Week 1 Writing Homework
Write a narrative following a protagonist on an exciting journey, where their character development is shaped by their encounters with a powerful antagonist. Focus on the challenges, inner conflicts, and growth of both characters, exploring how their opposing motivations drive the story forward. Highlight key moments where the protagonist is tested, forced to adapt, and ultimately transformed by their experiences. Ensure the story follows the Hero’s Journey structure, demonstrating a clear beginning, middle, and resolution that reflects the relationship between hero and antagonist. (400 words)
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A HERO’S JOURNEY
As the storm grew bigger Jaxon grew more and more curious with his questions doubling every minute. For the past 3 months the town of Melpoint has been in a large drought and it was said to continue for another month or two. But the weather had other plans. Suddenly there was a big bang outside, he looked outside and saw green fog from where the sound came from. While the fog began to clear up, he could make out a figure.
He then went outside to take a closer look. By the time he took 5 steps he was already drenched but he was determined to find out what the thing was. Once he reached the place where he thought the figure was, all that was left was a note. The note had coordinates. He picked up the note and ran back inside to check where the coordinates lead to.
He put the coordinates on google maps and it led to the abandoned cemetery around 5 minutes away from his house. The storm was beginning to quiet down a bit, so he decided to take his car and drive to the cemetery. He asked his parents, they were a bit sceptical at first because it was beginning to get late, but they said yes and then he left with his phone, the note and an umbrella.
Once he arrived at the cemetery, he only took his phone and got out of the car looked around and seemed to be hallucinating because everywhere he looked, he saw a figure just watching him and he felt as if he was being followed. When passing the crematorium, he thought he saw something green, so he went to check it out. As he suspected there was nothing there apart from a note that read ‘good luck getting out’. Then there was a click. He suspected nothing too bad but when he went to the door, it wouldn’t budge. He was locked in the crematorium. Without any other way to get out he looked around for a sharp item and found a screwdriver on the table.
He used it to try and break the glass and get out before something worse happened. He managed to break a bit of the glass and then he kicked the window again with his foot to shatter the glass. Once outside he ran to his car out of fright of something worse happening when he realised that his car was not there.
When he got his phone out to call his dad to pick him up there was no signal. Then he looked down and to his surprise saw another note reading ‘Goodnight’. He was spending the night in the cemetery.
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Hero’s Journey
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RW-Year 6_WK1 – Om Trivedi
Leonardo Peritus Rex was riding on his speedy brown horse though a dense forest, Trees were very tightly packed, and Leonardo struggled to traverse through them – any encounter of a low branch could potentially knock Leonardo out of his horse and potentially kick his bucket on the sharp, pointy sticks on the ground. Fortunately, the countless hours of practising dodging arrows on a horse paid off as Leonardo already traversed half the forest without wounds.
Dark shadows of doubt and fear clouded his mind because he was worried that he might not make it out of the forest alive if he continued riding on a horse galloping at maximum speed. There was no physical enemy in sight as of now, but there is a mental one that’s constantly wrestling his determined mind. However, Leonardo did not let his angry voice take over his mind. He held firm against the stone of destiny of making it back to the castle, trying not to let his fingers sweat and slip away.
Suddenly, Leonardo heard a chainsaw sound coming from his right. He dashed across the elevated tree roots, jumping over them like hurdles. A heart full or justice urged him to find out what others in the forest are doing. Are they doing anything wrong? Sure enough, some wrongdoers are unnecessarily chopping trees down and creating a town for themselves.
“What are you doing?” Leonardo confronted with anger. “Why are you excessively chopping trees down?”
“I want to make a country for myself in this forest!” exclaimed the leader, James Samson.
“Where’s your building permit?” Leonardo yelled.
“Are you even a qualified inspector?” another member, Isaac Peter said.
“Well, yes.”
Leonardo showed James Samson his badge.
“Get out of here!” Leonardo shouted.
“Face us first!” James Samson replied. “Boys, attack!”
A pair of archers fired some stone-age arrows using their thick metallic crossbows.
Leonardo blocked all of the arrows with his enchanted wood and iron shield.
“Too chicken?” one of the archers said.
Leonardo threw his sword that pierced through the two archers’ heads. Then, he used his axe to chop James and Isaac’s heads.
The other settlers stood in horror with their mouths open in a circle shape. They turned around to run away.
Leonardo rode on his fast horse, grabbed his sword and axe from the corpses and charged at each soldier, slicing their heads off with the sword one by one.
