Ezana Alternate Ending Essay

Normally, these impudent acts would've gotten her in trouble, but I had been too occupied musing over more important matters.

One area of literature emphasized during the Modernist era was the inner struggle of every man. Novels written before the 20th century, such as Moll Flanders and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, dealt with external conflict, a conflict the reader could visualize in an action. Along with other writers of Bohemian Paris, Ernest Hemingway moved away from this process and began using outward actions as symbols for the inner conflict dwelling inside the protagonist. Hemingway's short story The End of Something is an example of how trite dialogue and simple descriptions accentuate the mental strife of the character Nick.

“I’m sorry Wolfgang I can not, my friend has asked me to has asked me to meet him at the fence. I believe he could help us get out of here, but I will not try to give away my ideas of freedom.”

Livia tried not to put any thoughts toward her husband's new acquisition. The dark haired man fought like a caged animal and seemed always at the ready to lunge for anyone's throat, with a quiet sort of anger that was hard to detect. She was a bit frightened of him to be sure yet she also was... curious. Where did one find such a creature, thrown into the Abyss and pulled back a changed man? She never asked of the men and women her husband found in the market when they arrived in their service, aside from a few of the body slaves who she became close with.

True enough, he acted more sophisticated than her harbor friends and besides that, the adoration he lavished upon her, certainly held Lelia’s interest, as did his savoir-faire.

After leaving the big house Percy and I went down to the lake and sat down at the end of the pier. No words were needed as we simply sat there with our fingers entwined and my head on his shoulder. Eventually we stood up and walked back towards the cabins. When we got to his cabin I gave him a peck on the cheek murmured a quick goodbye and headed to my cabin. Thankfully after everything that has happened, I had learned to keep a packed backpack at all times so I simply added a few more books and got ready for bed.

Ana blinked, a little surprised by this sudden hostility. "Okay, then... Well, I think we all can agree that sometime he's not in a good position to say or ask certain things from his father. That's why this plan needs to work."

Frank, a middle-aged university professor was proud to say he wasn’t fond of people. He drank as he taught his students during the day, he drank as he read literature from his overflowing bookshelves, and he drank as he went home that evening to his miserable wife. It was a never-ending cycle. Frank, being a university professor was assumed “upper class” in society and “educated”. He should take his life for granted; he has a well-paying job and goes home every day to a well-built, expensive house. Although, he longed for something or someone different to come into his life and make him feel alive again.

At midnight he awoke. He said to Enkidu, “What happened? Did you touch me? Did a god pass by?

It was dark all around Naruto. The darkness wasn’t terribly frightening. No, it was calming—the light reminded him all to well of the flickering of the villagers’ torches.

One morning, Gregor Samsa awoke from a night just like any other. He lay on his back, glancing over his shoulder at the alarm clock, “5:30.” he said to himself. He stood up and easily glided out of bed, walking over to the textile samples he had laying on the table.

“Thank you,” Kurapika whispered, and Leorio could almost see the invisible weight he’d been carrying around his neck lift, somewhat. “Seriously, Leorio. Thank you so much. But I’m still paying for you this. I can’t not, in good conscience.”

“I don’t doubt you will Angel.” Kylar offered me a genuine smile and I returned it. Both of us blinked and looked away in opposite directions. A rather peaceful silence spread between us and I looked up just as he did,

“Zach use your senses”, Who was speaking in his head? Was it Mr. Herbert, because he never knew where that old man would turn up. He scanned his surrounding and saw a man sitting inside a hotel room with a gun pointed at the senators head. This shot would not miss. He ran to push the presidential candidate but got pushed away by something and the gun blasted 4 times. 2 of them missed, 2 of them found its target. But the senator did not lay hurt, but in front of him layed Tom Harriman. “Nooo!” Zach cried, he couldn’t lose his father again. But Mr. Herbert came out of nowhere and took his father and started to run away. “No, not again. You won’t take him from me again.” Zach ran after him and found Mr. Herbert on the ground crying

The girl was stunned when Hajime came back through her abundant dirty blond hair her red eyes stared at Hajime. Hajime got irritated with her lack of response. “Hey. Are you listening? If you are not going to talk, I’m leaving.” As he said that he turned heel. Surprised, she gathered herself and begun telling the reason for her sealing.