Nighty Amigos Alternate Ending

In George Orwell’s classic novel 1984, Orwell explores how the government can easily alter what is perceived to be the truth. 1984 follows Winson, a 39-year-old man who works in the Records Department for the Ministry of Truth. There, his job is to rewrite past documents so that they satisfy the narrative the ruling party wishes to tell, and destroys all evidence that any changes may have been made to the records. Winston remarks on the process saying, “The chosen lie would pass into the permanent records and become the truth” (45). The concept of truth no longer exists in Winston’s world. The truth is whatever Big Brother demands, and because all traces of evidence indicating the lies are eradicated, the lie, in a way becomes the truth. There

As the evening fell, the dark blue night rose up across the sky. I laid under the stars in my back yard, as I do every night with my dog Mabel. Mabel was approaching her old ages but she was a great listener. Usually I tell her about my day or fairy tales, tonight I told her about my mom. My mother passed away in a car accident when I was only a baby, she was the most loving person I knew and I miss her everyday, and sometimes it helps to talk about her. As I lay talking curled up next to mabel I could feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier as the warm summer breeze brushed past my face.

Fara cracked one eye, and was blinded momentarily by white light. When her vision cleared and adjusted, she opened the other and viewed her surroundings. She was in a hallway, just along a baby blue wall; nurses and doctors with stethoscopes around their necks hurried about, ignoring them. Leaning up, she looked for Xhaiden, and was relieved to see him in a stretcher just in front of her. Their backpacks were at their feet, untouched.

Two teenagers ran down the coastline, never stopping. The golden sun reflected off the girl’s hair making it look like a cascade of gold. Her lithe body flew quickly over the sand, leaving the boy to chase after her. He finally caught up and wrapped his arms around her waist. They stumbled through the sand until they collapsed, her on top of him. They rolled through the sand, their laughter that rippled through the ocean was heard by the moon herself. They finally stopped, him on top of her this time. They stayed like that, their breathing ragged. They looked at each other like someone would look at the greatest thing on Earth. It was a look filled with passion and love. They kissed and it was so full of love that they didn’t stop until the sun was gone and the moon met the ocean. They lay looking up at the stars, holding hands and talking all through the night. It felt to them like time had stopped and they were stuck in that moment. The next morning, they were awakened by the shrill sound of a ringing phone. The girl rolled over and answered

Wind softly blew against the waving trees, creating a lovely scene of falling leaves. The sun shone at its highest point in the sky. A boy sat in front of a tree with his eyes closed shut. The tree’s roots and branches stretched out as far as the eye could see. It stood firmly on the ground, keeping the boy in his resting position. This was the boy’s paradise. A place where he could be himself and in a peaceful environment. Where no one could bother him, yet one day when the boy closed his eyes once more he heard something strange. His brown eyes slowly opened and found themselves laying upon another pair of eyes. The deep and mysterious eyes stared into him. The icy look shook him to his core. Many pairs of eyes kept appearing everywhere around him. Surrounding the boy. Cornering him against the tree. He felt up the trunk only for it to crumble in his hands. The grass turned dark and ugly and the peacefulness became eerie. It was as if the world around him crumbled as the dark eyes stared into his very soul. His legs shook and trembled under him, he could barely stand up. The eyes continued to stare. Watching him. Judging him for all he’s done. They enveloped him into their darkness and left him stranded in emptiness. He tried finding an exit. Finding a way out. He couldn’t find a way to escape the darkness. A bright single light shined in the dark. The boy covered his eye with his bandaged up arms to shield himself, but nothing happened. The boy moved his arms to see what happened and stood before him was a man. The man moved his hand

Pete whistled jauntily as he left Analise in the basement, waded through the mess of comics on the living-room floor, collected his pistol and bullets, and slammed the front door shut behind him. The flinch, when he'd charged toward, had brought a satisfied smirk to his face. For the first time, the woman had demonstrated palpable weakness, and inexplicably, that served to increase his surety that she'd forge ahead with this evening's plans. Norris, whether the smart-ass bitch would admit it, felt as if he'd gained the ascendancy. At least for the time being.

One day I walked towards the whirligig, where I would meet Jane every single day until school started again, but today, she wasn’t here. I waited and waited for her and thought after all our weeks of talking and laughing that she was going to turn her back on me and leave me here alone, again. Staring into the sun has been my hobby this whole time, so I just looked at its brightness, and fell asleep right there.

