Creative Writing Alternate Jack and the Beanstalk

“Get up!!! Get up!! I said get up!!!” screeched Buttercup as she attempted to awaken Westley, Inigo, and Fezzik.

It was a normal day in the castle of Goranson. All the townspeople were tending to their work when an explosion made a loud sound that ran throughout the castle. Townspeople stood there shocked as the castle stood in silence. After the seconds of silence another loud explosion shook the castle followed by arrows flying throughout the castle and vikings screaming as they charge in. Everyone ran to get to safety and the vikings never followed. They only had one mission, to get the king and destroy the castle. When all the noise had stopped and all the screams were silenced the townspeople went to look outside to see that the castle was all burnt down. One farmer had said “Quick find the king”. They all rushed into various buildings only to find the king was not there.

I landed hard on the asphalt, I probably bruised my ass, as if I didn’t have enough from Yaqui beating me up. I stood up. Where was I? Was I still asleep? I pinched myself, no I was definitely awake. I looked around, I was in a parking lot. There was nobody around, wait! There were some people I ran over hoping that they knew where the heck I was. I stopped short these were boys about my age maybe a bit older and they looked like they were in a fight. The fight seemed unfair because it was four against two, I wanted to help, but I didn’t know what I could do. I watched as one of the older boys pushed one of the two not as well dressed boy’s head into a fountain. He was drowning him! His buddies were laughing. “Ponyboy!” The other boy who I

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

It was dark at the castle; Not a soul was awake. As the wind blew, the castle itself was snoring. Nothing moved but a dark form on the fortress wall. It was a boy. Climbing over the wall, the prince sneaked to the open attic window. With the guards sleeping at their posts, it was child’s play. Agile as a squirrel, he darted into the attic. Inside the room, beheld the Firebird, a majestic sun-eagle of gold. Withdrawing the Firebird, the boy stared at the pure golde cage, coveting it. A name was engraved on the handle, genommen*. Though the prince was warned against stealing it, his hand inched towards the cage, then darted to grab the handle. As soon as he touched it, trumpets blared and alarms roared

During the book, “Small as an Elephant”, the main character Jack is introduced as a young boy, who at age 11 had figured out how to live on his own when his mom Rebecca went “spinning”. These were times when she would go off her pills, and leave for a couple of days at a time. This time, she left Jack at a campsite in Maine, where he had to avoid suspicion, and figure out a way to get food and survive with $14.63 that was left in his pocket.

The Florida summer of 2014 was, to describe it in a single word, hot. Sweltering, boiling, hot-enough-for-me-to-buy-a-twenty-dollar-handheld-electric-fan heat engulfed the town of Orlando and the Disney World park, drowning attendants in the thick, sultry summer air. Thousands of people and families gathered in the parks daily, which obviously wasn’t a help concerning the heat, and each person had at least one person in common with each other: obvious signs of being out in the heat for too long of a time, including sweating profusely and having a constant “I’m in the happiest place on earth but the heat makes me want to die” look on their faces. As per usual in these conditions, Splash Mountain seemed to be quite popular, offering the only

Lionel Giverd was practicing his football one day on his team, and he suddenly landed on his arm he started to swear. He realized he would be in the cast for a while and he hoped he could make the team next year.

In January 1843 my fellow cop William Washington and I were just relaxing after and long and hard day on the job. All the sudden we get a suspicious call from a nearby home in Massachusetts. William and I grabbed our gear and went to investigate. When we arrived at the house, a lady answered the door and said that she heard a screech from her neighbor’s house. When we walked over to the neighbor’s house a young man answered the door and greeted us. When we told the young man that somebody reported a yell he said that it was his own from a nightmare he had. We ask him if we could search the his home and he hesitantly said yes. We searched all the floors of his home and William and I found nothing suspicious. We asked for the young man's name

At the beginning, Jack was a very solitary man. Jack’s family left him and he became a drunkard. The text states “He started drinking, spending all his money on whiskey.” (34) This demonstrates how his family leaving him impacted him deeply and he became lonely made wrong choices because of that, therefore losing the money he had. Another example is when “One night Jack was

After they had gone up stairs Mother lay back in her chair, the camphor handkerchief to her mouth. Father hadn't moved he still sat beside her holding her hand the bellowing hammering away like no place for it in silence. When I was little there was a picture in one of our books, a dark place into which a single weak ray of light came slanting upon two faces lifted out of the shadow. You know what I'd do if I were King? she never was a queen or a fairy she was always a king or a giant or a general I'd break that place open and drag them out and I'd whip them

“I stopped him,” she said, staring at a place where the fence used to be. “I took and put my babies in a place where they’d be safe.”

Duke had had a few women back in the East; a couple of them serious girlfriends, but mostly just flings, or a floozy who could provide him with somewhere to live. The thief was a man who hated commitment, whether it was to a woman, or a lease on his own apartment, and if he could take advantage of someone else's hospitality, he would. It wasn't as if any of the women actually cared much about his infidelities; with the exception of Amy, his second before last, who was still probably hunting for him with a kitchen knife in hand. Cheating and lying was a way of life back home, and the girls were nothing but a little fun who'd used him for his contacts, and took advantage of his generosity, as much as he did they for their bodies and appearance. And that's pretty much all they possessed; good looks. Each had been

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

It was hard to find a seat in the hall, most of them were already taken. After wandering around looking for a place to rest my feet for what felt like hours, I found one single chair in the center of the room. That was when the bell rang, and each guest was presented with the largest plate of food anyone had ever seen. As I sat there eating I watched the soon to be King and Queen. They both seemed nervous, and were bitter toward one another. They did not share a look of love, but rather a look of brokenness. The brokenness faded and was replaced with excitement once the crown was brought out on the white satin pillow. That is when weird things began to happen.