Ever since i could remember i had been here. Along with the others of course. No one outside of the demented scientists that run this hell hole know about us and unless things changed soon it didn't look like it would. We were all freaks here and a part of me wanted to be normal. A part of me wanted to not have tests done to me everyday that were so physically and psychologically demanding that by the end of the day it was exhausting to even roll over in the hard steel plate with a sheet they called a “bed”. My toil was not alone though. There were others here, and even more outside of this building in other areas around the world. All of this was run by Zotil, the multi billion dollar profit corporation that hides in the shadows, dibbling and dabbling in this and that so that it couldn't be put in any specific category as a business. They did have one major, although more underground, focus and that was severe genetic testing of which I, Louis Harris, was a part of. I had been part of the “operation lodestone” aka human magnet experiment. There were three others in this experiment but they had all fallen, either from overworking, or from death by over excitement of the radioactive atoms inside of us. The other experiments had gone roughly the same, with only a total of five still living. There were six, up until about four days ago. Jonathan, who had been special, had been far too overworked by the scientists. They were absolutely intrigued by the fact that he had begun to develop a second power. He not only had the physical characteristics of a bird, with wings and semi hollow bones and all, but he also began to rapidly increase in mental capability to the point where just by probability he could find out the exa... ... middle of paper ... ...and then buckled i heard many frantic shouts as they all ran from the room. Once i knew they were all clear i pulled myself into a ball, as small as i could make myself and vehemently pulled the walls in towards me. There had to be at least six inches of steel now separating me from the outside world and i knew i would have at least a few hours to myself as they wouldn't be able to get through it anytime soon. As i felt the blood run out of my nose and down past my lips i knew that i had come close to pushing myself too far, this thing was like a muscle and if pushed too far my entire body breaks. I can hear their voices, intrigued and frustrated by what just happened. they've never seen this level of power from me before, and by the tone of their voice they sound scared, even muffled through the metal they have a large amount of fear in every word they speak.
Watching a film, one can easily recognize plot, theme, characterization, etc., but not many realize what basic principle lies behind nearly every story conceived: the hero’s journey. This concept allows for a comprehensive, logical flow throughout a movie. Once the hero’s journey is thoroughly understood, anyone can pick out the elements in nearly every piece. The hero’s journey follows a simple outline. First the hero in question must have a disadvantaged childhood. Next the hero will find a mentor who wisely lays out his/her prophecy. Third the hero will go on a journey, either literal or figurative, to find him/herself. On this journey the hero will be discouraged and nearly quit his/her quest. Finally, the hero will fulfill the prophecy and find his/herself, realizing his/her full potential. This rubric may be easy to spot in epic action films, but if upon close inspection is found in a wide array of genres, some of which are fully surprising.
In the distant future, 2030, someone is watching over Earth in a space tower full of windows. The figure lurks in the shadows showing a small glimpse of lavender skin and their blue eyes shone in the light. Then the figure steps in the light showing a slim figure, luscious pink hair flowing down her back to her thighs, hanging in a long ponytail, her blue eyes glistening, her lavender skin barely showing. She turns to the platform supporting the control panels and steering wheel. “No one is in need at this hour?” the alienated girl questioned. She slipped out of her silver battle armor, an armor with the richest material of metal, so silver you could see your face in the reflection
One way this is represented is that Steve Jobs experienced the 5th stage of “The Hero’s Journey,” Allies/Helpers. According to “The Hero’s Journey,” “Every hero needs a helper, much like every superhero needs a sidekick.” This step is seen in Steve’s life where his helper is Woz, and according to him in his Stanford speech, “Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20.”
“Weel, mah story began when I was dancing at our local Highland games. It was the year I turned sixteen. While I was on stage, I noticed a huge young man striding towards the edge of the stage. This stranger was so handsome with his long black hair, and there was something about him that drew my eyes to him.”
Just like every story a hero 's story has three basic sections the beginning, the middle, and the end but unlike other stories a hero 's tale has a set of acts which conain their own set of steps, if you may, that exist within theses sections that are crucial to not only the stories developement the hero 's as well. In the beginning you have act 1 "The Departure." this step, which contains the first five steps in the Hero 's journey, shows the Hero 's growth leading up to the strt of his journey. Next up is the most crucial part of the Hero 's growth, the middle. In the middle we have the next four steps in the Hero 's journey which will help him grow in to the Hero of legends. Then finally we have act three which contains the final three steps
The Hero’s Journey is a pattern of narrative that appears in novels, storytelling, myth, and religious ritual. It was first identified by the American scholar Joseph Campbell in his book A Hero with Thousand Faces. Campbell also discussed this pattern in his interview to Bill Moyers which was later published as a book The Power of Myths. This pattern describes the typical adventure of the archetype known as The Hero, the person who goes out and achieves great deeds. Campbell detailed many stages in the Hero’s Journey, but he also summarized the pattern in three fundamental phases: Separation, Ordeal, and Return that all heroes, in spite of their sex, age, culture, or religion, have to overcome in order to reach the goal. Alice in Wonderland, written by Lewis Carroll, provides a good example of the Hero's Journey. This story describes the adventures of Alice, a young English girl, in Wonderland. Although she lacks some of the stages identified by Campbell, she still possesses many of them that are necessary for a Hero to be considered a Hero.