I wake up in my dark dusty room, the time is 5:30 AM and I go down to the kitchen, eat breakfast and then get dressed. As I walk down the street I feel the cold wind brushing against my face like a dead soul released from its grave and my heart pounds, she gives me a bad feeling but a good one as well, I want more. I turn the corner and there she is, standing beside the park bench with the moon light shining down into her soul. I call her name and she turns around slowly.

The night, when it happened, felt like so many others. You were with her, alone in this atrocious woods, under this oak tree. She reached out her hand and held yours, reminding you you’d never be alone. You and her sat there, backs against the moss, exchanging blissful nothings for centuries compacted in

12:00. After two hours of preparing for the infamous trials of the night through episodes of television and novels, I sneak into my sheets. Immediately, imagination swarms my mind. As a bee bombards its hive rambunctiously, my mind boggles with new thoughts; it thumps to the beat of the leaking faucet in the bathroom. My eyes burn with the hope of opening to check its surroundings. They blink in the consuming darkness, and close once again. As the darkness promises isolation it allows fear to creep in. Fear of the future, which is all I can focus on. It is impossible to sleep with so much to be done, but I must.

Everything I saw, everything I heard, everything I felt... She cracked open my wall which all the scenery around me started to take on colour. The emptiness became full, nothing became something and the roots inside my heart started to blossom. I thought I was satisfied because my dream had come true and I’d told myself it was enough. Yet here you are, watering this withered heart again. That cloud of darkness inside me that you once saw... you saw it as the night sky. The darkest places of all. It’s something so dark that I nearly forgot that the stars also shines too. You made me understand my pain and I’ve translated this pain into something beautiful. Because that darkness, turned out to be so bright just like the starry

I stood. watching. Listening. letting the warmth of the moment wash over. the joy filling my soul. she smiled, the air seemed to become lighter. the Sun, brighter. we Set. Hand in hand, heart with heart. alone, moments of joy turn into love. today I walk beside her, watching her. her hair entrancing me. each strand absorbing light, only to reflect it, create an unearthly glow. to me she is beauty. Sweeping me from the darkness. We walk. Each step creating dedication. Each step I wade farther in. Tomorrow I will awake. Her presence in mind. Today I travel with her. Where will we go? Who will we meet? Where are we? When did it go this far. I see him. She becomes darker, only now there is a glimmer. A flicker. Is that her? What has he done?

Its forty five minutes past twelve, the once salmon and lavender sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black, the night laid down a blanket of darkness, when I tilted my head skyward I could see clearly millions of bright stars dotted on the black sky night, the thick gloomy clouds shaded over the luminous moon covering its entirety, the sky was full of glistening stars but no moon, as I glanced to the left of me, my broken down digital clock barely read 12:45 am missing a few of the pixels in the numbers on the screen, I felt as though nothing in my life had seemed right, like there were something missing from my life just like the moon was missing from that dark starry night. Well, I guess I am missing something, something that everyone I know has, something that everyone seems to hold close to them, protect and love.I was easy to forget and just leaves things how they were ; However, it was easier to remember, no matter how painful and heartbreaking it was. Every night I look out of my bedroom window serenely before falling asleep, I think, somehow the chirping crickets and the faint sound of the very few cars on the road driving past in the distance seem to somewhat keep me sane, I guess whenever I’m peering out into that vast midnight sky I find comfort, I picture it as my canvas, I sometimes find myself looking out for hours just drawing up my own perfect world in my mind.

The night was so dark. Sitting in the cooling off car parked in my driveway, I allowed the night to wrap me up in all that it had to offer. The calmness and tranquility was refreshing and reaffirming. I took a deep breath in and closing my eyes, I breathed in all the good in my life. The crisp cool air rushed in along with the people I love, my good health and God’s abundant grace. When I couldn’t breathe in anymore and I felt as though my lungs might burst I breathed out everything negative. Like water out of a faucet, my frustrations, stress and doubts poured out and floated away into the night. I then reached for the door handle and stepped out of the car. I walked up to my dimly lit porch and fumbled through my purse for the door key. I was soothed by the comforting silence of

I looked at the clock and it ticked slowly, it seemed to be more tired than I was. A second seemed like a minute, a minute seemed like an hour, the night seemed like an eternity. I anxiously waited for sleep to engulf me. Hours later when the night sky was no longer black, like the ocean