Alternate Ending: A Narrative Fiction

Although Jewett and Freeman both have poverty-stricken female protagonists, each women’s intentions are driven by different circumstances. Even though Sylvia’s house is described as “the best thrift of an old-fashioned farmstead, though on such a small scale that it seemed like a hermitage”, being poor is not what prompts Sylvia’s motives. She is driven by animal rights to seize the power to make her own decision to reveal the heron’s location. Whereas, the barn is much nicer than the house that Mother and the children currently live in. Mother interrogates father, stating, “you’re lodgin’ your dumb beasts better than you are your own flesh an’ blood. I want to know if you think it’s right” (C666). The sense of poverty within the decomposing house influences Mother to go against father and make the barn into their new updated living quarters. The circumstances that both protagonists were confronted with fueled their compassion to overcome the obstacles each were faced with.

The aftermath of the first wish brought them to the second. Before the news of their son’s death, Mr. White took his wife’s hands, as if they were courting in their younger day. He had his wife all to himself; without the interference of their son. While at the house, after the funeral, Mrs. White cried out to her husband to use to paw to wish their son back to life. The father urged her that the request was too much because if she could not see him at the funeral, she would not be able to fathom the look of him if he came back. She wished for her son to come back and there came a knock at the door, and she ran downstairs in anticipation of her sons return. As she ran downstairs, Mr. White struggled to find the paw, found it and the knocking stopped.

While talking, the women find a fancy box belonging Mrs. Wright. Inside the box, is what they believe to be Mrs. Wright’s dead pet bird. They realize that “somebody – wrung – its – neck” (1172) Remembering a similar incident in her life, Mrs. Peters says, “When I was a girl – my kitten –there was a boy took a hatchet, and before my eyes, ..If they hadn’t held me back I would have hurt him.” (1172) They place the dead bird back in the box, and then, surprisingly, they hide the box. You can almost see what’s going on in the mind of these two women as they must be imagining poor Mrs. Wright, horrified that her awful husband killed her bird, then she must have snapped and strangled him to end her own suffering.

Not being able to sleep that night he got up and looked out the window hoping that Humperdinck had not sent his men. Early in the morning when the birds sung a beautiful song and the flowers bloomed with bright colors Jack and Peter walked back home pulling a deer on an old cart. Although this wasn’t the only thing going on in the morning, Humperdinck had just sent ten guards to locate Westley and Buttercup. The guards had arrived, they busted doors, windows, walls, and anything they could get their hands on. They would even risk their lives to have Westley dead and Buttercup returned safely to their king. Once they made their way into the house they yelled out for Westley to give up. There was no response. They all split up and found Westley sitting at the table with a sword in his left hand and a warm drink in his right. He got up quickly and killed two guards. With eight left he fought until one of the guards’ stabbed left arm. Another guard stabbed his back and he fell to the hard wood floor. He bled and bled. They then left with Buttercup crying in tears as they walked past

Jack couldn’t even begin to imagine how Phryne, a mother, was feeling about exposing two of the things that she loved most to the horrors the two of them dealt with on a daily basis. He couldn’t help but feel some kind of loss as to what that would feel like as he and Rosie had never been blessed. Of course, Jane and Ruth looked up to him and he treated them like he would his nieces and nephews, but he knew there was a bond between parent and child that he would never understand.

TOUCHDOWN!!!!! That's all I heard as I laid there back first on the cold pointy turf. It was a warm Sunday night. Like any other Sunday I had my football game. But that day was not like any other day. This day.This game was not like any ordinary game for the Falcons football team, and Austin Hembd a 13 year old football player. We were down by 4 points one touchdown and we could win. During the 4th quarter there were only 5 seconds left on the clock. Enough time for one play. I get to the line and start to call my cadence, my face is dripping with sweat, my heart is racing. Within a second my eyes narrow and I hear nothing. I yelled hike. The play was supposed to be a deep pass, we are about 40 yards away from the end zone, but everyone is covered so all I can do is take

“If you’re talking about a virgin, man that ship sailed a long time ago,” Mike blurted out.

He sat beside Alistair on the concrete close to the door. The two had managed to stay together since leaving the bus. With thirteen men sharing an eight-bunk cell, both were resigned to a sleepless night on the cold floor.

In Compton there are only two rules, the blood's own the streets and Trey and Dequan can't be beat.

Sienna must have forgotten where she was, because the sound of her mother’s rueful voice startled her as she said, “My darling Sienna, do you understand?” Sienna understood completely. Dayna had looked frail, brittle even, recently. A shaky breath escaped Dayna’s cracking lips, and Sienna knew she was trying to be strong, to hold herself together for her daughter’s sake; she’s trying to remain on the imaginary pedestal Sienna had placed her on.

We semi-finished our meals and I was shocked. He actually did remember. Macoroni and cheese. Specifically what I oredered that day, the first day we met. Three years seems so far.

Gabby could feel her head buzzing and her body tingling. The bottle of booze had worked its magic and if it where anyone else she'd want to make good use of such tingly feelings. But she couldn't go there, not with Alex, not when she knew what it would do to her heart. God she wanted him, she had for a very long time. Spent nights playing out what it would be like as her hands did the best they could to play his part. And afterward she'd hate herself for being so weak, for wanting him, and for worse needing him in her life.

Moments after he had unexpectedly given Elizabeth Ann the reigns, the little girl let out a rather terrified yelp. But not before giving Uncle Henry a horrified look. Then she yelped. And not long after her yelp, she seemed to be struggling to find words to say. What she wanted to say, Uncle Henry never knew. He was too busy with his “figgering”. But it wasn’t that he paid no attention, because he certainly did. Why, you don’t think he’d let a little girl hold the reins without supervision? Of course not. But Uncle Henry knew she’d be able to figure it out quickly. It wasn’t entirely too hard. He laughed quietly to himself.

Knowing that it would have to be the only hope remaining to get themselves back in their good graces again, the two members of Dritte Zug had no other choice. They started with the Godmother, seeing as though that she would be far easier to approach than the uncompromising Wise Man. Walther Schäffer was the one who spoke to the Godmother. “But you should know, Margaret,” he said to her, “Not only do we seek to take back what belongs to us, you might be able to find out who really killed your parents.”

Glancing down at the picture and back at her child, she noticed how her eyes were starting to water up. Before she could do anything though Clover fled from the room! “Clover wait!” she called after her. She felt her drop before putting her attention back to the picture. “How does a mother miss this? I’m a failure!” Sighing, Jun could never stay angry at someone. “No you’re not. Go find Fletch, I’ll get Clover.” “Thank you.” Jun left while her sister-in law went to find her husband.