December 24 Dear Diary, Exasperated and on a mission, I went through a lot today! Two nights ago, I was Queen of Mythrin, and right now, on Earth, I’ve lost all privilege that I once possessed. Today was the scariest but most surprising day of my life, and those memories will live in my mind for the rest of my life. I hate most of these dreaded humans; they are oppressing me to the highest degree. Being chased and almost hunted down by an assassin, I exerted the most power I’ve ever exerted as I shapeshifted into a snake. For someone who didn’t have a spine, it was quite impressive actually ‘cause I slithered my way out of the forest, completely losing track of that annoying assassin. In that instant, I was totally out of my mind and was
so scared of the thought that I was going to be captured and put into misery. But despite this, I managed to escape and once I got out of the forest, I shapeshifted into a butterfly to fly away. But suddenly, instantaneously while I was in midair, my shapeshifting powers suddenly drained away from and I fell from the sky with the pouring rain, in my normal form with my clothes stripped off me due to the vigorous winds. When I hit the earth, intensely, I was shocked and hopeless until I realized the place I landed—Simon’s and Amelia’s house, the place I was looking for the whole time. At this moment, I was absolutely relieved and I am extremely blessed that such an amazing coincidence had occurred. These two folks are the only humans keeping me away from oppression, and their company was exceptional, reminding me of my days as a queen. They gave me shelter and good food to eat, without telling Celeste, their grandmother, who may or may not accept me. Without the luck and the two folks’ company, I would definitely not be writing this. It’s late now and I better get going, so to finish off, I hope tomorrow will be a better day, hopefully with fewer surprises and freights. Marathynarradin
In “Creating the Myth,” Linda Seger outlines the essential aspects that make up the hero myth, and why movies that follow this outline are generally successful. In her analysis, she begins with the idea that every hero myth revolves around a hero who is called upon to accomplish a feat that nobody else in the story is able to do. The hero’s journey begins with an unlikely person being called upon to serve a purpose greater than themselves. Along their journey, the hero is influenced by several archetypical characters that either help the hero, or try to deter the hero from accomplishing their task. The hero’s journey ends when they have accomplished their task, and in doing so, become a greater person than what they were in the beginning. A film that found tremendous success by following this outline was “Kung Fu Panda.”
The book, Beyond The Myth: The Story of Joan of Arc, by Polly Schoyer Brooks, is a biography.
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.
* * * * * * * * I woke up after a particularly bad session with the torturers. If I was lucky, I’d fall asleep from the pain. I vaguely remembered something to do with hot irons, scalpels, electric shocks, blades, pliers, and lots of blood. At that point, I was literally scared everywhere. Big, red, infected scars.
venomous snakes as hair and a power that can turn people into stone just by making eye contact
I had just passed a large rock when I heard a slither. I turned around and saw a large rattlesnake come from behind the rock. I tried to run away but that was the wrong move because I scared the snake. The snake lunged toward me with sharp teeth ready to bite but I jumped out of the way. Right as I landed my legs gave way to my weight and I fell. The snake lunged toward and with all my energy I got out of the way, grabbed it and strangled it till it gave out its last breath.
I think I’ve prepped you to accept danger unaided, set out the door, flip down your blast shield, take the first step unafraid-ed, so launch your path, level up from hobbits to jawas, pixels to bloodbath, stop at this tavern, then wear a disguise, you’ll know thine enemy, he’s the one with red eyes. Embark on your voyage, your crusade, your trek to a far-away earth, middle-, high- or low-, you’ll walk and you’ll walk, lose some of that girth, and finally arrive at your destiny, that one doom, that ironic fate, that M. Night Shy-a-malan-ding-dong for which you can’t
... When man has authority dreamed he turned into a snake, which means he oppressed someone. Dreams usually explain something happen in the real live as symbols. (Hannah, B., & Eldred, D. The archetypal symbolism of animal) (Impelluso, L. Nature and its symbols)
Many stories from ancient times have been passed down to present days in forms of tales, legends and lores. Most of these stories differ from one to another; especially from today's stories. Stories can have many differences from each other; they have different authors from a different time period, which would have different events to write about. Despite the different style, characters, goals, and even languages and cultures, most of these stories follow a set of archetypes. Within these archetypes, a protagonist is placed as a hero on a journey of leaving their familiar surroundings to enter an unfamiliar and challenging world. This is most commonly known as the hero's journey: a journey that mainly consists of a hero that has been called
My eyes were tearing up even before started. I knew from my past that it will hurt, and I know how much. They then started.
Gerta was very daring, efficient, helpful, and kind ,but one word to describe this all is brave. Gerta is always taking chances just to save her family and she is very determined to keep everyone in her family safe. She had to do whatever it took to succeed to being free so, Gerta had to take risks. She looked over the wall just to see if her father and brother were okay and she did that over and over knowing she could get caught. Gerta could have gotten her mom arrested because of one movement of her eyes and Gerta stil was brave and decided to dig a tunnel. Gerta had to find the welcoming building because of her father's note. Gerta stole a pulley to help with the tunnel. She also stole a door on top of the welcoming building and risked
Tons of people, all controlling my villain, my new puppet master. My puppet master has tons of her own puppet masters, telling her exactly what to do and say to me. They all thought it was funny when I wanted to die. They all hated me. At that moment everything crumbled, I hear a symphony of out of tune voices all telling me everything I never wanted to know. That was enough. I took the sharpest thing I could find, I needle, and I broke all the strings with it, it took a long while but it eventually worked. Then I shoved the needle in my arm hoping for the worst and yet I woke up hours later still lying on the floor. All the severed strings that used to carry me and hold me up all tied so tightly around me it was suffocating, I could not get them off, but at least no one was controlling them. I had no one, no one wants to deal with puppets, they are too useless, too dumb, too stubborn, to rude. It all circulated in my head for months. I could never focus because all I knew is that I was so close to smashing my wooden doll body to pieces and the world did not care. It is all I thought about, not English, nor whatever assignment about Canadian history or feminism. I could not
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.
The sound of the wheels from a skateboard on the pavement rattles my head. The only thing stopping the pounding noise was the slight breeze of air that flew through cooling down all the noise. Blowing through the blue curls in my hair the wind covered my ears. No worries could reach me in this moment. The excitement to get to the library kept me flying down the road. I could already imagine the smell in the air of old paperback books enveloping my nose. Getting to run my fingers over new books hard spines that hold the forever stories together.