The Hero's Journey-Original Writing

The story “Me And Earl And The Dying Girl” by Jesse Andrews takes place in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The time setting is in the year 2011 nearing the end of the school year and main characters, Gregory Gaines, Earl Jackson, and Rachel Kushner are all in their senior year at Benson High School. The setting differentiates the character’s personality by separating them by social class. Author illustrates Rachel and Gregory living in a middle class home in a quiet neighborhood in the town area they live in. However, Earl lives in a dangerous and unkept part of the city that characterizes him and his family as dangerous people because of their semi-economic disadvantage. Andrews specifically describes the Jacksons’ house as “falling apart- there’s

War is one of the most complex yet completely understood subjects to read or write about. Tim O’Brien has captured the true essence of being drafted into a war. “The Things They Carried” is a novel composed of multiple short stories; Each taking the reader through the perspective of the narrator showing his multiple landscapes, situations, and changing feelings from being drafted into the Vietnam War to surviving it. These stories really help one understand the effects of war on someone’s mind as well as body.

In the book The Things We Carried by Tim O'Brien, he tells the reader stories about his experience in the Vietnam war. He tells stories about before, during and after the war. O’Brien explains his feelings towards the war by hinting it in many of his stories. He uses juxtaposition, diction, irony, metafiction, and repetition. His feelings towards war seem to change, at times he shows the feeling of hatred, in other cases he’ll have the feeling of sorrow and tension, or his tone will go from humorous to solemn in a sentence. In the chapters They things They Carried, Enemies and Friends, How to tell a true War Story, Sweetheart of Song Tra Bong, and Style best explain his feeling towards war.

One day during summer break on a very hot and steamy day a girl was running through a field when there lay an arrow in the grass telling her to go towards the forbidden place. She refuses to go and turns in the other direction and goes home, though fear and curiosity were bubbling inside of her. Well for the past two weeks she has been thinking of going and she went to start the journey.

In “The Treasure of Lemon Brown” by Walter Dean Myers, Lemon Brown is brave. Lemon Brown can stand up for himself. “ Don't try nothin, cause I got a razor here sharp enough to cut a week into nine days!” (page 732). Lemon Brown lives in an abandoned house that anyone can go in. Lemon Brown lets others be safe. “Then Lemon Brown released his hand and moved toward the top of the stairs.”(page 736). He is brave because he let Greg go up the stairs first so he would be safer. Lemon Brown is brave because he can help himself. “As Greg howled, the light moved away from Lemon Brown, but not before he saw Lemon Brown hurl his body down the stairs as the men tried to take his treasure.” (page 736). Greg saw Lemon Brown protect himself from the thugs.

Famine struck our resources which resulted in our nations exploration voyages. Eventually, the Kingdom received word of a new land that our Heavenly Father blessed upon us. The returning sailors would tell the townspeople that they followed the beam of the Sun shining through the crevice of thick ominous clouds

Smitty was sick of the sour, stingy smell of the bait tackle shop. Local faces would pass through the shop, getting their usual haul. The lake near Cypress City would soon be filled with the boats of old fishermen. Cypress City was not, in fact, a city. It was a run down town in Maryland, too old to be of any use to the world. People were old, buildings were old, kids were old, the lake was old, the swamp was old - everything. Smitty hated it, and he yearned for adventure; to escape his small, ignorant town for thrill and fun. So for Smitty, the best course of action, obviously, was to get a job. After all, he needed a car. Smitty was 23 years old, and still living with his parents (not uncommon for residents of Cypress City). His parents would

disintegration. Flying apart into a million psychic pieces did not do a witch’s mind good. Sunlight was simply unpleasant. It yanked her from the womb as a fetus bobbing in cold bathtub water. Memories inscribed themselves into the body as well as the mind, and she trembled, muscles tightening, ten- dons

I lay down on the grass, which was very tall and rough. I attempted to rise, but was not able to stir: for, as I happened to lie on my back, I found my arms and legs were tightly fastened on each side

Kayn Hayes sighed, raking his hand through his dirtied blond hair. It was a deep, meaningful breath, with a tale behind it. Maybe once before somebody may have liked to listen to the tale, maybe not.

Down a long, empty corridor, the clopping of armored hooves reverberated off the cold stone walls. The heatless flames that clung to the withered wood of the torches dimly painted all that was near them a ghastly shade of blue as they radiated their perpetual light, illuminating the path. The atmosphere

He knelt before her with his wrists shackled and red where they've been rubbed raw, arms covered in dirt and blood with streaks in the filth where sweat trickled down. What clothes covered his thin frame were tattered and drenched in sweat. The cave where he was facing punishment was

Chunk, the sound of the metal scrapping the old rotten wood. The old rotten floor, he

When his mother died Alex saw his father stare into the distance until the ash hanging from his cigarette became a fragile gray arc as long as his pinky finger. He sometimes thought of the cigarette and about the dry tobacco burning inside. It came to him when he wished

He lifted his mask onto his face, making sure he wouldn't inhale anything but his own bacteria. With a pull at David gloves, he checked the monitor for abnormalities. Blood volume 70 lm/kg and a heart rate of 500 beats per minute— though a little higher than most rodents—it was stable. Silence was key—as increase would immediately upset it. David pulled up his gloves once more, making sure his hands were covered, as he was continued to approach it. As he opened its cage, its eyes were red, leaving only faint trails of brown pigment and a yellow residue surrounding it.