Bella Storm Alternate Ending

The blazing light was shining in my face and a slight breeze blew through the arched windows. I spotted an open chest in the attic, whilst spring cleaning. The outside rim of the box was covered in dust and cobbled webs; the hinge was rusty, making a creak noise against the ghost-quiet room. Rummaging my hand around the chest there was a scratchy-substance digging against my fingers. As the sun faded from my sight I lifted up the mysterious object. It was an old rustic book; I flipped through the delicate pages, every touch made a crinkling

The mouldy, rotting, brown house stood in front of Emily, only fear keeping her feet planted to the ground. Moaning and creaking noises being projected from the house. The grass was damp from the evening fog and every time she took a step the mud squelched. The bottom step squeaked as she applied pressure with her foot, she let out a sigh of relief as the old structure hadn’t swallowed her up. The door, slightly off colour from the rest of the house, loomed over her like a giant as he reached for the brass door handle. A shiver ran through her body like an electric current, the musty smell of a house that had been long abandoned filled Emily’s nose. It was dim and uninviting. The furniture dusty and old, looking as if it would crumble to dust if she was to touch it. Mould ate away at

I turned away and walked up to the locked door back inside. It was dark inside the library at 1 AM. I knelt beside the door and took out the spare key Barksdale had given me. I forced it into the keyhole and then tapped on it until I heard the lock break from the inside. I turned the knob and the door swung open easily.

Morning brought the peace of a warm sunny day to the small town of Tributary; such a contrast to the violent events of the day before, still there was a sense of mourning in the air. The town folk spent much of the day recovering lost property. Everyone felt fortunate to have found their missing belongings. Everyone except Corvida Bratleigh! Rather than being thankful her playhouse was undamaged by the tornado, Corvida was angry that her playhouse was in Nikki Fernandez’s garden! The playhouse was hers, not Nikki’s and she was going to make sure that Nikki did not step one foot in her lovely little house.

She started to unsteadily move as fast as she could from the person who was chasing her. As Lucy stepped into the light of the streets, she felt arms wrap around her body, lifting her off the ground and pulled her into the alley once again. Lucy began to thrash around, attempting to free herself. Using the last of her strength Lucy pushed off the wall using her feet causing both her and her pursuer to crash to the ground. As they hit the ground, Lucy felt the grip loosen around her body. Before the attacker has time to recover, Lucy pulls herself off the ground to her feet.

It wasn't the firt time and she knew it wouldn't be the last one. She decide to leave the room and sit next to a bookshelf, until, The librarian appeared and sat with her.

On the desk is the book, “Peter Pan.” It’s bookmarked halfway with the library receipt. The library was all the way in Brooklyn. This must’ve been read by Cecile’s children, who must’ve been temporarily visiting from

When someone asks her to come up, she will ask, "Who am I then?", if she like being that person, she’ll come up if not, she would stay down there until she is somebody else. The author writes this as if Alice is a child who is upset over something small and refuses to come out of their

Making her way toward the sidewalk, she turned right on Doveland Drive. Without a car, Anita must walk two and a half miles to reach Forest Creek Lane, the predominantly upper-class part of town. As she walked, her stomach turned as if she had ridden a fast carnival ride and no matter what she tried to calm her nerves, her attempts were futile. When she reached the street, she couldn't help but stare in awe at the beautiful houses that lined it. Some had the latest car park in front, others had empty spaces while the owner was at work. Anita imagined handsome doctors carrying briefcases and housewives wearing wearing the latest fashions. Anita, at 22, still lived with her parents in the not-so-nice part of town, where houses where becoming dalapitated and the roads and sidewalks were cracked and never fixed. Always feeling as if she didn't belong where she lived, she often imagianed what it would be like to live as other

“It’s fine. Can we just stay a least a couple more minutes? I want to see this, ” Ava whispered back into her ear as they both squatted on the ground right next to the steep stairs of the basement. They waited a couple of more seconds and nothing happened. The lady looked confused. The strange lady again took the knife in her hand and lowered it down to the pumpkin as it once again grew brighter. The knife slid down all the way through the pumpkin. She gently took her shaking hand and opened the

Lennie paced around the room, pounding his fists on any wall he could find. With a sour face, he checked every nook and cranny between the page and the text for something taking on the form of a door. A way to escape.

He looked around again at the stiffening plants. Then he crouched down, laid one hand on a patch of bare earth, and spoke a spell similar to the one she had used.

Bella embodies thesis four because she is an incorporation of what Cohan describes as the outside or the beyond. Bella dwells at the gates of difference pre-she is the new woman that is about to be sparked in Victorian society. It is expected of the monster in thesis for to be exaggerated with such a difference of culture that the monster becomes a danger to society, with the monster being described in ways that do not reflect the actual character of what is being considered a monster. Call when describes Native Americans as being depicted as savages and that that was used as a political machine for conquest of the western territories. Very similarly, Bella is thrown into Monster category by Duncan or describes her as the harlot of revelation,

It was the usual evening for Zara, she was looking for some transfiguration books for her class assignment. As a first year, the library's aisles was where you usually could find her doing her homework. So Zara knows her way well inside the library. This year she didn't spend much time there as she used to though, since she prefer to do her homework in the common room now. So she'd make lesser trip to the library, and only went there if she needs loi books that she couldn't find in the Tyr's mini library. It didn't take long for the Tyr to find the book she was looking for, and already she's on her way out, but then she heard a commotion just a few isles before her. Zara peeked her head to the isle where she thought the sound came from and

The other girl laughs brightly at her antics, moving closer to Gina while extending her arms in mock surrender.