...Williams 12 April. 2016 Everyday Use When I was growing up I was pretty timid and never really stood up for myself. Now as an adult I’m bumtious and will always get my point across. You would never recognize me from that little kid I used to be. This change I went through wasn’t a choice, rather, a necessity as Herbert Spencer said “survival of the fittest” I changed because I had to. Everyone goes through some form of change. Someone may start a certain way then end up living their lives another way accordingly to the paths they chose to follow. The path I have taken taught me to be assertive and make people take notice of me. People are all traveling down their own roads growing and changing along the way. Joseph Campbell composed “The Hero’s Journey” to glorify...
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...A Hunter’s Life Heroes these days are seen as having superpowers and saving everyone they can. They seem to get their names out in the spotlights. This can be seen as the very rough outline of a hero’s story. However, Joseph Campbell wrote out a pattern that seems to be true for many heroes in today’s popular culture, known as “The Hero’s Journey.” Eric Kripke has certainly demonstrated Campbell’s hero pattern with twelve steps, when he created the character, Dean Winchester, in the hit television series, Supernatural. The Hero’s Journey’s first step, known as “The Ordinary World” which has the hero living his or her life in peace and quiet. The very first five minutes start out with a four year-old Dean running into his infant brother, Sam’s nursery to say goodnight to him. He is greeted by his parents, John and Mary who tuck both the young boys in for the night. So, Dean is living the normal life of a young boy with his and loving parents and little brother....
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...The lack of sound should’ve been my first clue. Nights were never silent affairs near the taverns, and even the ocean held its breath, as though waiting for disaster to strike from the shadows. The wind played with the locks of my hair sticking out from beneath the hood of my cloak. The only light was the full moon, but even this was muted by clouds gathering near the horizon. The reflection of it in the water teased me with the illusion of luck. I knew Varvana was not on my side tonight. The tavern loomed before my eyes, tall against the star-studded sky. I was ten feet back when the sounds from there reached me. The door creaked as I opened it, but no one paid me any attention except the guard, Markus, standing just inside the doorway. His brown hair hung low over his glazed eyes. He gave me a customary glance, and as I was about to pass him, he grabbed my arm, shooting me a seedy smile, gaze lowering towards my chest. He pulled me aside roughly, pinning me between his figure and the wall. Markus’s fingers pinched the flesh at my waist and I gasped. The sound drew no attention to us. “Whatcha looking for tonight, sweetheart?” His smile oozed attempted charm, but his mouth reeked of alcohol. I shallowed my breathing to avoid the pungent odor, trying to stifle the rage stirring in my chest. The drunk idiot was trying to get himself killed. I put on a smile as though I was happy to have his ham hands touching me. “Nothing you have, Markus.” I put as much malice into my voice...
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...Seventeen-year-old Greg has managed to become part of every social group at his Pittsburg high school without having any friends, but his life changes when his mother forces him to befriend Rachel, a girl he once knew in Hebrew school who has leukemia. Will Greg and Rachel become friends again or maybe even more than that? Will Rachel forgive him for breaking her heart? I will be connecting with Rachel with her being sick, and I will connect with how Greg feels about high school. I can make many connections with this novel. One connection I will be talking about is how Greg feels about school. I abhor and desire high school at the same time. I abhor high school because I hate all the homework piling up, the stress it brings onto you, being forced to sit there and learn, studying, freighting times, and of course the worse of all finals. I especially felt like this when he said in the book “how is it possible to live in a place that sucks so bad”(Andrews 1). By freighting times I mean for myself personally I dislike being forced to go up in front of the class and present a presentation or paper. I am extremely shy around basically everyone except my normal everyday friends. When I step in front of the room to fortitude, my face gets bright red, my hands start to shake, I can barely talk and when I do I mess up on the words. I always have to be doing something with my hands to distract me, like crack my knuckles, which are my usually go to. I also hate finals, because at the...
