him angrily" I already told you" I winced as I pushed myself up and brushing Aaron away from me. Then the door busted open to a very angry Darnell. He came over to me and pulled me out of the hospital to the library. Once in I pulled my wrist out of his grip and yelled "What the hell is wrong with you". He looked at me with cold eyes then sighed and looked away from me. He told me that he was pissed that I didn't tell him about the alarm sounding. I rolled my eyes and huffed "You really think I would call you when I had it handled". He looked at me and yelled " If you had it handled you wouldn't be hurt huh?” I bit the inside of my lip and looked at the man I thought I knew. “You know what I'm pretty stressed as it is so I'm leaving" I said walking out. “You get back here right now" he yelled. I closed the door and went down to the kitchen to make me some caramel milk. I sat at the table and looked out the window and sighed. I kept thinking to myself what had happened to the funny, sarcastic, and yet perverted Darnell I met when I was younger. I heard up above me Darnell rushing down the stairs. Soon Darnell was walking in the kitchen and I saw his face was full of anger. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him into a secluded area. “Get off of me" I yelled pulling my wrist from his grip. “I know you have been talking to a guy named Lloyd I forbid you to talk to him and that's an order and if you don't I will kill your brother and his family including you do I make myself clear?" Darnell growled. I was shocked but cleared my throat and said “Yes", Darnell brushed pass me roughly on my shoulder. I felt a tear run down my face and I slowly wiped it away. I paced around the lake thinking of everything that happened. I finally gave up and laid down in the green grass. "Amazing day huh?" I heard someone say. I looked to see Lloyd by a tree looking at me. I quickly got up and punched him "Why did you send that guy after me?" I yelled. Lloyd looked surprised and caught his breath" What I didn't send anyone". I looked at him and could tell he was telling the truth. I fell and screamed in pain as my shoulder started burning like before. “Like I said before I will always find you" the guy from before. I looked up to find Lloyd was in front of me protecting me from this guy." Lloyd nice to see you again know please move so I can love my lovely wife" he said looking at me. “Chris you aren't getting nowhere near her." Lloyd said. I picked myself up and leaned against Lloyd for support. Chris looked between me and Lloyd and smirked." Time is ticking Lloyd darkness is coming the sirens are coming back be ready" The Chris was gone with a trail of gold dust. Lloyd and I looked at each other and everything clicked. The world’s worst enemy the Sirens were going to start a war soon and tear everyone apart. They want their world back that we humans took away from them.
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.
He fired a shot into my leg and I fell to the ground. I let out a horrible screech so horrible one can not describe the morbide sound I let out. As I crawl to him he fired another shot in too my arm. My crawling slowed even more than before, it felt like an eternity when I got to his leg. There I pulled him down to my level but he was much stronger than me, of him not being decayed at all. His gun flew a couple feet away but he got up, me slowly crawling toward him but he got to his gun
Your days consist of walking, running, and shooting, but in these three years I have been thankful enough not experience a whole lot of shooting. I’ve tried to stay out of trouble and keep safe for Sammie and Faith’s sake. That is, until my last day over here. I was supposed to be out of Afghanistan in twenty-four hours, all I had to do is lead one final convoy through a village. Coincidentally it was the same village I had watched Tom Butler die in four years prior. A group of five soldiers and I were guarding the last humvee when we fell far behind the group. Segregated that’s when the insurgents say their opportunity. They threw two grenades at the vehicle and blowing it up. The heat felt from the flames of the wreckage were unbearable. I managed to get the five guys and myself into a small food store before the thirty plus insurgents came out of the surrounding buildings. I put a call in to base giving them the coordinates of where we were. The officer on the phone told me he couldn’t get someone out there for at least five minutes. Five minutes went by when I finally heard the sound of the chopper’s blade in the distance. As soon as they heard the helicopter, the insurgents started to close in on us. No one in my platoon would make it out alive if someone didn’t do something. I saw only one way out for the majority of us, and it didn’t end well for me. I grabbed my pen and paper from my pack and
My head is now held high as I walk through the camp, led by two of my own, toward the post. I pull an incognito smile, not because I'm happy but because I realise how closely this resembles a quick cane by Mr Munnings back at Iddelsleigh. I know from then on I'd always protect Tommo, this time proving it was with my life as well. My feet itch to run as I near the post, the firing squad loading their guilty rifles with their damned guilty bullets. I know it's not their fault, they're as deep in sorrow as I am, but still Sergeant Hanley crosses his arms and his smug grin isn't so hidden anymore as I can hear the thoughts floating through my head, "Look who won now...Private Peaceful."
