Kestrel Alternate Ending

“And really, I did understand finally. Not what she had just said. But what had been true all along…I could finally see what was really there: an old woman, a wok for her armor, a knitting needle for her sword, getting a little crabby as she waited patiently for her daughter to invite her in” (p.183-84).

My sister rolled her eyes affectionately, at the fact that this was the only thing he could think of to say. She then turned to my mother.

In my opinion, the ending wasn’t satisfying. It wasn’t satisfying because I was expecting a little bit more. For example, when the whole entire band shaved their hair I was surprised. But, I was wondering as to why the girls didn’t do it as well, I was hoping that they’d shave their hair as well. Also, when Jeffery got sick and Steven couldn’t perform, but in the end he received an award for his drums. But, he didn’t even perform and he got the award, I thought that it was unfair for the other people that played the instruments. Also, when Steven went to Sam and she died I was heartbroken. So, I would’ve kept her alive, I would have let her meet her sister. I would let them have a reunion, then later on she would give some more advice to

“What,” James asked him as Mabel handed him a cup of water. Angus took a big gulp of the drink and exhaled.

“I hear you are taking to your needle well. Even Tilly, who doesn’t like anything, was whispering she would like one of your pieces.”

“Thank you,” she replied and took a sip of the water, it feeling amazing as it traveled down her dry throat. Octavia excused herself to go help others who had fallen ill after they spoke for a while and she assured Taylor that things were looking better for her since they had brought her in.

You smile wide, sure that he would see your confession as something positive, sure that the feelings are reciprocated. You love him and you’re almost certain he loves you too, however the dark look on his face says otherwise. You want to ask him if he’s alright, but before you could say anything, he sighs, rolling his eyes in the process.

The soft, waterlogged dirt pushed its way between my toes whilst I marched on along the river as it coursed bend after bend. The flexed limbs of oak and hemlock trees hugged each other in an elongated stretch to eternity. Wind rustled against the copse. A kestrel landed on a branch in fair proximity to me. I had seen this bird before. He was a small, rotund fellow with a bright blue head and contrasting tan body. Unlike most of his brothers and sisters who had deep blue tips on the ends of their beaks, his was a solid yellow.

Kilcoyne was uncertain. She knew today was the day she had to ask him for he would slip from her grasp forever. Dirge was quite older than her, 5 years, to be exact, and she felt as if he had only seen her as a child. She had tried many things to impress him, pinning her hair in a new updo, wearing skimpy dresses that hugged her figure, or cracking mature jokes. But she felt like a baby trying to seduce an old man.

“I just don’t understand why…” Krystal was having so much trouble breathing that she couldn’t finish her sentence. She blew her nose before she went on.

“NO!” The word flew out like a bomb, but she wasn’t done. Once her mouth was freed, all the internal pent up pressure exploded.

I quickly exited the ship and headed towards the main plaza in search of more awing people. My desires were quickly met, people flooded the streets on both sides of me and I re-experienced the same wash of emotions I felt the night before. All of the women that passed by me were decorated in clothes of the most vibrant dyes, shoes with tall heels, and the jewelry was embellished with the largest gems I had ever seen. I entered one of the many shops lining the side of the streets and was amazed by the woman standing just inside of the doorway. Although the other ladies possessed extravagant clothing as well, this woman was incomparable. She was decorated in a dress of the brightest greens, similar to that of a lime. The dress fit tightly around the bodice and gradually loosened upon her waist, reaching to the top of her knees. It lacked a visible design and yet was extravagant when compared to the dresses of the other women I had seen. Upon her neck was a long gold chain that possessed a pendant that could be nothing less than a large oval made up of opal, two small pearls laid on each side of the pendant that reached to the middle of her chest. She also wore earrings made of the same small pearls that appeared on her necklace. A single gold bangle graced her wrist, and her shoes were a vivid shade of yellow I did not know could exist. Her hair reached the small of her back and lacked any evidence it had

"Yes." The spark of pride that always warmed her when she surveyed her flower garden was redoubled at the admiration in his gaze.

“She learned it from me.” He smiled, procuring a shiny, silver flask. The glare that’s waiting for him when he gets down off the chair was historic, some of her best work, and made him snort a

She didn’t respond; instead, in her rush of excitement, she turned and gave him a big kiss. “Thank you,” she breathed when they came up for air.