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... “That one!” My brother screamed as he pointed to the biggest roller coaster in Disney. It was called Everest Expedition, it had a big picture of a Yeti on the front of the sign. As we waited for the roller coaster to come I stood there with my Mom, Dad, and my brother, Will and my cousin, Paige and her friend, Maddy. My fear kept building as the start of the ride was nearing.This was supposed to be a fun filled family vacation at Disney and now it was turning into a nightmare. “Please I don't want to go,” I said in a worried voice “You're going to be fine,” my dad said.No i'm not I thought. Zooom I could hear the coaster coming down the mountain like a train.It flew down the mountain a lighting speed I could see it coming. Come on, break down I thought.But it didn't it came to a stop and the people climbed out hooting and hollering like it was nothing.We climbed in and the guy running the ride said in a boring announcer voice “enjoy the ride,” and hit a few buttons.The cart started going forwards with a jerk and a screech, then we were we were off up the hill. The roller coaster went up the mountain like a plane climbing into the air. As the roller coaster climbed up the mountain my fear grew.I held onto the metal bar in front of us my knuckles turning white from holding on to hard. I could see the cave ahead. Little did I know that the cave we were going into was not the end of the ride. ”Are we almost done?” I said in a scared voice to my mom...
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...it had gone I repeated everything that could happen it took me close to 20 minutes for them to understand me, I couldn't stop laughing. When we had gotten off I bought the video tape of us on the ride. We watched the video many times before we continued on with our day,shortly after my boyfriend had shown up, I began to tell him what had happened we laughed together as he hugged and kissed my cheeks. He Asked me things like “Was It worth $55.00?” or things similar to “ so are you still afraid?” my face was red as he told me how proud he was for me facing my fears. my brother was afraid of me because I had threatened multiple times to make him go on it that night. Of Course my boyfriend Hunter took the ‘Cool kids’ side that was hunter's personal nickname for him, it drove me nuts. the wind picked up and my cheeks were turning a bright reddish pink, my brother laughed as me and my mother began her ‘I told you to bring a sweater speech.’ Hunter took me in close with his arms tight around me pulling me into his warm embrace, As he did I compared it to the tight seat that locks me in on the ride, he was warm unlike the ride and his breathing comforted me to the point of where it seemed like the world was no longer in motion. I replaced the ride in my mind, the turns of the hamster like ball we sat in, the sound of Jessica's voice next to me freaking out may me giggle aloud. Hunter turn and began to give me a funny look “what's so funny boo?” his voice was as soft as thought of a parent...
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...“Hurry up!” Journey exclaimed as she ran out of her house with her polka dotted suitcase. Journey had been counting down the days till her family was going to Disney World, and it was finally here. A few Minutes after Journey came out her little brother K.J. followed with only a small backpack stuffed with clothes. Next came Journey’s parents Tammy and Derick. Her older sister Leah, who was the eldest of them all, and Hailey were already in the van waiting for them. As they got settled in on the van packed with cousins, aunts, and uncles, “Wait I forgot my peanuts,” Derick said. “We’ll get you some on the way up,” Derrick’s younger brother Rick, who was driving the van, said annoyed. Journey quickly found her seat next to her favorite cousin Cameron. It did not take long for every to fall asleep. After hours of driving, they finally stopped at Derrick’s older sister, Ella’s, house. All the Jeffersons unloaded the bus. The kid’s quickly jumped into the pool....
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...There was a girl named Elizabeth, dark brown hair, hazel eyes and is courageous, always thought she feared nothing. One day she was in her massive room with lots of comfortable pillows on her neon pink bed. She woke up that morning realizing it was the first day of summer, that meant it was time for her to pack up for her trip to New York to see the rest of her family. They were heading to the airport and some guy randomly complained,”This airplane smells like a rotten egg!”Elizabeth agreed. So Elizabeth had to spend about eight hours in the smelly airplane, but, throughout the entire time, Elizabeth sat next to her mom which had a tiny bottle of perfume. Her time during the flight wasn’t that unpleasant after all, her mom made sure they smelled a springy-flower scent the entire flight to NY. When they got to New York Elizabeth was very excited to see the rest of her family because, she hasn't seen them in two whole years. Elizabeth’s mom and Elizabeth came down the plane and they saw their family holding a big poster that said,”Welcome back!”Elizabeth was so happy that she cried with tears of joy. Her family wanted to celebrate by going to a water park. When they went to her family's house, Elizabeth started to unpack and noticed that she forgot her antibiotic medicine, but she didn't care. She thought to herself, “What could happen if i don't take the medicine for a few days?”. When they got to the water park it was the biggest place Elizabeth had ever seen, so she had...