It looks asthetic.” “did you even bring your camera. I guess stoping for 5 minutes wont hurt”, i respond. Jake has a deep affection to photography and he’s not wrong. My cousin is a photographer and sometimes he takes me with him when he goes on short trips. He has a blog, inspiring people with his astonihing photos. Thats how i see him as when he grows up. I turn around to check on jake but he grabs my wrist roughly and starts running. “Whats going on? Stop running”, i say suprisingly hoping for an explanation. He stops for a moment and i stop to trying to catch my breath from all that running. “Behind that bush…. The birds….”, he hesitates. “THERE’S A DEAD BODY”,he later screams. I try to stay calm but i couldnt. I just couldnt. “What do you mean theres a dead body? How? Whats going on? Lets just…. Lets just call the police”. So many questions are running through my head. I dont even know what to think anymore. I walk over to the bushes, my body shaking and whivering in fear. My eyes widen and i stood their shocked, frozen. My mind just couldnt take it in. i go back rushing to jake, grab his hand, and gallob my feet away from the forest as fast as i can. We arrive back at the entrance gate and i pull my phone out of my pocket. “What are you doing”,jake says suprised. “Im calling the police. We cant just stand their looking at a dead body and not report it”. I dial 911. “Hello Salmon-Challis police
“Follow Me,” He says before I can ask any questions. He walks toward the barracks. When I don’t follow, right away he turns back and pulls up one of his sleeves revealing the same scar that are on my arms. Hastily I run to catch up to him. When we get inside he directs me into his office, before he closes the door he tells the two guards outside to take a lunch break and to send Major Generals (MG) Kai, Vern, and Nick in.”
As I am walking back to my cell, I hear this odd noise, I follow it towards the back of the camp and I see my son, fighting for his life. As I try to run to him, two guards come out of nowhere and grab me by my arms and as I watch these guards punch my son over and over again. After the first guard punches him I got loose and run to my son, push the guard on the floor and start punching over and over again. After 10 minutes 20 guards come pull me off the guard and take me back to my cell, as I am being dragged away I look at my son and I am saying to myself what did I just do, I just put myself and my son in more danger. When I get put in my cell, my neighbor on the right of me says are you alright, what happen. I saw my son and he was being punched over and over again and I had to do something about it, but now I think I just made things worse I put myself and my son in more danger. As I pick myself back up, I lean on the cell door talking to my neighbor and as I started talking to him I felt less scared and more confident. After talking for more than 45 minutes I have decided to worry more about my son then I did myself because he needs to live longer than me even if I live or die. I wish I could see my son one more time because I think I just showed all the guards that I’m not afraid of them and that I would sacrifice my life to let the punishment fall on my hands instead of my
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.
When I was 7, my family took a trip to Mexico. I was told that my grandfather had bought another horse that was tamer than the rest, and I was very excited about the news. As I cautiously asked my mom if we could go to the farm, she was uncertain of our safety but ended up saying yes, if we had supervision because she would be busy there. I was already imagining myself riding on the horse majestically and jumping in the breezy air (like on tv). All my siblings and cousins had that exact same confident and awe-striking thought.
He forgot to lock my chains. I sat in the dark musty basement just listening for any sounds any chance to escape. I heard footsteps upstairs the floor boards creaking under the weight of them. I could hear them speaking the leader told the men to get ready as they were going to go out to hunt. I sat and waited until I heard their footsteps exiting and the slamming of the door, I immediately bolted up and counted to a hundred.
When I was done with my rampage I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around ready for a situation where I will have to fight, but instead of that I found the strange man with a knife held at my throat. The strange man had a triumphant smirk on his face, but it quickly disappeared when I punched him in the face and knocked the knife out of his
THE JOURNEY HOME Going home, on my first day out I managed to travel all the way from Ein Karem to an inn just to the north of where my road met the main caravan route from Jerusalem headed for Nazareth. It was a goodly ride, but on the plus side I estimated it would cut about a day’s journey from my total travel time. With Amos at my side, courtesy of Zachariah, and by what seemed like pure luck or perhaps Amos’ planning, we managed to reach the inn in time to spend the night. The next morning, Amos met with the leader of a caravan headed north towards Nazareth, Capernaum, and the villages about the Sea of Galilee. Because I was so young and Amos was reckoned to be my man servant, the caravan master assigned us not to the caravan
As they struck their authority where they stepped, their dark glowing red eyes stared at us. Rounding us up into a group and pushing us to our knees, they surrounded us. As one stepped forward, I flinched out of fright and it was the worst thing I could of ever done in my life. All their eyes lit up and beamed down on me. Somehow breaking free from my shackles, I barged through them and ran, but they got me within seconds. I thought it was the end for me. Dragging me back to the group and placing tighter shackles on me, one of them disgusted and outraged announced in a sinister voice, ...
All of a sudden a fight broke out. You would have thought someone screamed free food the way everyone was running. People were falling all over the place trying to avoid the fight, but no one would break it up. When the fight was brought to a halt, everyone was ordered to leave. Everyone was stumbling trying to get out the house and to their cars, until one of the guys fighting decided the the issues wasn't resolved. He pushed his way back into the house, pulled out a gun and begins shooting. I was so close that I could hear the bullets flying by my ears, and I could see the sparks from the gun. I couldn't move; it was like someone turned my knees into the off position. Suddenly, I was pulled to the floor for protection. The shooting finally stopped. Everyone raced to their cars as if they were in a marathon. Out of nowhere, a low-pitched scream was heared. Two of my friends were found bleeding due to bullet wounds to the head.