I clenched my stomach as we drove down the road. My eyes focused on one star in the sky, I knew if I pulled my eyes away my insides would be out and exposed to everyone. My cheeks stung from tears and my breaths were short as we drove to my church. as we pulled up it took me a while to open the car door, my hands were shaky and weak. friends hugged me and cried as I buried my head into their shoulders, the little light of hope I had left in my heart was burning out and I could feel it. I could see it as the storm clouds rolled in, as the thunder crashed and almost echoed my feelings in the sky. I felt vulnerable to life for the first time that night. As I descended down the stairs to join the rest of the group that was meeting to pay I heard …show more content…
It was as if she said it to warn others of the words that I was going to be hearing, warn others of the hurt I was going to be feeling and of the challenge my life would become. She took me outside and put her hands on my shoulders as if she was going to be the one that needed the help to stand up. I looked at her and watched as her tongue said his name. I fell to the ground my knees buckled and my heart sank deeper than it ever had. Almost as if the hurt before this was only digging a hole to the endless tunnel of pain and regret and sadness i would fall into tonight. My hands held my face but not like I wanted him to in that moment. The ground held me above ground when all I wanted to do was sink as deep as I knew he would be buried that week. But i couldn't. I was living. There was a time I did not sleep no matter how hard I tried until that was all i ever did. Music turned the numbness of it all into a sharp pain like a punch in the stomach reminding me of words I never said and words I never meant. Nights were spent screaming at my ceiling at god and at him reliving over and over and over how easy it would have been how much pain he could have saved me...if only he had remembered to buckle his
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Regis is fourteen when he finds their mother weeping on the tile floor Christmas Dinner. She grips Stella close to her as if she was oxygen and their mother needed to take a calm breath and breathe. The phone rings. It’s the third time today.
Well today my friends and I was issued a challenge, by a mysterious challenger. No one at my table was going to take the challenge , but I spoke up at the last moment. It was me.. All the challenge was to cut off his head and if he survived, he could do the same to you. Of course it was random
Diffident little Greg was being languid. All he did was watch TV and do nothing with his pathetic life. One day he realized he was malcontent with the continuum that is his life. He decided he was going to augment his attitude. He decided to go on a journey to become intrepid which would be a travail for him as he normally does nothing at all.
- “In Europe there are mixed opinions , some people are scared specifically of young men like you, who are travelling alone. There are a lot of people who say … you are coming to do problems in Europe, they are generally afraid of you,” Al Jazeera Journalist, Hoda Abdel-Hamid, asked a 27-year-old Iraqi refugee to response. - “I don’t think someone who travels all this way here, risking his own life, comes to cause problems. [He] is going to a country that recognizes his identity, humanity, his life and makes him feel he is a human being with rights.
A Journey into Hero’s life: The Twelve stages of greatness Joseph Campbell revolutionized the world of story-telling, movies, books, and nearly all narrations by introducing the concept of Hero’s Journey in his book Hero With a Thousand Faces. Campbell focused on the idea that legends and myths all across the world all share the same pattern of organization. First introduced by Campbell and later structured by Christopher Vogler into the twelve stages the Hero’s Journey.
- 559 I knew Rebecca would cause a bit of mischief, but I never would have guess she would inform the media that my daughter and Trever were engaged or soon to be. She knew Aeryn was arriving with her boyfriend and would dare embarrass my daughter with the whole world watching. I did know some of things foolish she had planned, but I must admit I did not see the sneak attack at the car or leaving word at the door coming. I may have no other choice except to take things into my own hands, and not even Aeryn will be able to hold back a smile from blooming on her face when I do. For now, I needed to get things moving forward on my end.
I would like to think that everyone is their own hero fighting their own journey. We hear the term hero a lot, whether we are referring to the people who put their lives on the line for the sake of society, or the people we believe that are our own personal heros who have affected our lives. Before understanding Joseph Campbell’s theory on his concept the Hero’s Journey I would have never considered myself a hero.
For the past six years, I have been blessed to have participating in American Heritage Girls. I began my journey six years ago as an explorer, and worked hard to earn my Louis and Clark. Even at that age, I was working hard to be able to complete the goal of the Stars and Stripes award. I began to map out how I believed I would be able to complete it. I knew that I would truly begin that process as a Pioneer, and I was eager to begin.
Hero’s Journey can be implicated at life because people have all these adventures that they do not plan out. If someone choses to do something with their life and make them matter to people then they will most likely experience all parts of Hero’s Journey. “A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.” (Campbell) These are wise words spoken by Joseph Campbell.
It has been a long journey throughout, while me and my family have been traveling for 1 year from southern Europe. We have been on ships that had rusted to paint down rivers that have faded to the color of blue from the pollution on trucks that have been crushed and beat to nearly a frame and walk more than 500 miles and old roads filled with trash with little food but enough to survive the long days and even longer nights. My sister Mia shoes had melted from the small puddles of blue liquid had ate them right of her feet as she walked and didn't have time to stop we have about 1 week to get the port. So I let her have mine as I walked on broken glass and sharp rocks but I had some support as such as socks.
The strong cold wind whipped against Clary 's hair and felt icy to the touch, as she rode through the dark forest. She 'd left the Lightwood 's castle in a haste, leaving behind the romantic atomsphere, while the castle loomed behind her in the distance. Her hands gripped Wayfarer 's leather reins, while she rode down the same exact pathway from which she 'd come before. The memory of it was very clear in her mind, for she knew every detail down to the very last rock and
What was supposed to be a regular day of work turned to be an unpleasant moment in life. Something like that shouldn’t happen to an 18 year old. A dark day, full of uncertain decisions. Made me think how people can enjoy hurting families like that. In those moments I learned to appreciate life and to know that nothing last forever.
…… It was a sad day the smell of wet Earth sat on my tongue as we drove down the highway. I watched as raindrops raced down my window. “Drip drop plop,” as the raindrops on my car fell to the ground surrounding my car. As we made our way down the highway a rather large fire truck red truck made a swift turn nearly colliding with our car.