Lucinda Alternate Ending

He began to perspire. "Where are your father and mother?"The children looked up and smiled. "Oh, they'll be here directly." "Good, we must get going." but then Mr.McClean heard loud scream coming from the nursery. He run to the nursery as fast as he could. While Peter and wandy ran after him, she yelled at Mr.McClean to not open the door.As he slammed the door open, he saw the lions closing in on George Hadley and his wife and he yelled “Mr and Ms handly are you okay?” and then he turned to the kids behind him and told them to command the nursery to shut it down.” They are your parents; they raised you, fed you and most importantly, they loved you! Are you two really that heartless to try to kill them

When looking into the water he is able to see a reflection of himself and through that image he is able to reconnect to his inner self and look back at what his original plan was. When he sees himself he is reminded of the spiritual muttering “om” and that single word brings him solace and peace. He was able to find his Self once again and continue his journey to enlightenment.

The heavy white door of the brightly illuminated log cabin opened up. A man stood in the doorway. He was old, with a grey beard.

The shock of water on his face shot him straight up, arms waving about. Then he came straight down like a rock. He surfaced and looked right at Freddy.

Guinevere sat on the birthing bed with her legs bent, leaning forward, gripping her knees as another contraction took hold. She reddened and piercing shriek tore from her throat while King Arthur paled. Watching his wife suffer like this was torture.

“No, no, NO!” Tomm screamed desperately as he clawed through the air in a pointless endeavor to reach the bedpost. He should have seen the signs. Usually, by this point he would have found a safe place to hide. “I’m sorry! I’M SORRY! I PLEASE PUT ME DOWN! I’M SORRY!”

Each and every day that Guinevere didn’t come to Arthur, the king worried. What started out as a smoldering flame of concern had now erupted into a full-fledged fire torturing his mind and soul.

“Mighty nice, thank you kindly. Ruby I gots to be knowing if Miss Ta Rot can be reading my friend’s cards after supper.”

There once was a girl named Lilith. She is an outcast and lives on the streets. Lilith is often called name like, freak and fox girl. She was part fox and everyone hated her for that. One day she was roaming the streets and came across Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. It was dark and so the nightguard was there. She snuck inside and looked around. Wow was all she could say, for she had never seen a place like this.

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.

After leaving the big house Percy and I went down to the lake and sat down at the end of the pier. No words were needed as we simply sat there with our fingers entwined and my head on his shoulder. Eventually we stood up and walked back towards the cabins. When we got to his cabin I gave him a peck on the cheek murmured a quick goodbye and headed to my cabin. Thankfully after everything that has happened, I had learned to keep a packed backpack at all times so I simply added a few more books and got ready for bed.

And later she awakened in a dirty hotel room dazed. Standing at the sink, swooping up a soft, velvety handful of water and staring at the blue and violet crystal droplets. Amazed and unblinking. Thoughtful about how round the droplets were. Mesmerized as they formed into bubbles. Growing, growing, growing, growing. Bubbles that grew until they became her hands. And then her arms. Frightening bubbles now, creating a wild-eyed girl that ran for the bed to gather the covers around her nakedness. Wondering where these extremely intense, insane feelings came from. Was she losing her mind?

The sun rose high in the summer sky, heating the earth and the life below. There rode two horses who stirred up the dusty paths. Atop the lead horse was a man named Cayson, he had darker skin than anyone, which is part of the reason why he is traveling with his friend who so kindly rescued him. She was on the other horse and seemed to be trying to enjoy the long, hot journey they were making. Katherine was a very strong headed woman and wanted to voice her opinion as much as she saw fit. She had found a group of men berating and on the verge of injuring Cayson. Katherine shoved through the crowed an grabbed him, pulling him to where they could not be seen. She relayed to him that she did not feel welcome within this city and rarely got to speak up because she was not a woman with great status or a great job. Cayson told her his story of his arrival in the city and how much he already despised being there. They pair decided that they must leave and travel a distance so they both will be unknown to all.

Christine came walking over. “This is so good” Jeff said, as I lead them into my room. I

Although Honey Harlow was awake, she waited a full five minutes before she opened her crystal blue eyes. The warmth of the morning sun had drawn her from eight hours of restful slumber. She tried to ignore the bright beam of light, which had slipped through the sheer silver curtain of her bedroom window, but like a beacon, it insisted upon making direct contact with her eyes. It danced without mercy across her slightly freckled face as she propped herself up against the ash-colored button tufted headboard. After she took a deep breath and pushed several locks of long honey blonde hair behind her ears, she heard a knock at her door.