Kurapika Alternate Ending

Having explored most of Berk already, Klara forced herself to venture past the safety and travel into the rest of the Barbaric Archipelago. It was the Gryffindor Pride Month after all, and she figured she should embrace her inner braveness, however deeply it was hidden. Somewhat hesitantly, she mounted Bellona. The little dragon was just big enough that Klara could ride on top of her without falling over; she soothingly stroked her dragon's ginger fur, tightening her legs around the dragon's frame. There was something almost comforting about flying with Bellona; she wasn't as afraid of falling as she was with a broom. She trusted Bellona. One couldn't really trust a broom, now could they?

Erykah stared at the old cottage with a catatonic glaze in her eye from the backseat of a cab car. It’s been raining all morning and the usually sandy trail was now muddled and she was really dreading lugging her suitcase all the way to the house. This used to be her piece of paradise but she knew this summer it would definitely be more of a prison, a place shes been exiled to while the papers are finalized.

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.

Carina, wobbling as she sat, obviously intoxicated, glanced around at her friends with bleary eyes.

As Oekeke awoke, he shifted in his bed with a pain coming from his chest. It wasn’t a pain that made you clench up and scream, he knew from that moment something was very wrong. He tried to open his at last, from when he awoke his eyes were still weary but it seemed as though he was stuck in time. His heart pumped faster and his mind was propelling from left to right to across the back and back. All he could think of was his family, but with such confusion he could hardly focus on the realty of his situation. It was a sensation he’d never felt ever before, and as he saw his life flash by him he knew the only thing he could do was to wait it out. The old man finally grasped control of his life covered in sweat and disorientation. He asked

She walks to the centermost oak tree near Mason Hall, she finally has found the perfect shady spot on an 80-degree day. She passes the boy from her Psychology class and gives him a small smile. She’s taking a journey to a jungle she doesn’t normally observe, a place where many humans and animals inhabit. There isn’t a breeze and the air feels drier than usual. The Diag seems unfriendly today, as she sits down she’s nervous of her surroundings. She plants herself on a somewhat clean patch of grass and pulls out her shiny laptop. She is reading “Werner Herzog’s Conquest of the Useless” for her freshman English class. As she dives her way into the reading she starts to think about where she is, what is going on around her, and the journey that she is on. A bushy red squirrel approaches her, she’s confused why it’s coming so close and quickly gets up to escape its presence. “Why in the world is this squirrel so close to me” she thinks to herself. The girl moves from the tree but as she get up she starts to notice specific details she hasn’t before.

The moon shone clear in the night sky not a cloud in sight. The moon was so bright that it shone straight through the bramble roof of the nursery creating a faint glow.

Hearing Karamatsu repeat those words again put Chibita somewhat at peace, but he was rather surprised when Karamatsu took the initiative, and their lips suddenly made contact. Chibita didn't move at all during the kiss, he wasn't displeased or anything, he was just so shocked that he was frozen in place. However, the kiss didn't last long and Karamatsu pulled away soon after. Chibita gazed at Karamatsu's flushed face and he thought the other looked pretty cute like that. And it eased his anxiety to know that he wasn't the only one to be embarrassed in this kind of situation.

Click, the car was locked. Kreios was in a sauna like box. The heat was flashing at him, causing him to feel weak and incapable. It felt like ten minutes before the two men slammed their doors shut and collapsed inside. The crinkle of the radio echoed to Kreios’ back seat; sounding like a paper crushing into a tight ball. The ride wasn’t long. Only five minutes. Though, the building the teenager approached didn’t seem friendly, it had a bad

Ikaika Felafasofa wakes up to the soothing, relaxing sounds of the ocean next to his old fashion beach front home in Nanakuli, Oahu and his lovely mother and crazy cousin, Kai, on the side of his bed.

Jinki woke up with his phone vibrating under his back. The gloomy morning too cold for someone to be calling him. As he checked the screen, he groaned at the name flashing green.

at the feast the next day something freaky happened - all the sudden Tupa started shaking horribly he had been out of the water and dead for 3 days .then he grow legs and arms mako was going crazy he didn't know what to do. he saw a man where Tupa had been it was - mako's dad. mako gasped “son !” screamed grandad. “I thought that you died ?” asked grandad . “grandad you didn't know our families are gods and goddesses so is mako.” said mako's dad . just then -makos grandad had a heart attack. mako's mom rushed over to him and put her hands on his heart suddenly makos grandad shot back to

I remember travelling to the resort and marvelling at the engineering feat of the Cayo Santa Maria (CSM) causeway in Cuba. The design of the causeway functioned as a method of connecting small parchments of man-made land to the larger archipelagos. Despite the devastation of Hurricane Katrina in ‘08, the causeway remained portionately intact. During my visit in ‘11, however, the causeway was noted for its damages bridges still in need of further repair1. The causeway itself (for the most part) is unlit. Due to (prior) partisan economic sanctions against Cuba, the CSM is a main artery for tourist flow being the major route to the resort(s). The main archipelago sponsors twelve hotels, the first built in ‘01, is quite incredible, considering the limitations placed on the technological accessibility and socioeconomic mobility of Cuban workers. While traversing on the CSM causeway, I distinctly thought of the abundance of people travelling Cuba’s main highway beforehand. I had asked the guide, (foolishly,) ‘Where are they going?’ -- ’To work’. It was considered a privilege, I learned, to be able to work on the archipelagos—at least you wouldn’t have to walk to work2. A walk that took the workers half of their day. The CSM causeway is very narrow, a two-lane 48 km stretch, I was curious to how the resort workers (unable to walk the causeway) made it to work. Transportation being expensive, not primarily vehicle ownership but public transportation, again, how do they commute? Did

Kino looked out of the cave in thought. He could hear the sound of the pear and danger ringing in his ear. When he turned he saw Juana singing a soft family song to Coyotito. His gaze softened and he stepped towards Juana.

Have you ever had stitches before? Well this is the time of me getting stitches for the second time of my life. It was the summer of 2016 and I was at my grandma’s house with my sisters because my mom and dad had to work. At nine thirty or so my grandma asked, “Would you three like to make watermelon into a shape of a sphere?” “Um…. In a little bit” I said as I could taste the juicy, red watermelon. It was about 15 minutes later when my sisters and I started making the watermelon spheres. My grandma started chopping up the watermelon, and she had to go and feed her cat. She carefully put the cleaver down and walked out of the kitchen. I was the last to finish my watermelon spheres.