Archetype Monologue

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

2. Looking at the candle before me, it was hard to imagine that it was made from the tallow of a sheep.

I am fixing my hair, and humming along to a song I heard on the radio, when I hear the concert start. I heard the announcements begin and the lights go dim. There was people all around me. People tripped over cords or called out demands. Some had microscopic mics on their faces, some had been putting on makeup on.

What do Joshamee Gibbs (Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl/Terry Rossio) and Phileas Fogg (Around the World in 80 Days/Jules Verne) have in common? Well, from a distance they have nothing in common. Joshamee Gibbs is a pirate found in a blockbuster film. Passepartout is a french valet, from a book written in the 1800s. But, as the reader dives into the characters and their behaviors, a pattern or archetype can be seen. Archetypes are universal in every story and narrative. For the hero, there are 3 archetypes: tragic, romantic, and epic heroes, but for the other archetypes they are more broad and open to more variety. The hero is the protagonist, or main character in a film or book. The role of the companion is that of

to accept it, this is my eternity, i'd stay here forever and ever. I guess this is it, my whole life and it's all wasted. I wonder if I could have done anything different, maybe be kinder, give to the poor, I don't know. I'll never get married or have children.

Sitting in my room is all I do everyday every minute of the day that I don’t spend at school. I usually spend time with my sister and do our homework together. She’s a senior so she helps me through all the hard school homework. Everyone says that Peyton and I are so similar but we have two different personalities, she’s the smart fashioned one, and i’m the laid back chill one. But we do look a lot alike, she has brown hair and I have blonde hair but our faces are identical. Our different personalities don’t always mix so good we fight sometimes, but now it seems like we fight everyday about anything. The distance forming between us is actually really depressing. We never talk anymore I have no clue what’s going on in her life she doesn’t even

Once there was a woman who told a story. However, she had more than just an entertaining tale to tell. She chose common images that everyone would understand, and she wrapped her story around them, and in this way she was able to teach the people . . .

I push the cracked oak wood tavern door open. Eyes sweep across the room falling on me. Wearing a dark hood and cloak concealing all but my piercing ice blue eyes and half of my nose. My wide chest, wiry arms, thick legs and my two swords also hidden away underneath my cloak. I’ve been growing my beard out, short cropped it isn’t much to deal with. The tavern is laid thick with the scents of; stale alcohol, fresh bread, and charred savory meat roasting on the spit in the center of the tavern. In the opposite corner of the tavern sits a table bathed in shadows with four armed individuals.

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.

“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.” Isaac Newton’s Third Law of Motion tells the stories of Taylor and Equality beautifully, as an immense amount of conflicts and actions end up sharing a reaction; for example, setting the human race back to the dark ages. Along with human advancement eventually setting technology and life back thousands of years, these two stories share another element: love. It may create actions that someone would incline to do in a normal mindset. However, a gigantic misconception about all literature happens to be that the hero archetype has to always succeed, which goes against Anthem’s story. Human advancement creates a downfall in almost every instance in literature, falling hand in hand with love summoning ideas that would usually be nonexistent.

I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.

The characters and the world of the story are built satisfyingly, but the character themselves fall into archetypes too strongly. There are too many against-all-odds victories. Overall, the script does a decent job of ambitiously blending sci-fi, action, and comedy into a pseud-parody of all three. The world is a mishmash of classic sci-fi world themes (steampunk, minimalist utopia, etc.), which allows for it be used as a foundation of satirical humor about sci-fi while also showing an admiration for the genre.

In my point of view, the boy was not prepared for his adventure to unknown. Even though he was shepherd who traveled everywhere near his hometown, he did not encounter any city where they speak deferent language or a new culture. One reason supporting my idea, he went to a new continent that he does not know anything about it even what language they speak. In the other hand, the boy learned a lot from his mistakes so he did not give up and continued his journey, “I am an adventurer, looking for treasure”(42) the boy said to himself. He started working to gain some money for his journey to Egypt. After that, he went to caravan where people are grouping for a trip to Egypt. That means the boy felt that he is ready to explore the unknown although