Personal Narrative: My Hero's Journey

The deep waters of sorrow and pain have overwhelmed me in the past months. Agony and despair has left me breathless as I stay on the surface of the waters, trying to find the hope and love deep down in the water. I am scared to go further to discover as I might drown in the love from the Father who loves me so. The waters can only keep me sane for so long until I let go and let God take over. The waves have overwhelms my eyes that I have become blind; blind with anger and violence so that my emotions have become equal with the storms. How can your love seem so innocent as the farther I go it becomes more dangerous? I am left breathless as you take me deeper. Deeper into something that can leave me wanting more.

Once there was this red house at the end of the street. Who lived in there you ask well there is this 17 year old girl and her mom. The girl's name is Z she plays baseball she loved baseball till one day she went blind because when she was walking home with her friends suddenly there are a gang of girls from her school went to go pick a fight with her.

Upon hearing this Masa was glad he agreed to next year tour, but they'll have to figured out something to do till then. "Small steps, but we can figured out something we can do during the next school holiday. The webpage I set up with your hero data have been picking up a lot more traffic since the tour date been announced." To prove his point Masa turn the iphone to face the blonde window and reveal a bunch of complex codes and graphs that compare to their first year.

One early morning it was bright and sunny, I was lost I must have slept walked a little too far last night. By the way, I am Isabelle the goat and i’m the runt of my herd, which involves five of us. There is three girls and two boys that Is including me. I try to find my way back to my home, I have no clue which way to go so I’m just going to start walking in one direction to see if I can find someone for help. About eight miles later I seen this massive thing, I have never seen anything like it before.

It was dangerous to travel at night. Any manner of beast, man, or a combination of both could apparte using the cloak of darkness. Still the merchant caravan that Cait was guarding didn’t want to listen. They seemed to be in a hurry and a bit nervous, constantly looking over their metaphorically shoulder- as if they were expecting something to be coming after them. It didn’t help that one of the other caravan guards, the Centurion, assured them that it would be fine.

Once we were done looking around we start to hear footsteps behind us. I see Logan run from something. So I did the same. We had to to think fast. I always believed that dream work makes that team work. So we make a human ladder to get out. I can tell you I wasn't at the top. It wasn't that simple. We had to use each other as a ladder to create a ladder.

The dragon roared a fire in his direction, making him leap. He scurried towards the entrance of the tower. Bolted through the doors and rushed up the stairs. At least 350 steps were to be tread. As he reached the room, he prayed that she would be happy to see him.

She turned to face the woman, recognizing her from photographs her mother had shown her. "Thank you." she said, catching someone in her periphery. "Would you excuse me?"

He feels the blood slicked rungs of the ladder he climbs along with his wepon in hand.

There's footsteps, coming down the stairs, and then I can see an outline of... someone. They look enormous from where I'm lying, descending with thuds, as if carrying numerous things and trying to balance.

Instinctively, Takayuki jammed down the emergency opening button on the controls and with a hiss; he was greeted with yet another dark room. However, the elevator did not land squarely on the platform and thus, Takayuki was confronted with the prospect of falling into an abyss. Carefully, he shimmied his way down the outside edge of the elevator before gracefully pushing off and landing safely. Composing himself, Takayuki discovered that he was on the eighteenth floor, reading off the wall. He began to run towards the long spiral staircase that awaited him.

Sage slowly descended the creaky ladder of the attic down into the first floor. All that is down there besides bedrooms is a small kitchen, living space, and bathroom.. Mother was on the couch sitting next

them to remain inside. As soon as she walked outside, she fell to the ground and began to

    Phoebe crept into the hallway gently stepping on squeaky wooden floor broads. She flinched squeezing her eyes shut she a squeak was released. When no one got out of bed. She went down the stairs to the kitchen. She hesitated before going off to

Halfway down the treacherous slope, I step over a high pile of clothes and slip on an unseen plastic bag, causing my leg to shoot out. My back leg remains on the other side of the clothes, so I tumble down the stairs with my legs going in separate directions.