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...I was so excited to go on a boat with my whole family.When we got there we headed on the white and blue boat but when we got out far waves started knocking us back and forth like crazy.I was so happy that my family let me do this. We were all in the car ready to go on the boat when I asked “are we almost there”, to my Mom. She said “yes,”right when we pulled up. When we finale arrived, I bursted out of the silver car like there was something chasing me. Then I wandered around to see where the boat was, then when I finally found it my whole family were already waiting for me.After that, I happily raced to go get the orange and blue tobb with my dad and about ten minutes later we were back.Then we were off we raced towards the big red lighthouse as the “light rain rushed onto my face” as we were heading there I thought to myself maybe we could go tubing.Then I asked my dad “can we go tobbing”. Then he said “sure.” So then we turned around eagerly and headed the other way as a green boat sped past us rocking the side of the boat side to side as I gripped the side of the boat as hard asIi could. When we got far out in the water we got the orange and blue tub out on the water. My sister said “i'm going first” to me loudly. “No! I am, I want to go”,I said impatiently. Then I waited unhappily as my sister did tricks and I just watching as everyone clapped as I crossed my arms and waited and waited that's enough I thought.When she was done, I leaped on the tobb and did cool...
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...It has been three months since the tragedy. Three long months since I left Alese, and three months that she has blocked me out. I am the lost soul of a girl with no hope. I am her guardian that has been shut down. Ever since Alese’s sister died, she has not let me in. Without my guidance, she makes rash decisions and poor choices. I watch with sad eyes as she buries herself deeper into a rut of depression. The only way I can reach Alese is through her dreams. Each night I make my way into at least one dream, and try to get her to let me back in. Progress has been made, as I appear in almost all of her dreams now, but it still is not enough. Alese will not be able to move on from her sister’s death until I am with her at all times. My last memory of being one with Alese is the day of the catastrophe. It was during english class when the phone rang. Immediately I could tell that something was wrong. Alese was taken into the hallway to find out she was being sent home. Her english teacher gave her a hug before returning back into the classroom, this peculiar action struck Alese with worry. Alese’s father waited outside of the school with sad eyes. He did not speak a single word the duration of the drive, and Alese’s heart rate quickened as they drove into the driveway. Her large brick house was surrounded with squad cars. Alese jumped out of the car, barely waiting for it to stop and sprinted into the house. She felt as if she was walking to a movie scene. Alese’s mother was sitting...
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...a dozen armed men in camouflage heading out of the woods toward the house. She thinks there still might be a chance of getting out without a confrontation then notices that there is already a tactical team circling around to the front. Downstairs a thunderous explosion followed by splintered wood, and smoke momentarily freezes Geriz and his men where they stand before they instinctively run for cover. The federal agents dash in from the hole in the wall that used to be the front door, covering every angle of the room with their automatic rifles. Geriz's men start shooting to protect their leader. Two agents are hit and instantly go down. The other agents dive for covered positions and return fire. In all of the confusion Geriz and his personal guards manage to get away. Then more agents appear outside the door-hole. The volley of rounds takes only a few moments before several of Geriz's men are killed, and the agents are in total control. Several agents shout. "Weapons down!" "Hands on your head!" Now, with Geriz gone, everyone complies. An FBI Special Agent in civilian clothes and a bullet-proof vest steps into the house. "Alright! let's secure the area," he says, "cuff all these assholes and get 'em in the trucks." Men move in all directions until unit leaders are assured that the room is secure. Then the men split up into pairs to search the house. "Any items of interest...you bring 'em back here." Two agents head for Geriz's executive office. They trash the place, tossing...
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...Title Year 1632, day 134 “to position men!” I ran to the stern of the boat and dutifully took my position, bracing myself against the torrential downpour and the rancid taste of sea brine . In the brief moments of reprieve I found I could see that even our most veteran mariners were having trouble keeping their feet against the wraith pouring down from the heavens, still I stayed in position, praying for mercy to a god I stopped believing in years ago. “Isiah!” Ezekiel's voice snapped me out of my stupor. As the worst of the storm had passed, Ezekiel relieved me of duty and allowed me to go below decks to convalesce. As the newest crew member other than myself, he has only been with the flogging molly for a year or two, but he knows his way around and has already an unruffled response to almost anything . Like many people aboard this vessel he hopes to find a buxom woman. Many of the crew lived on land for many years joining a ship, so they already have families and progeny. Those poor fools. I am here to see the world, and only that, all the women we seem to meet in our travels are too shy and quiet for my taste, i find them nettlesome. I need a gal who would tell me when I'm wrong and hold her own in an argument, a gal who wouldn't mind traveling the world with me. Speaking of seeing the world, We’re due to make port at London in two weeks time. I am excited to see my family again as it’s been almost a year since I have seen them. Year 1632 day 148 From the moment we...
