Short Story: A Hero's Life

“Small town big heart,” they say locked away behind their cold immaculate castle gates that rest on the remains of the previous farmland and plains. The collective heart beats but only at a convenient time suiting parties involved. “A place where everyone matters,” they utter as their motto in indistinguishable monotone voices. The people are too wrapped up in their everyday lives to ever be concerned about their neighbor, they look through life with gilded glasses. It’s as if a fog had descended slowly creeping into their view distorting what they once held most dear.

Hunger Games, Star Wars, and A Wrinkle In Time have many similarities, and differences when they go through the Hero’s Journey. The Hero’s Journey is what the main character goes through in a book or movie. For example, Harry Potter, The Hobbit, Ender's Game, and much more.

The moon, the sky's etermal night light. It's light is as beautiful as the sun itself. But the moon brings something the sun vanquishes, darkness, and the fiercest of predators use its shade to their advantage. But the strongest predator needs no advantage of darkness, no teeth of fangs, for the strongest predator is man. Deep in the forest is a boy on the edge of man hood. He climbs, he hunts, he builds because that is the only life he knows. His body is decorated in different pelts to keep him warm in the cold months and during the windiest of nights. The beginnings of a beard growing on his face due to his increasing maturity. But this child is oblivious to many things, including his own name, Richard. But unlike most people his

One weekend, my friend Hannah and I wanted to go on a quad ride during the night. It was during the summer and we were at Hannah’s house and we were bored. So we thought it would be a good idea to go for a ride, so we asked her step dad if we could and he said yes. We both thought it would be super fun to go for a quad ride. So, we get all geared up in proper clothing because it was cold out and off we went.

Palmiro and his sleeping son Josh are on a plane near South America when his pilot died. He started making weird noises over the intercom. Josh was curious what was going on so he asked his dad. His dad, Palmiro, said everything was going to be ok. All of a sudden they hear the wind whistling against the sharp edges of the plane. They both looked out the window and saw the ground getting closer and closer. The plane started to plummet to the ground. Josh started freaking out and had no idea what to do. He saw only one parachute and an emergency door. Palmiro told his son to quickly grab the parachute. They both strapped in together and jumped out. The plane crashed on an island, no one knows where.

Tree seedlings, called woodsprites, control the plot and the actions of the Na’vi, propelling the plot when possible, along with the archetypes of the evil figures. Jake was following Neytiri back to her camp, with her telling him to leave the whole time. Suddenly, a bunch of woodsprites landed on Jake, causing Neytiri to let him accompany her to the camp. This propelled the plot forward since it made Jake get allowed into the camp and continue his hero’s journey. Without this happening, Jake wouldn’t have been able to help the Na’vi or even join them in the final battle for their lives. He probably would have ended up being killed by them. Earlier in Avatar, Jake was wandering around in the forest, and Neytiri was preparing to kill him.

“Run!” the little boy cried. The roman soldiers came attacking at village and killing 2 dozen men and women. The little boy was named Damon. His father is a god, his name was Mercury, the god of speed. Damon was just a demigod.

The relevant data was brought to him on a tablet soon afterwards, the Replicator informed him it was the Planetary Governors and now it belonged to him. It was more powerful than the others, with this tablet he could access any console or any Ustrian tech he came into contact with, not just tech on the Xerxes. The data pile was immense, it would take him forever and a day to read it. After only a few hours of skimming through it he put it aside and rubbed his eyes, it was starting to give him a headache.

Noah had snuck out plenty of times, but never with a camera in his hand.

Charity and the children left Marilee's amid warm hugs and wishes for a safe journey. The girls especially, were reluctant to leave. They enjoyed being at Marilee's, having the luxuries of a roof over their heads and not stuck riding in a wagon all day. Charity figured being there reminded them of being home with Nancy, because Marilee took them under her wing and into the kitchen with her to help her cook. The boys were a different story- they were raring to go; they enjoyed camping out and being on the trail. To them, it was a grand adventure. The last couple of years, the older boys had gone with their father and grandfather, to check the traps. And, they had even gotten to go to Fort Charlotte a time or two. But the girls had always been

“Then you must take up your well-shaped oar and go on a journey until you come where there are men living who know nothing of the sea,” said Teiresias, a famous blind prophet.

Tom woke up when he heard the CLAMORING of the sailors outside his room on the ship. He hobbled over to the door, and when he opened it, he groaned at the scene before him. A crowd of rambunctious men circled around two individuals who appeared to be arm-wrestling. Each of them CHANTED loudly for their favorite wrestler to win. He jumped when he heard someone say, "Morning!" behind him.

The blood moon is a fateful night for all Werewolves, a child born on that night is sentenced for death, but through a twist of fate she is sparred, but her family is not. No one knows what happens if the blood moon child is allowed to grow, yet fate has a way of discovering secrets. Raised in wolf Form Ember becomes a relentless hunter, but what happens when she experiences her first full moon? Will she annihilate all werewolves like the prophecy foretold, or can predestination be overcome?

women on the couch. “The aging process is apparent to us in the first days of life. Those of us that are cursed age slower and stop at 30.”

Screams filled the air. Only then did Jessie Grant realize they were his. He had been having this dream for some time, his dad’s and mom’s death. Before they boarded a cruiser when he was seventeen, his parents were his best friends, now he had nothing.