Alternate Ending To Build A Fire

The princess began to weep, for her lover was to die or to marry a woman she despised. She flew up and out of her seat, and she ran as fast as her feet could take her; she could not bear to see her lover’s fate. She knew the fair maiden was behind the door he was to open, and she wanted so badly to be standing in her place. She must find a way to meet him as he opened the door.

As the carriage stopped beneath the archway, Elizabeth Cockles jumped out and looked around her. Above her head was a tall archway of trees that edged the pathway to the house. As she got closer, Elizabeth realised that “mansion” was a more correct way to describe it.

"She did not take the broad, beaten road which led to the far-off plantation at Valmonde. She walked across a deserted field, where the stubble bruised her tender feet, so delicately shod, and tore her thin gown to shreds. She disappeared among the reeds and willows that grew thick along the banks of the deep, sluggish

The night’s sky was a foreboding glow, displaying the remnants of the chaos that proceeded on that very night. The air was calm and still, leaving no trace of the strong, mighty wind that had once seized it. Seeker Gawin and Annabelle emerge from the Great Fall forest, heading in the direction of the marketplace of the Masonburge Village with a bewildered first commander, who was heading back to the castle, passing them with his men riding a few feet behind. The people of the village have gathered in a somber mood, watching the last of the king’s men carry away bodies on one of their horses.

Memories of the night before became a vivid memory in the recesses of his dimly lit mind, underneath the sunlight's intruding yet blissful gaze and the sensation of silk against his bare skin felt like a euphoria, a river of midnight encased his slender figure and with the scrunch of his refined nose and furrowed knit of his thin eyebrows, he rose from his slumber. Delicate fingertips leisurely danced across the silken sheets which lost its assuaging warmth only to discern that he was gone, Padding through the spacious house far too big for two alone to fill, and too much of a burden for one to find comfort in. To see his lover, clad in a suit that managed to take his breath away immediately

Its call to its mate caused him to long for Allie. Although they had only been husband and wife a week now, he felt as if they had always been together… she was the breath in his lungs… the blood in his veins, the beat of his heart… she was all those things and more. He did not want to endanger her by moving her out of Charleston, but he would have to figure a way for them to be together more often. As he stood, staring out into the darkness, the quietness of the night resonated deep within him. In the distance, he thought he heard the low bump of a drum and then the sound of a flute trembling through the night its soothing sound wavering upon the light breeze that blew from the west…

The thundering sound of hooves echoes in my ears as my horse comes barreling down the hill toward me. My whistle had caused him to go crashing through the tall grass and Queen Ann’s Lace in search of me once again. Coming to a sliding stop in front of me, I gently stroke his muzzle. Letting my hands glide over his fuzzy neck and into his jet black mane, I grab ahold and throw myself onto his strong back. We go running through the pasture, scattering wild rabbits and sending sparrows a flight. I watch them fly overhead, their brown wings leading them to rest in the big oak tree that my horse and I come to a halt underneath.

Once upon a time in the dark gloomy household of the Kelly family lived John (Father), Mary (Mother) and Jimmy (Son). Jimmy is 16 years old and is an only child. His parents are very over protective and struggle to accept he is growing up and not letting him go out and enjoy life. This family has just recently lost their sister and grandparents in tragic car crash leaving 45 people dead. They are facing being sued over dangerous driving and mounting a curb causing them to run down and kill 42 other people. The stress level for all of them have hit the roof, and are to starting to fight between themselves while people protest outside their house.

Clad in metallic, reflective armor, the boy marches through the city streets that he protects every night when he goes to sleep. The world he’s dreamed up has everything he could have imagined- golden sun in the afternoon, tall trees whose leaves shake with every gentle breeze, and the dazzling beauty of the princess he has befriended. The city is ecstatic; the tall castle stands victoriously as the townspeople celebrate their triumph against the wicked witch. However, the boy’s vision changes quickly, as a menacing darkness begins to loom over the sky, and he grips his sword, ready to fight for his kingdom. It seems that he cannot react fast enough, that suddenly the darkness becomes too much for him, and the shadows crawl out from between cracks in the castle wall. Fog creeps over the cobblestoned paths, and the celebration of the joyous citizens is drowned out by a low, ghostly groan. The beautiful summer day has evaporated, the deep grey clouds are rolling through the sky, and the boy notices they’re almost shaped like hands, the same

The breeze of the cool, clear evening caressed Arthur’s face as he roamed the woods on foot. Initially, he’d planned to take his horse so he could cover more ground, but decided against that, as going to the stables and saddling up would draw too much attention. It was easier for him to slip out of the castle under the cover of darkness, alone.

Silent. At the edge of the sky there was a magnificent white patch, a turning page, catching the sun. The rest was ivory grey, with a subtle hint of mauve, just enough to announce the coming sunset. Scanning the horizon were the white cotton balls on cerulean satin, with a subtle layer of dove grey underneath, which was thin enough to let the light through. Stood there like a ghost, a silent observer of the venerable castle, and the clouds. The colossal mountains were shielding the inferior castle. Beyond the towering mountains was a decrepit, venerable and ancient castle like structure. The azure roof was coated and concealed by the thick opaque dust. The roof was as dusty as an abandoned warehouse floor. It was an elderly going paler as it got older and ancient. As I nonchalantly walked up the moaning narrow staircase, a thick mist of cold crisp air blew through me, rustling my hair and sending a chill down my spine.

But she, she was the sunshine, and he a mere sparkle, But this girl was wicked, Because she accepted him, His flames began to thaw, his light beamed, His heart began to soften, he dared to dream His soul began to mend, his judgment enshrouded, All because of one girl whose faith in he was surrounded, All the darkness in the world, Cannot extinguish the light from a single candle,

'The Tell Tale Heart' is located in a house that is probably old as a

Awoken by morning dew, under protection of evergreen pines, the calming light upon her rosy cheeks, songbirds chirp as morning rises over the horizon of summits, ash and charcoal encircled by small stones as the last embers cease to burn. Risen up from cold forest floor leaves on the reddish dark hair, sword by her makeshift bed of sheep's wool and hide, she picks up her small rugged leather journal, she sat on a broken log wind blows gently on her fiery hair, as she begins to write in her people's language. Not many know their language and treat them as barbarians who know not of civilization, she defies the world which men fight, she will fight alongside them till her final breath as a warrior, unlike women from the small settlement on the side of a mountain rugged and gray at times of the white blanket that covers the land, remote… but beautiful beyond imagination, a loud and rough goat’s horn in the distance as it echos through the mountains and

My favorite story was To Build a Fire by Jack London. I love this story because it was so descriptive and it made me feel like I was part of it. The tale focused on a man who decided to travel alone through the Yukon with freezing temperatures disregarding an old men’s advice. At the end, his decision costed him his life, he accepted his faith slowly freezing to death. I think that the man in the story was arrogant and did not realize his limitation.