Beowulf Writing Assignment Analysis

Liam Johnson - Beowulf Writing Assignment

August, the most scorching of all months (epithet), was just around the corner. The middle dog days of summer approaching ever faster. The road of the Johnson’s, the most prestigious of all the families (epithet), which they had previously called Lynn Drive, is where I lived. Now desolate and overheated, the neighbors prepared once again for another August, in which this neighborhood would be terrorized by the relentless monster. It was my duty to defeat this wretched creature before the end of summer. My three previous attempts to defeat this monster were unsuccessful, and I suffered contusions and lacerations from these battles. Life-liquid (kenning) was dried on my skin I took a look in the mirror at myself, disgusted with the lack of courage and failure inscribed on my face. I left that mirror, ready to muster my courage against my menace once more. (Alliteration)
It sat there, mocking me in a cold manner.
The dream-crusher (kenning) directly in my path. I sat there, trying to come up with the courage to confront (Alliteration) this object, but alas it was to no avail. I was a desolate coward unable to defeat the enemy. Every battle seemed like a battle against an unstoppable force. I felt like Christ going into battle against sin. Once again I went into battle. I climbed on top of the monster. The monster, the cruelest of the steel machines (epithet), mocked me, thrashing me around as I attempted to maintain a balanced grip on its back. Its metal handles gripped my wrists. The monster seemed to grow teeth, as my legs felt as though they were being ripped apart by a shark’s jaw. I tried to maintain balance and regain control against it. However, this was no use, because the monster had once again thrown me to the ground. Bruised and defenseless, I sauntered away crying into my battle scarred
hands.
I thought about what my future family would think of their foolish and weak father. My father, the most gallant man of all (epithet) had never shied away from a fight, and he claimed this land for our own taking. I went to my front porch, calculating my next means of attack. I felt as though this battle was God-given directly to me. Just as Jesus was sent to conquer the devil, I was sent to conquer the menacing two-wheeler. My rival had claimed the souls of many before me, whether it be those who gave up and ran away or those who sacrificed themselves to the cause. I felt like the redeemer of the forgotten and I would not be defeated. I trotted back down my driveway. I felt as if the crowd was cheering me on, but it was just my mom. As I approached my enemy, I concluded my best chance of conquering my challenger (alliteration) would be using my God-given grace (Alliteration and Christian belief) and tenacity. I felt a fire of fortitude burning through me, something I had never felt in battle before. I was out for blood.
My enemy waited patiently, and I could sense its cockiness. The bloodthirsty monster was ready to claim me as a victim again. As we engaged, I grabbed its handlebars. In previous battles, the handlebars controlled my hands. However in this battle, I managed to tie the handlebars together. Without the handlebars to balance, I used my feet to pedal and keep steady. As the monster's legs attempted to overpower my pedaling, my sheer fortitude allowed me to overcome it. I felt its cold, steel exterior; despite this, I had the true grit to overcome his clutches. My enemy struggled, attempting to fling me off its back, to no success. I was finally in control, balanced, calm, and full of courage. I withstood my enemy’s last attempts to catapult me from its back. I had done it. Through my trials and tribulation, I had conquered my enemy who possessed a supernatural ability to defeat all previous challengers. I was the steel-defeater (kenning). I could finally beat my enemy. I looked up to the sky-gem (kenning) and thought, I could now ride a bike.