Alexandal Alternate Ending

3) In my opinion, the ending wasn’t satisfying. It wasn’t satisfying because I was expecting a little bit more. For example, when the whole entire band shaved their hair I was surprised. But, I was wondering as to why the girls didn’t do it as well, I was hoping that they’d shave their hair as well. Also, when Jeffery got sick and Steven couldn’t perform, but in the end he received an award for his drums. But, he didn’t even perform and he got the award, I thought that it was unfair for the other people that played the instruments. Also, when Steven went to Sam and she died I was heartbroken. So, I would’ve kept her alive, I would have let her meet her sister. I would let them have a reunion, then later on she would give some more advice to

Aomine regarded the lake with little interest as he slowed Blaze down to a halt, the large Brandenburger snorted

Chapter One 1 “Oh, Lexi. (Sigh.) How beautiful you are, and you don’t even know it.” Said Edward Moran. Edward had been in love with Lexi Crooke ever since the first day of school. The first day of high school. Elmer, High school.

The desk was dimly illuminated by the lamp and Count Valsroom couldn't clearly see the lines on the map, but he didn't need to see them. The map displayed Eastmark and the southern Isles' provinces which surrounded it. He knew the terrain by heart. He had studied it a lot

“I already offered you the chance to surrender. You spurned it. Very condescendingly, I might add. And now that you’re defeated, you wish to submit? It’s too late.”

Alexa There’s nothing here. Nothing. Empty. I throw a scatterclip. It flies off into the distance. What would Florence do? I walk around. One circle. Two circles. Three circles. I get all the way up to fifteen circles before something happens. A girl pops up right next to me. She wears a climbing harness. A rainbow of climbing cams hangs off of it. A purple chalk bag over her butt. Blue and yellow climbing shoes. Chalked hands. Brown pixie cut. She carries a blue duffel bag over one shoulder. She shrieks. She starts hyperventilating. I cup my hands over her mouth. She bites my hand. It bleeds. I sit down and wait for her to pass out. I don’t have to wait long. I slap her.

It was unclear what exactly woke up the small elf, maybe the unfamiliar sounds of horse hooves against the ground, maybe the bright sunlight shining through the sparse forest, maybe the motions of the carriage from the uneven terrain, or some divine forsaken mixture of the three. When she attempted

As soon as they left and went their own directions. Audrielle had heard a loud, terrifying, frightened yelling. The yelling was her sister screaming, "HELP! HELP! KACY? ALEXIA? ANYONE HERE? NOOOO! DON'T KILL ME!" Audrielle shout with hope, "ADELINE, ITS ME AUDRIELLE! WHERE ARE YOU? I WILL COME FIND YOU!

He let out a chuff of laughter. "...it's kinda funny, Gize." he withdrew the dagger from his pocket, it was old but well maintained, "the same guy responsible for making us leave, in a way he's also responsible for getting us home." A tear rolled down his cheek.

“You may, but if you go, you shall never come back, and if i do see you, you will die!”

‘Go and Track down the Lion’s pearl. Kill its holder once you have it, come to me and we can lay waste on Harktown.’ King Athaulf smiled the thin, snakey smile a storybook villain would do if they were in his position. Argyros spoke.

With a devious smirk, King Ragnor turned and faced the queen. “Oh, darling, I believe that can be arranged. Know that I will find your children, if it’s the last thing I do.” With a loud SCHRIIIIINNG King Ragnor pulled his sword out of his sheathe and swung.

Rachelle peered down at the ant sized people 300 feet below her. Snow fell on the city scene. Rachelle thought of it as her little snow globe and enjoyed watching the population of Lionsborough walk by her inner city block of flats. She wished she could touch snow again.

Nobody remembers this king. Not even a legend of him remains anymore. Somebody only truly dies when nobody remembers this

“My Lord,” Indrid said, feeling defeated. “Get out!” the King growled. No matter how mentally lost Alexandal had been Indrid was ashamed that he’d failed his King—his foster father, who once loved him. But there was a part of Indrid that still loved him. When Queen Olivia was alive, he was a different, loving man; a man that reminded Indrid of his father.