Mrs. Fireball Alternate Ending

As the Landlady offers Billy tea nervously, he snapped away and with his heart beating as fast as cheetah, and quickly yells, “I know why those two names seemed familiar!” “Is that so?” inquired the Landlady. “Yes, weren’t they in the news-”. Billy Weaver started off but the Landlady interrupted. “Drink your tea- you seem just a tad whoozy.” “Alright, but maybe, just maybe I thought they-”. The Landlady interrupted Mr.Weaver again as he was trying to explain. “Drink your tea.” The Landlady demanded. “Umm, this tea is quite bitter and tart… you’re not trying to poison me, now are you?” Mr. Weaver half-scared asked. “Is that what you ask everyone after getting bitter tea?” The Landlady laughed. “I’ll prove you wrong.” She said swallowing hard. Then, the Landlady slowly picks up a

Nothing of interest was in the room, only dimly lit candles and trunks of old, moth eaten clothes. She felt as if someone, or something, was watching her, waiting to drag me into the shadows. Then there it was it was she was unsure but almost certain it was a ghost. The ghost was a white cloud like figure and its eyes and mouth were as black as the night sky's. It was more silent than the grave it arose from, staring with heavy lidded eyes and a slack mouth..As Emily turned to leave, “Don't go.” said a gentle voice, “we can be such good friends.” A blue-white glow filled the room making her skin appear paper thin. “Who are you” Emily asked in fear “We met the day I turned twelve. At the train station, you sat across from me with a small smile. Our toes could hardly touch the floor then. I remember being so very close with each other, but I don’t know how after what you did to me” Emily shook her head mutely. She'd been here an hour tops, or this was some nightmare. It wasn't real, how could it be. “Stay with me” the ghost repeated as Emily was trying to find a way out. She shook her head. “Why refuse

She pulls her scarlet coat closer wintry wind pushes by. Her delicate features scrunch up in discomfort as the bitter air pricks skin. Maria squints her radiant, jade eyes at the multitudinous papers posted on the wall and sees the multiple reports of missing people. As she warily strolls further down, she notices a large chalkboard covered with an innumerable amount of names. There is space beside the name Alma, and Maria furrows her eyebrows in confusion while searching for a writing tool. Her fingers desperately dig into the snow and uncover a small piece of white chalk. She scribbles her name down, and as she turns around her eyes find a doll that looks identical to her resting within the shop. Her emerald-colored eyes widen like saucers as she inspects the doll. The urge to go to the doll burns bright inside her, as if she is a moth to the flame. She looks at the oddly shaped door, her stomach churning in suspicion. The door is jammed and she gives it one final push with her shoulder, turning around in disappointment. The door opens to reveal her look alike, within her reach! Maria darts towards the doll, but not before nearly tripping over a moving object. Her breathing grows ragged as the doll heads over to the door, its entryway shutting. Her eyes slowly move back to the center table, where the doll no longer stands. Maria's green orbs finally rest on the doll. While debating whether

Ashley repeatedly screamed, over and over again. She did not know if she would die or if she would make it out alive anymore. She doesn’t know what day it was, nor why it happened. But all she knew was that It wasn’t a maniacal serial killer or kidnapper that took her. It was one of her best friends. The only questions left is, Which one? moreover, Ashley was tied to a pole in a dirty, dark, and wet basement. She heard the door to the basement open and there stood the person who’d taken her. She was abruptly silent before asking “Why did you kidnap me? Why are pretending to help find me? why?”. After a brief pause the person said “because you deserve this” the person slowly walked up to Ashley and kneeled down before proceeding “Everything that happens to you from now on…you deserve it”. “What did I, ever, do to you, to deserve this? what Mycah?!” I, however, jolted awake from my nap, realizing that I was still in 2nd periods’ math class. “What’s with you Jordan?” Brittany asked. “what? oh nothing, just a weird dream is all” I said before finishing my math

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.

Lilly glanced down the row of cars all parked up under the trees. A chill moved through her. She brought her knees up to her chest, pressed her thighs against her rib cage and let her head sink down. She needed to find a place to stay. She needed somewhere to sleep and she needed to be able to get ready tomorrow to make sure Bobby saw her looking hot again. Because he would kick himself once he saw her all made-up in a nice dress and nice shoes. He’d feel pretty dumb for avoiding her this last year over a stupid pair of flip-flops. But how was she going to be that girl who turned his head if she spent tonight sleeping rough? Lilly closed her eyes and tried not to let it upset her. Puffed up eyes was the last thing she

