Personal Narrative: The Odyssey

As the clanging of metals slowed and the sob’s of civilians and soldiers alike increased, I shifted from my hiding place. Just as the battle was beginning and soldiers marched towards my house I ran with all my might and hid under boxes and bags of supplies in the corner of the wall meant to protect our city. As the night grew older I began to feel a chill down to my bones, I rustled through the supplies and managed to find an old blanket. I looked through the holes between the bags and felt tears pool in my eyes and run down my cheeks. The morning continued to etch on and my cries only increased. I could see people I once knew, now unrecognizable with blood beginning to dry on their bodies and severe burns causing people to scream. All at …show more content…
who was the say that he didn't set us up? as we begin to draw sticks I felt less anxious almost simultaneously. I seem to have one of the longer sticks I would say from one of his adventures. I knew that I would stay on the ship and probably not watch. Most of The Brazen man, Odysseus’ Stops on the way to Ithaca includes the deaths of those who went out who went off the boat. after a little while, addition is men left the ship and slowly but surely they disappeared into the distance. while we waited a light fog begin to cover the island. and still, we insisted on waiting and waiting and waiting. the fog began to sicken and people were thinking of going off the boat in search of Odysseus. When consensus words made and people began to gear up to leave the ship, We heard this faint sound of running. 7 sheep had broken through the fog and just underneath them, we could see 7 bodies clinging to the Sheep. as dogs can floating down teeming with unseen parasites, until a closer look like you to differ an opinion, so did Odysseus and his men clung unto the sheep unseen until much nearer to our ship. I scowled once I realized the man who first how to part and killing my family and my friends for ruining my life, the man who forced me to board a ship and leave my once beautiful town now glowing red hot, who triumphed while I cried, who celebrated while I sulked, was yet once again returning back to the ship unharmed. I walked away from him to the other side of the ship and began to reevaluate why I let him take me and why I hadn't left of the boat yet, but then it dawned on me, perhaps he forced my hand and made me board a ship, but, He also gives me the option to leave at any time I choose he showed interest and what I thought. but then again could someone that vein, that self-centered really ever have my best interest in mind, or care about what I want, or is it all just a

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