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... At ten o’clock, I was trying to sleep, and the marching drums kept getting louder and louder as they got nearer to our apartment. Finally, they stopped nearby at a Hindu shrine. There is so much darkness here with the people in their idol worship. They really need to see the light and be set free. All my life until the time I went to Vanuatu last year, my first full-time missionary work, I was tunnel-visioned and focused on just getting to the mission field. I was like a bull behind a gate, trying to get out! I kept crying out for years, “God, send me now!” As a matter of fact, the year before God opened the door for me to go to the mission field full-time, the desire to go was so strong, it was like a burning fire in me, and I cried, “Lord, take it away or send me now! It’s burning me up!” Since I was so focused on going to the mission field, I had no thought or interest in looking for a husband. However, as soon as I arrived in Vanuatu, my first full-time mission field, it was like I suddenly woke up and realized I was alone. Then I started asking the Lord for either a husband or a woman companion to travel with me. But a few months after that, I just started asking the Lord for a husband! This is now my second year on the mission field, and all year the desire for a husband has grown as I have thought more about it. Now we’re in the last quarter of the year, and the desire for a husband has become very strong until recently it seemed difficult to continue going on being single...
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...I could feel my scratches and bruises healing themselves when Gale’s magic washed over me. Gale didn’t have to say a word for me to feel his urgency and slight despair when he let go of me and started sprinting over to Rachael. I followed after him running sideways to always have an eye on the witch who continued throwing fireballs, but this time aimed at Sleepy who must have shown up to cover for us. I vaguely had a sense that Sleepy had training as a ninja looking back at her swiftly and with much agility dodge the huge balls of magic. Slam! Thump! Thump! I barely miss getting taken down by a bookshelf that suddenly appears and started dropping in my path. I glance behind to the fallen bookshelf to see a smirking female ghost hovering about the bookshelf. “Monroe jump!” Automatically I leap about three feet in the air in time for Becka to slide under me with a large sword slicing the ghost in the leg. I glance back at the sound of the ghost screaming before it turns to ash. “I’ve got your back! Get Gale’s!” Becka yells swiftly standing up in a fighting stance with her sword ready for the army of ghost that appeared from a cloud of smoke running after me and Gale. I don’t waste time picking up my pace to catch up with Gale who is closing into Rachael. “Duck!” Ashley screams from my right side. Gale was too focused on getting to Rachael’s coffin that he didn’t hear and keeps running. “Gale duck!” As I drop to the ground I latch on to Gale’s feet tripping him. In a nick of...
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...Response: Construction of the Hero Cara O’Keefe The construction of the ‘Hero’ is one every writer should consider. The hero or protagonist is designed to keep the narrative moving and whose actions create progress for the plot (Morrow et al, 1997). Pearson (2001, p. 101) defines hero’s as “fearless protagonists who realise their own special power and go on to take great personal risks in order to change their reality. In day-to-day life, these powerful archetypes provide a structure that can release the ability of ordinary people to rise to challenges, take risks, break rules, and transform their lives”. There are many ways of defining what a hero is and what a protagonist is. A hero is usually the protagonist but this is not always the case and vice versa. For clarification purposes within this analysis a protagonist or hero is a character who drives the narrative and plot and who embarks upon a learning journey that changes them. A writer’s construction of the hero will Is this Essay helpful? Join OPPapers to read more and access more than 325,000 just like it! get better grades be analysed using examples from Kate Grenville’s Lilian’s Story, Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code and Stephen King’s Carrie in comparison to Joseph Campbell’s (1949, p. 36) “destiny of Everyman” by firstly illuminating who the hero’s and protagonist’s are, how the character of the hero has been portrayed and how their journey’s compare. Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code construction of the hero...
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