Today in the world there are many types of adventures that are closely related to the Hero’s Journey. In the book The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime by Mark Haddon, it uncovers the adventure of Christopher Boone searching for the killer of Wellington, his neighbor’s dog. Christopher ran away from Swindon, his hometown, because he discovered that his father lied about his mother’s death and that he killed Wellington. While on his adventure, Christopher encounters challenges such as talking to strangers and being followed by a police officer. Since Christopher was a person who showed symptoms of Asperger’s Syndrome, a developmental disorder that affects a person’s ability to socialize with others, it causes him to have a hard time
“The journey of the hero is about the courage to seek the depths; the image of creative rebirth; the eternal cycle of change within us; the uncanny discovery that the seeker is the mystery which the seeker seeks to know. The hero journey is a symbol that binds, in the original sense of the word, two distant ideas, and the spiritual quest of the ancients with the modern search for identity always the one, shape-shifting yet marvelously constant story that we find.” (Phil Cousineau) The Hero's Journey has been engaged in stories for an immemorial amount of time. These stories target typical connections that help us relate to ourselves as well as the “real world”.
There are many stories that follow Joseph Campbell's Hero's Journey, and tells the tale of a Heroic character. These fables introduces us to heroes that begin their journey in an ordinary place, then receive a call to enter an unknown world full of bizarre powers and peculiar events. These heroes often display great traits, such as bravery or intelligence, that defines their character. One of these heroic's tales is Haroun and the Sea of Stories, telling the adventures of a young man named Haroun. This essay will prove that Haroun from Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Salman Rushdie is a hero, because he possess heroic qualities. Haroun shows his heroic qualities by overcoming obstacles, helping his friends, and having good intentions.
The voices in my head become a swelling crescendo. I forcefully grab my head in between my hands as the words echo through my skull. Pain pulsates with every word. I squeeze my temples hard with my palms but the pain is unbearable. Clawing at my face, a scream rips through me; sapping every last drop of energy in my body. Like a rag doll, I collapse onto the cold concrete floor as a growing darkness overcomes me.
When you think about heroism, who comes to mind? Did you think of someone such as Superman, Sherlock Holmes, or your parents? Regardless of whom you choose, what characteristics of this hero embody your ideology of heroism? Historically, heroes were bronzy men with bulging muscles who slew villainous oppressors. Yet to my own belief, modern-day heroes are not required to be physically adept, but rather, heroes need to be authentically driven to overcoming oppression to fortify strength.
Movies have evolved a great deal since the days when a couple fighting scenes and a small love story satisfied audiences. Today movie plots are much more complicated and have much more action, thanks to modern day technologies. Although these new technologies seem to make movies increasingly complicated, some crucial roles in movies will never change. One thing that has remained constant in the film industry is the role of the hero. No matter what the genera of the film and or when the film was made the hero’s always share similar characteristics and are put through similar series of tests to prove their heroism. When these tests are completed it seems to pull everything together in their films. Although the hero Shane in the movie Shane and the hero Ripley in the movie Aliens are from two separate generas and are also from separate time periods, the hero’s in each movie share characteristics and are put through similar tests that make them, in theory, one in the same. Heroic characteristics start to become evident right from the start of each of the movies.
Something new and awkward was happening to me taking all my attention. Nevertheless, I tried hard to comfort myself by forcing in a simple sense that it will be all right. But, I couldn’t resist the undeniable feeling of my universe squeezing too much. A feeling that went for so long that I couldn’t remember what came before. A dreadful feeling that was continuously fed with an alarming wish to escape consuming my resistance and leaving me completely exhausted. I didn’t want to surrender, in a final attempt I kicked my legs out straight but nothing happened. I tried to stretch out, to escape to make the suffering stop and merge again with the universe I used to know.“Please stop!”, I closed my eyes firmly yet no sound came out. My mouth was firmly glued by thick layers of mud.… I had no choice but finally relenting.
My hand shaking at every thought, a cold shiver ran down my spine as cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead. I lifted my hand up and a strong smell hit my nose, it was the smell of blood. I lifted the object and shock hit me like lightening, fear displaced my sadness, sickness changed my bloodstream from blood to a thick liquid pus and vomit. I held the muscle with my right hand as my left hand was paralysed with shock. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move but shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again.
Just as I get a breath, the powerful monster swallows me once more. It finally hits me that I’m going to be under a long time. These are 20 ft waves, I think to myself. There is no way I am getting out of here the easy way. I feel the blood surge to my head as the paranoia sets in.