Week 1
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RW-Year 6_WK1 – Lucas Fu
The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted through the village, a sweet counterpoint to the rumble in Damien’s stomach. He moved with a vampire’s silent grace, collecting the vegetables left for him outside the market. The villagers were kind, accepting his… dietary needs, in exchange for his quiet protection. He valued their trust, a rare commodity in his long life.
Suddenly, a child’s whimper cut through the stillness. Damien’s heightened senses led him to a small alleyway. There, a girl, no older than ten, stood sobbing, her ice cream cone lying discarded on the ground. Looming over her was Irene, a human with a reputation as sharp as broken glass.
“Cry more, little one,” Irene sneered, a cruel glint in her eyes. “Maybe your tears will magically refill your cone.”
Damien stepped forward; his fangs barely concealed. “Irene,” he said, his voice low, “Is this really necessary?”
Irene turned, her gaze hardening. “Stay out of this, creature,” she spat. “Unless you want a taste of the morning sun.”
Damien sighed. He’d hoped to avoid this. “I’d rather not,” he replied, “but I also can’t stand by while you bully a child.”
The fight was swift. Irene was strong, but Damien was stronger and faster. He disarmed her with ease, his movements a blur. Within moments, Irene was on the ground, defeated. The little girl, wide-eyed, scurried away.
The next day, the village square buzzed with nervous energy. Irene, fueled by wounded pride and a thirst for revenge, had publicly demanded Damien face her in the sunlight. She knew his weakness. She revealed in the fear she inspired.
Damien arrived, his face grim. He knew he was walking into a trap, but he wouldn’t let Irene terrorize the village. Irene, a cruel smile plastered on her face, grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the center of the square, where the sun beat down mercilessly.
The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted through the village, a sweet counterpoint to the rumble in Damien’s stomach. He moved with a vampire’s silent grace, collecting the vegetables left for him outside the market. The villagers were kind, accepting his… dietary needs, in exchange for his quiet protection. He valued their trust, a rare commodity in his long life.
Suddenly, a child’s whimper cut through the stillness. Damien’s heightened senses led him to a small alleyway. There, a girl, no older than ten, stood sobbing, her ice cream cone lying discarded on the ground. Looming over her was Irene, a human with a reputation as sharp as broken glass.
“Cry more, little one,” Irene sneered, a cruel glint in her eyes. “Maybe your tears will magically refill your cone.”
Damien stepped forward, his fangs barely concealed. “Irene,” he said, his voice low, “is this really necessary?”
Irene turned, her gaze hardening. “Stay out of this, creature,” she spat. “Unless you want a taste of the morning sun.”
Damien sighed. He’d hoped to avoid this. “I’d rather not,” he replied, “but I also can’t stand by while you bully a child.”
The fight was swift. Irene was strong, but Damien was stronger, faster. He disarmed her with ease, his movements a blur. Within moments, Irene was on the ground, defeated. The little girl, wide-eyed, scurried away.
The next day, the village square buzzed with nervous energy. Irene, fueled by wounded pride and a thirst for revenge, had publicly demanded Damien face her in the sunlight. She knew his weakness. She revealed in the fear she inspired.
Damien arrived, his face grim. He knew he was walking into a trap, but he wouldn’t let Irene terrorize the village. Irene, a cruel smile plastered on her face, grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the center of the square, where the sun beat down mercilessly.
The villagers watched, a mixture of fear and pity in their eyes. Damien’s skin began to sizzle, smoke curling upwards. He gritted his teeth, enduring the agonizing pain. Just as he thought he would succumb, he lunged, his vampire strength amplified by desperation. He grabbed Irene’s arm and spun her around, using her momentum against her. He punched her, a blow so forceful she stumbled back, blood trickling from her lip.
The battle raged. Damien, weakened by the sun, fought with a ferocity born of necessity. Finally, with a surge of adrenaline, he managed to pin Irene. He could have ended it there, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t stoop to her level.
Irene, panting and bleeding, stared at him, her eyes filled with hate. Then, something shifted. The hate seemed to falter, replaced by a flicker of… understanding? Or perhaps just fear.
Damien released her. He turned and walked away, seeking the cool shadows.
The villagers erupted in cheers. They had witnessed Damien’s strength, his kindness, and his restraint. They finally understood. He wasn’t a monster; he was their protector.
Irene, humiliated and defeated, vanished. She retreated to the shadows, licking her wounds, plotting her revenge. The village was safe, for now. But Damien knew, with a vampire’s intuition, that this was not the end. Irene would be back.
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RW-Year 6_WK1 – Jinaya Patel