Running faster and wilder than the horses she was racing and was changing faster than a frightened chameleon’s colors, she dreamed of her adventures. By merely catching sight of her sporty vehicle, the girl was transported out of a musty and dingy garage, and she became the heroine of worlds only she could see. She tiptoes towards her shining bike, ignoring the house rule of never biking alone. She speeds like a bullet around the driveway’s racetrack. A sustained creak comes from the door, and she shoots back to her mound of tangled toys. Whew. Safe. Scrumptious smells of a home-cooked meal wafts from behind a mother who is making sure her child is still in one piece. A sweet smile and an itsy bitsy white lie are offered and accepted to cover for the daughter’s rule-breaking behavior. Safe again. The door gives a satisfying click, and the girl bounds over to her bicycle. Her sticky post-peanut butter and jelly fingers fumble with the helmet’s complicated buckle. The girl rearranges the wicker basket’s mostly-dead flowers from a previous adventure. Just as she teeters off of the seat, she starts to waddle across the garage floor.

Sarah Finnegan (#1 S.O.), who was an avid reader (#4 D.U.), was spending her time engrossed in her private, extensive library. She (#1 S.O.) was currently (#3 D.U.) diving into one of her own works, a self help journal that related to how to deal with certain people in her life. Reading (#4 S.O.) slowly and carefully as she went along, not willing to miss a single detail. While (#5 S.O.) she was searching the journal, her old friend Antonio was swinging from a chandelier, directly (#3 D.U.) in front of the library. Antonio was ill (3sss). His brain was fried (3sss). He was sometimes crazy (#6 S.O.)(3sss). However, Sarah, calmly aware of the circumstances, did not have any mental disabilities; in fact, she was quite capable. She (#1 S.O.) was all too used to this type of behavior from Antonio, so his swinging from the chandelier did not phase her. Slowly raising her head, she glanced up at the pendulum. There was Antonio and the chandelier swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, it was endless.

I woke up in a cold sweat. My brother at my side still shaking me yelling “Emily we are going to be late!” I gave him an evil eye and rolled out of bed. I got dressed and ready and got on the bus. My best friend was there reading, like always. “Hey Wendy, what are you reading this time?” I said as I sat down “The Starving Maze” She said proudly. Like most fangirls, she has a crush on a make believe character that is played by someone that lives in Europe, or California, or Canada. In the book she has a crush on ‘Went’ which is short for ‘Wenton’. Anyway, she wishes she could meet this person and marry him. Remember that he is fake, I hope. At school everyone was looking sad, with no joy at all, even though it was the last day of school. I was

Xi-feng had briefly thought about calling the Jia men to remove the willow, but had thought better of it.

I began to sprint the the fireplace where my jar sat, when I tripped over my own feet. Then, thud went my head against the bricks. I fell down and glanced at my aunt with my bloody forehead. I wasn’t crying so she was very scared and confused about the situation.

Knowing her for the past few years, I already know the answer to this next question, but I’ll ask anyway to give her a shot to rewrite my personal view of her. “You’re not planning to consider his feeling, are you”?

At the dinner table, Roxanne told the family about what it was like being kidnapped. She told them that it sure gave her a boost to her life. As Roxanne grew older, she was still with the shop owner, she started to realize that he was using her to commit more `crime. She said that these criminal acts consisted of: robbery, theft, cyber theft, cyber hate, and many more things. Roxanne said “I wanted to run away and find my real family, but I had no idea where you guys were”. Every night Roxanne would go to bed thinking should I run or should I stay. She always chose to stay, because she didn’t know where her family was and she didn’t want to get lost. One night, when the shop owner had gone to sleep, Roxanne went up to his room to double check and decided to try and escape. She had finally built up the strength to run away, she stepped outside, heard an intimidating noise stepped back inside and decided she didn't want to run away any more. The next morning, the shop owner asked her why she was trying to run away, she was terrified. She thought to herself, “ How does he know?” She blurted out to him “ How do you know?” he answered, I am always

Old man firebird was proud of his little flame, It brightened his day to just hear his name, Not because of all the problems he overcame Rather despite them his sunny deposition remained, The firekid, he wasn’t perfectly dressed, Little rough around the edges, yet casually messed, He couldn’t help but be subtly impressed, Because he burnt savagely, But it hadn’t always been like this, You see, there were times he tried to hide his light Every firekid hits their moment of plight, To compress the brightness that would always ignite,

So there she stood, listening to the clock. Each tick sounded off at half the speed of her heartbeat. Each tick brought her one second closer to her moment of anguish. Then she noticed Jenifer Harris, the girl in front of her. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Her skin was without blemish, and she always seemed happy, ready to laugh at one of the boy’s jokes or all of the boys’ jokes; she wasn’t picky. Every day she had the same crimson bow in her hair. Her grandmother gave it to her, and after years of use, it had not lost its vibrance.