Lizabeth And Elizabeth Alternate Ending

Upon looking outside, I found myself facing a horrific and terrifying view of the garden. It felt like as if you have become a part of some horror movie. The clouds were covering the moon and wasn’t letting the light pass through making it pitch black and scary. The constant transformation of the clouds into unusual shapes make the night even more frightening. The stone pathway leads to the ghastly garden of misery. The paths take you to every grim corner of the garden. The dried up plants and the trees give the image as if their souls have been taken away from them and left them to rot here. The mysterious light breaking free from the clutches of the shape changing mists cast dreadful shadows all over the garden. The light falling on the

Outside it was a familiar garden, normally it would have been filled with beauty, but it was difficult when a large portion was dug up by a monster. As they walked down the dirt trail between the flowers, Cleopatra looked at the flowers. As if she was examining their beauty, despite the damage that was done to the garden, it still carried a peaceful air about it. "Ah, I am shocked. I have never seen such flowers before, they are quite beautiful,"

“Absolutely not! I refuse to stay at this castle a moment longer than necessary!” Grace ranted, pacing back and forth, her bare feet slapping against the stone, once Lady Magdala started her bath. “Grace. Grace!” Jenna said, stopping her ranting by grabbing her shoulders and looking her in the eyes. “Grace, look at me. We could be safe here. No more selling our souls for food, no more long days and bleeding feet from the walking, no more hardship!” “But, who would take care of my brothers?” Grace asked. “I think they’re old enough to take care of themselves.” Jenna replied with an unimpressed look on her face. “What about the old man on the corner of the street? Who will make sure he gets food every day? He’ll grow frail by himself.” Grace pointed out,

This quote is memorable because Liz Emerson decided she wanted to end her life, by driving her car off the side of the road. This is important to the story because this is the event that took her to the hospital, we know she was committing suicide, but the characters think otherwise. This passage affects the characterization of Liz because it lets you she was depressed, therefore she decided to end her

He made her feel like no one had ever made her feel, the way his soft lips touched her and the way that his hair felt against her hand soft as silk. Romeo was the best thing that had ever happened to her forget Paris and what her parents wanted her to do. She always saw him around when they were younger and even from a young age she had harvest a crush on him. As they grew up that boy that she always saw in the hallways was no longer a boy but he had turned into a handsome man. She knew about the crush that Romeo had on Rosaline, her gorgeous cousin Rosaline who everyone wanted to be and she didn’t blame him she secretly wanted to be Rosaline. Everyone always compared her to the flawless Rosaline, her parents always saying “why can’t you be

Giulia sat on the comfortable seats of the aircraft and immediately looked outside the window with the eyes of those that says goodbye to their land before a long adventure. She was on her own for this once-in-a-lifetime travel to Japan, where the Visual and Media Arts Expo was about to begin and excitement for this almost sudden decision, the thrill of being so far away in a country so different from her northern-italian flatland sprinkled by tiny cities and its rather slow pacing trough time... she almost daydreamt about the legendary japanese night-districts filled by lights, the bullet trains, the perfectly timed transportations... Giulia sighed and fully leaned against the seat as the hostess smiled at her and made her buckle the belt, <> whispered the girl with a smile, as the aircraft's engines started to push the vehicle over the rolling lane and soon took off.

I ran through the garden almost knocking my sister over. “You'll never guess where i've been!” Exclaimed Alice. “You'll never guess what happened! There was talking animals, and flowers taller than trees, and oh so many strange things!” Alice said with excitement.

Mother loved watching the tree as the rays of the sun would shine through the leaves, giving the world a warm, green glow. It was even more beautiful when it would slowly turn orange and red in the fall and tumble to the ground where a little girl with long brown braids and jean overalls and her mother would rake them up in piles and spend hours laughing and playing. Squirrels darted to and from the hordes of acorns they collected from the trees in the yard, and woodpeckers hammered at old oaks in the woods. When spring came around the yard was a beautiful home to many new baby animals. And spring was a great time for picnics. Mom ‘s heart was stirred as she recollected all the picnics she had shared with her family under

It was a warm, gloomy day. The sun beamed directly at Juliet’s feet. It must be eighty degrees she thought to herself. Her shirt was drenched with sweat as was her forehead. While taking out her water bottle to take a sip of the cold, chilling water, she admired the view from where she was standing. No regrets, she wondered.

When I was three years old we moved to our current home in Hartford South Dakota. The only thing that was left for our to keep in our new home was an old Piano. After a few weeks of being settled in my mom would often be kept up at night with people being loud out side. She described the voices sounding like they were always just right outside our house on the street. She would just try to ignore it and go back to sleep. But one night they voices were way louder, but they conversations weren't so clear where she could make out what they were saying. It was mostly mumbling. She got out of bed and looked out side but there was no one outside, but voices got quieter. That is when she noticed it sounded as if they were coming from the vent on the floor, like from the down stairs. By brother, who was 7 or 8 at the time had his room in the basement so she thought to her self maybe he just had something playing in him room, would be very weird at this time of night, but its a possibility.

It all began on an ordinary Sunday morning. I was preparing to go to church when I heard the voices. I could hear my mother talking to a man. As the voice was unknown to me, I was curious. My first thought was that a guest had come late the night before. I discarded this as I had gone to bed late with no sign of impending visitors. My second thought was that a neighbor had come to visit that morning. This too didn 't seem plausible as the time was a little past 5 am. Looking back, I can 't believe I didn 't suspect something sinister sooner. As I was thinking of and discarding relatively harmless explanations, someone started pounding on my bedroom door and my nightmare began. I could hear my mum pleading to be allowed in first. The man must have had some conscience because he agreed. She came in, hugged me and told me not to be afraid. She said, "everything will be alright if we just do as they say.” Later,

For this assignment, I decided to read and review The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. The author’s main objective in the book was to tell the story of a young girl and show us her progress through her behavior and emotions. Throughout the book, we see how the child has transformed due to certain circumstances in her life which makes it a very calm story. Because of the calmness, you could suppose that the book is guided more towards older people or older children but the story is suitable for any audience. The central argument and idea that the book is based on is that things can change as time passes and as the times change. As for themes, youth and abandonment are the ones that stood out the most. Youth because the story revolves around children and abandonment because both children and the garden were in some way abandoned at first.

The garden straddles the border between the public and the private, the social and the personal, and the city and the country. It is both man-made, yet natural; both intimate, yet open. Hence, the garden, as a place of such contradictions, becomes a space for William Makepeace Thackeray to facilitate characters’ contemplation, pushing the engagement with the dichotomy between nostalgia and progress.

When I woke up one morning from unsettling dream, that I had a waffle for a body and my brother ate me; I felt strange. Try to feel for a honeycomb on my head, I realized that I didn't have any arms. I quickly tried to sit up,

I was walking home from school one day when I first noticed something wrong, I could feel eyes on me even though I could not see anyone anywhere near me. As I was walking along I heard someone from behind me calling my name.