Peter Jackson Alternate Ending

“You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned”. The three furies showed up after his battle with Ares and said “so it really wasn't you” and Percy tossed the

Homecoming was just three days away, though, which created a whole new set of problems for me because I had no idea as to how I was supposed to keep everybody safe from Abellona if she decided to strike. So after I had gotten a few more beers in me. I had come up with the not so bright idea to tell Tucker all about Abellona and what’s been going on up here in Mount Harrison since I'd moved here. I had figured that he and Owen should at least know of her existence just in case anything did happen. I knew he wouldn't believe me though, and would think I was just yanking his crank, but I thought I could persuade him if I tried my

Do you remember what I told you that night? That if I hadn’t seen the doctor pull Amir out of my wife, I’d never believe that he is my son? Well, that thought had been crossing my mind a lot these past weeks. Just yesterday, I took him out to watch the yearly Buzkashi tournament. Before we had left, I had sensed a sign of discontent from Amir, but I shrugged it off as if he were tired. Buzkashi was Afghanistan’s passion. It was not possible that an Afghan was not interested. While we sat in the upper bleachers, Amir often looked confused or bored. He would look up at the chapandaz then back down at his fingers. I had told him the sight of a book at the Buzkashi was unbearable, and that he could last a few hours without burying his face in one. Although his eyes were on the horses, I knew by his gaze he knew next to nothing about Bazkashi. So I decided to point out my long time favourite chapandaz, Henry Kissinger. Before Amir had time to respond, I saw his eyes dart to the far end of the stadium. A chapandaz fell off his saddle and was crushed under the hooves of the horses. Slowly, Amir’s face changed from shock to mournful. How is it that this is my son? This rather quiet, bookish, feminine

In my opinion, the ending wasn’t satisfying. It wasn’t satisfying because I was expecting a little bit more. For example, when the whole entire band shaved their hair I was surprised. But, I was wondering as to why the girls didn’t do it as well, I was hoping that they’d shave their hair as well. Also, when Jeffery got sick and Steven couldn’t perform, but in the end he received an award for his drums. But, he didn’t even perform and he got the award, I thought that it was unfair for the other people that played the instruments. Also, when Steven went to Sam and she died I was heartbroken. So, I would’ve kept her alive, I would have let her meet her sister. I would let them have a reunion, then later on she would give some more advice to

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.

“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.

The rest of the day passed by, Jayde showed her around and sat with her at lunch. So her worries of a disgusting bathroom disease or being a loner had been for nothing. Jayde, wow, she seemed so quiet but once she started talking she never shut up. She was so bubbly and unbelievably sweet, happy and carefree. It was hard not to be dragged into Jaydes mood, she was like a mirror, and she reflected everything she felt onto you.

Jackson stared at his ceiling fan, it was still, collecting dust that fell from the ceiling. He longed for a breeze to cut through the thick August air.If only by some means the universe would turn the fan on so that he may feel some relief. He furrowed his brow in concentration, perhaps if he thought hard enough telekinesis would throw the blades into a whirl.

He listens as footsteps approach him and his assailant. Said assailant is knocked back with an outraged cry and Armin chances a look up through his fingers to see Jean shouting in the face of a dark-haired soldier. "Who do you think you are? If I catch you beating on Arlert again, I'll maim your

Imagine walking downtown, with your friend at your side. Golden rays of the setting sun reflects off the glass skyscrapers giving a warm glow to the city. This was your last night in the sunshine state before your flight home the next day. Dreading the thought of leaving the warmth & fun, you decide to make your last evening on vacation one to remember. As you turn the corner onto Wilshire Blvd, you see a most unexpected, but delightful surprise. Walking out of the restaurant is your prized internet sensation. It is now or never. You have no time to think. Either you act quickly or the moment will be gone. Cell phone in hand you boldly approach & ask for a photo to treasure the moment. Knowing you will never see them again, your

“Well, it’s stupid, but remember that time we went into the woods — you know, to that old abandon house? Well, I just keep having dreams about it and that guy that Justin said he saw. It’s been kind of haunting me — affecting my daily life actually. Anyways, it’s silly, but can you just tell Jason I’m sorry and to call me.”

Rick ran through the field fearing for his life as he heard the rustling of the vegetation, the gang of men sent by the notorious drug lord ¨El Fierro .¨ Rick feared for his life the more he ran because he felt his legs tightening and shutting down, they would carry him no longer.

"After my breakup with Jason, I grew apart from Nolan as well. He tried to inquire the reason, but I never gave him one. Now, whether or not the eighth breakup of his is related to me or his family isn't something I can verify. However, I'm damn sure it's one of those two."

“Who are you?” Her large grey eyes now seem more menacing than beautiful. She quickly draws her sword, seemingly angered by his presence.

I was as frightened a mouse, we would get in deep trouble if we were caught looking for Atticus. I said looking at the jail house, “That’s funny, jail doesn’t have an outside light”. When were drawing closer we saw Atticus reading a newspaper on a chair. Scout made started running toward Atticus but I stopped him. I said, “We may not disturb him, he may not like it. Let's go home, I just wanted to see where he was.” I was happy that Atticus was safe but we needed to get back home so no one would find out about this.