Remember By James Rose Alternate Ending

It happened one year ago. James’s life was brought to an abrupt and cruel end. From all of the other similar circumstances in which lives were cut short, James was an entirely isolated incident. Despite what he would have preferred, James had never

Since James was hardly at home he started hanging with friends which he later described as “family”, “My friends became my family, and my family and mother just became people i lived with” (McBride 140). James was the the first kid on his block to smoke and reefer, he got into bad habits with his friends which led to him quitting church. This shows how both James and Ruth were in a bad situation. After some time passed Ruth sent him to Louisville, Kentucky with his sister Jack. James liked the idea it was liberty for him. He would hang out with Jacks’ husbands’ boys on “the corner”, James idolized them.Then one day he was talking with “Chicken Man” one of the guys on the corner, chicken man gave him a lecture and told him that the life he had was not something James deserved. “ You think if you drop out of school

We were trapped in a house. There were redcoats surrounding the house. All we had was a bayonet and a knife. John was almost dead. He might as well be dead, having been stabbed, shot 3 times and attacked by rabbits (Don’t ask). John pointed out the window and said, “Look”.

Wrapping his towel around his waist, he stood next to the sink and removed a razor from his shaving kit, looking at the sharp blade as he removed the plastic cover and shook the thought away. The banging on the door and the yelling of his name were getting more persistent the longer he stood and he could pick out the voices of his godfather and Jason in the background and knew everyone was worried when he wouldn’t come out of the bathroom. Lastly, he needed to get dressed and over the objections of his friends, go take care of his horse to keep his mind functioning in reality. As he heard the lock being picked, he knew Bill would have the door open in a few seconds, so he opened the door to the concerned faces staring at

Joe’s face got very straight because he was very surprised and wasn’t so serious about running away.

Cander goes back inside the apartment, again he combs through the debris. His eyes fixate to something on the ground, a partly burnt circular object. Unable to fully make out what it is he bypasses it and continues searching the scene.

“Very long night. Emily isn’t very cooperative; she insisted on waiting in this room for you all night, but we eventually got her into a bed to try and sleep. We gave her a few shots of Valium over the night to help calm her. I think I’m ready to head home though. Have a good day, Doctor, and good luck.”

“I’m on my way,” Ben advised as he saved the document he was working on and locked his computer. Ben gathered his keys and made his way to the garage to take Zack’s car. The trek was made with apprehension. The dread crept up into his thoughts like a mist. He brought his hand up to his throat and loosened his tie when it suddenly felt like he was choking on it.

Little Anne Marie kicked her feet, staring down at the kid’s menu in front of her. “Uh…I won’t…bite the dentist?”

"My date tonight is with my daughter. That is if Mark decides to show up for his shift."

“At the parking garage up the –” “ Why did you have to park the car so far away?” Cut in his wife, “Now we are going to have to walk all the way back there.” She started

It was a prestigious New England liberal arts college that personified Academia the way the golden leaves in Autumn spoke of fall. It was known as a “writers college” but the steep tuition spoke of not accepting actual ‘writers’ as much as those people who had connections or their parents had money. The only writers that came out of there after a spate of 1960’s “capture the era” writers were people who wrote….business articles. Its most famous graduate had never published anything at all, while having much written about him.

As I walk out to the corner of the driveway to Jillian’s car, I hear the jingle of the keys on her lanyard, like the jingle of bells on Santa’s sleigh. I slightly push the key as it glides into the ignition. I turn the key away from me until I hear the roar of the engine starting like an angry lion at the zoo. I scan through the radio stations until I find a song I like. Jillian opens the door, and gets in. The gravity from the hill that the car is parked on causes the door to slam shut. As we pull out of the driveway, Jillian asks, “Where are we going first?”

"I apologize for having to get you up, you look so comfortable on the couch. However, I would like you to wear something a little nicer, you know how The Slice is a... rather upscale restaurant. We'll be leaving in a little over an hour, and I would like you to dress formally."

She studied his face, something which she had never taken much time to do before. His skin, pale and smooth stood in stark comparison to his otherwise dark features. Dark eyes, and dark hair, which he had styled away from his face, a few pieces had sweeping onto his forehead. There were dark circles under his