Personal Narrative: A Hero's Journey

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

It was 10.30pm when all of us got together as one to start the jouney from the fort bus stand. We were excited when the bus started moving and couldn't wait to reach the destination. It was all misty on the way and all we knew is that we are going to have a great time. The bus driver didn't stop exactly where we wanted to get down.

By the end of “A Raisin in the Sun” by Lorraine Hansberry, the Younger’s lives are beginning to improve. Compared to the state of the family at the opening of the play, most considered that play ends on a joyous moment. However; that is not so for the Younger family. The way the play ends is not a happy ending because the Younger family does not have the funds that they need, two people are further from their dreams, and they are moving into a neighborhood to could be dangerous for them. Although one may be excited that things appear to be better for the Younger’s, the reality is that things could possibly be worse for them.

The Mississippi never freezes over. I guess that’s why everybody claimed it to be a miracle. I was already missing the Beautiful City by the time my new leather boots set foot on the frozen river. Months before the journey Momma was already sewing us new clothes and saving her coins to purchase us boots from the tailor. Leaving Nauvoo, was one of the hardest things I’ve done. Prophet Brigham Young taught us faith and how that will keep us going on this trek to Zion. I found that it is much easier to sing about Zion than actually making the journey. A few days into the trek several families turned around and headed back.

Anna was screaming on the top of her lungs because she found her mother lying on the floor bleeding.’’Mother who did this to you’’ said Anna. A british soldier who killed your father’’ said Mary.Then Mary took her last breath and passed away. Anna was sobbing because her mother died like her

Throughout the night, Mary dreamt of Bill . Her mind raced through memories from the first time their eyes met, how those sweet blue eyes sparkled when he laughed, and how they were in love and drifted apart. She also remembered 4 years ago, when she had seen him while away on business in Orlando, Florida.

It was a cold, dreary night in the month of October in 2003. It was the night before

We head off to college. As Liam and I are heading to college we are talking about what we want to do when we get older. And Liam tells me that he wants to travel the world and make adventures. And I tell Liam that I want to also travel the world and become a writer. Music starts playing and we start jamming out to the music. We get to college and we have to go to orientation. They split the freshman into groups and Liam and I are in the same orientation group.

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.

I left. I’d rather dream. The property we desire, Alan and I, has a broad horizon inviting us over, a beautiful home that we plan to plant there. And at this very moment I’m suddenly impatient for having hopelessly ruined my best intentions for a brief holiday.

"God gave up on the Earth long ago," the priest proclaimed to Betzabeth as they sat next to each other in a pew.

Two women are the most important in a grown man’s life, his wife and his mother. Adam Gopnik, New York University, Institute of Fine Arts graduate and a long time writer for The New Yorker explores his relationship to these women in his article “Bread and Women” (AdamGopnik.com). Gopnik describes how his sojourn into bread baking uncovered insights about his mother and spouse. He utilizes allusions, epithets, and dialogue to portray his wife and mother as important individuals who are unique and interesting in their own rights.

“Thank you for lunch and your kindness. I am looking forward to joining your club and invite you to join the ASPCA,” Betty said before she noticed Louise was daydreaming.

It was almost evening, and the sun was starting to fall. Looking out my window, I could see the sky turning a light pink where the sun was descending towards the horizon. I was waiting for a servant to deliver the news of the king’s request for my presence. I had been waiting all day from when my father, noble Frederick had told the king would speak to me. He had told me he was concerned. Whatever this meant, it was bad news for me. The king rarely had audiences. They were only for the most important purposes, like dealing with threats that challenged his power, control, or kingdom. The result was usually a painful death for the guest. I shivered. However, there was the small chance that he wanted me to perform a task for him, with

On the outside, Sage Foster looked like an average twenty-eight year old woman. Medium length, curled ash brown hair rested against her pale white skin. Her light brown almond shaped eyes were the best feature of her small feminine face. She married an average man, Mark Foster, who was a lawyer and provided for their family. Her suburban home, was the envy of all their neighbors, as it is furnished and decorated with perfection.