Jenifer Alternate Ending

She began to scream into the phone, into the roaring. She cried out, she cried for her mother, she felt her breath start jerking back and forth in her lungs as if it were something Arnold Friend was stabbing her with again and again with no tenderness. A noisy sorrowful wailing rose all about her and she was locked inside it the way she was locked inside this house. After a while she could hear again. She was sitting on the floor with her wet back against the wall. Here we finally realize that all her fears were coming true and he life was coming to an end and there was no way of her stopping it. In these moments Connie realized all that these were her last moment and the first thought was of her family and how she thought of all the time she wished. "My sweet little blue-eyed girl," he said in a half-sung sigh that had nothing to do with her brown eyes but was taken up just the same by the vast sunlit reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him—so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was

After his stay at the Carpenters,he had gone back to the orphanage “ the home of angels”. The nuns had found out about the abuse that jennings had received from the carpenters, they determined that him nor any other foster child would be staying there anymore. Jennings had told one of the nuns that he was going to be sick, the barley got to a sink before it came all up. Jennings then had gone to the nurse, he had explained that he did not eat anything but jell-o powder. “ why did you eat jello powder?” sister frances asked. “ i was hungry, sister. I had to eat something.” “didn’t they feed you?” “tears came to my eyes. I shook no.” Then after a while of him staying at the orphanage, his mother had finally came to get him and promised to never do it again. Since he has gone to the orphanage, he had missed so many school days that he had to be left back into the second grade. Jennings feels like his life is getting worse and

Arnold shook his head, and Connie found herself in the jalopy’s passenger seat. She turned around and her house was fading into a little speck. All she could remember was that her parents were supposed to be home in a few hours, and just a few minutes ago, just a mile or two back home, just a tick and a tock away, she could feel her chest heaving and her stomach twisting right behind a screen door with her eyes staring right into Arnold Friend’s face. Now, Arnold was sitting right next to her, humming Connie’s favorite

Saturday afternoon , Sam and Colleen arrive at the hospital to visit Erika. Henry leaves to run some errands and give them alone time together . Erika's skin looks pale from her accident , her eyes and mouth wide open , she takes a deep breath every two minutes. Her mom Mrs. White sits in the chair next to her holding on to her hand as she cries. “ Is she gonna be OK?” “ I don't know , the doctors say she's in a state of shock , something scared her to where she is like this .” Sam goes up to Erika holding her hand . “ Erika its me Sam , we miss you , I miss you.” He gives her a kiss on the cheek and whispers in her ear. “ I'll get Scratch for this , even if it takes my last breath.”

Little Marie ran up them as fast as she could, skipping steps along the way. It was a little bit lighter up in the attic because of the small square window. She liked it up there much better even though it wasn’t any safer. First off, the thing that is chasing her could still be up there and second, the building is falling apart piece by piece. As she started to walk, the wood creaked and splinters of wood started to fall from the ceiling. She walked a little faster, but calmer this time. She heard noises from the other side of the room. She hid in and out of the junk that was piled up in the attic of the old Lidtke Mill. Marie

Maxine woke up to a painful tugging sensation in her arm. It spiraled around, all the way up to her shoulder, and it was persistent. She groaned and rubbed the soreness away. Or at least, tried to. She had woken up like this several days ago as well for reasons she couldn’t explain. It was dull, as always, but it was still there.

The moment it dinged, she collected both of the pieces and shoved them into her mouth as fast as she could possibly manage. She snatched her bag and ran out of the house, yelling a goodbye to her parents. She sprinted as far as her legs could carry her until finally, she slowed down to rest. Breathing heavily, she was reminded of when she’d woke that morning. That dream… That boy… I’ve never seen him before. Or that place, even. She was pondering the matter when suddenly, she was seized from behind. Yelping with surprised she turned her head to look at her attacker. Familiar blue eyes met hers and she immediately

`In 1672 a child named Alyx was ten. He was a ten year old boy and he loved to explore. You could name any forest; he’ll run straight to his dad. He also loved hunting and fishing.This is his story.

He stood up like he was ordered, girting his teeth, biting back any harsh words he wished to spit out. He pushed his hair out of his face, gathered his and his master's effects and followed the wizard. Jessime spent a lot of time in his head, thinking about various things, dreaming about being a free man at an inn with many women of all races around him only to have his lovely fantasy shattered by being fucked by his -unwilling to admit out loud- handsome master. Jessime struggled at the thought, only finding himself eyeing his master up and down. A mix of resentment, self loathing and sexual frustration ate away at him.

.”.“Come to the closet” whispered an eerily familiar voice, But skyler just couldn’t figure out who’s it belonged to. “Come” the same voice whispered again, but this time louder. As skyler walked to the closet he discovers……

She stumbled once finally standing, her head banging against the bedside table before finally hitting the wood flooring. The sound of something falling was noted by her tired brain at the same time as the sharp pain in her hand when Norma laid a hand on the floor. There seemed to be a significant lag between actions and reactions as her troubled eyes swept through the bedroom. Throughout her blurred vision she saw blood on her hand and little silver things shining in the middle of that small red pool, deep in her flesh; she didn't exactly understood what the things were until she noticed glass shards on the floor. She grabbed the lamp with her uninjured hand and got up on shaky legs, ready to collapse at any

Oh, minding his business Tybalt was but from a very early age Yuliya fell in the category of things he had to take care of. Little sisters cousins were to be treasured dearly, he had once said, and while Yuliya could object that she was no longer little and thus he could let the duty fall to someone else, someone of Yuliya’s choosing, she doubted he would hear any of this.

Crumples of papers were strewn on the floor. Jayden let out a deep sigh, whilst laying his head on the sepia, wooden table. He gathered the papers that had been thrown on the floor and went through each of them, before settling on one.

The man seemed unusually anxious, his entrance into an employee’s private world stilted. He flinched as the door snapped shut behind him and Penelope found herself holding back a giggle. It was an unexpected reaction given her day. As the man scanned the living room, no doubt taking in the chaotic consequences of her frenzied search for a lost treasure, the giggle in Penelope disintegrated. Refusing to crumble along with it, she forced a deep breath and braced with both hands on her hips.

It was a calm summer morning as Shirley’s golden hair tossed in the wind as she walked with her father, her emerald eyes glowing with joy and pleasure. She wore a scarlet short sleeve-shirt and jeans that came to her thighs. But this was only the cover. For if you looked deep into her emerald eyes you saw the remains of pain and suffering. If you could see through her cover of scarlet you could still see the scars of torture she could not run from.