Rose In Bloom Alternate Ending

The two swords clashed together to a spark. The sun was beginning to set over the horizon. “Come in boys! Dinner is ready!” Announced Buttercup as Westley hit Jack in the face with the flat side of his sword. Jack rubbed his cheek and turned away from the smell of his mother’s special chicken soup. Jack continued fighting with his father until Buttercup came out again telling them to come eat for the second time.

The smell of death and inevitable change, still filled the streets of Paris just like it did all those years ago when the politically fuelled Armand St. Just was fighting for the Republicans cause. Now he was in Paris with the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel saving those that he once condemned. Armand glanced at the envelope he was to deliver to one of his incomparable members, the red wax seal reminded him of when he was first handed an invitation to join the Scarlet Pimpernel, the embossed flowers glistened with pride, it signified a chance to fight for what is honourable. This was the first time he encountered Percy Blakeney the leader of the Scarlet Pimpernel, a man of many talents and faces. He vividly remembered, like dogs, hundreds of Republicans barked and snarled at Madame de la Guillotine, encouraging her to end the lives of those they despised. At the front of pack, Armand remembered standing with many of the alphas, watching them hungry for the blood of those beheaded.

Clary sat on the bed brushing her long red hair. She wore a black cotton long short shelved shirt, black skinny jeans, and simple dark red flats. She ran the purple brush through her thick red locks, carefully making sure that she caught every snarl, snot, and tangle. Her back turned to Luke, as she gazed out the glass window into the early morning

I think we all know that Trevor isn't going to last. I don't have a problem with him at all and I think it's nice that the writers introduced the trans community but I don't understand the whole point of Ian/Trevor thing. Why? Why can't they just be friends? This is sorta like the Fiona/Jake-Jimmy-Steve-Joe-Bob situation.

“Are you looking for some type of Pyrrhic victory?” William asked. “Cause that’s what you’ll get.”

Standing in the one hundred hallway, I look across the circle of my friends and I staring at Madison's face with the annoyed look on my face, like usual. Mackie’s standing there going on and on about how amazing her life is. Today the topic is about her clothes, and how expensive they are. By the outside appearance of Mackie you would think of her as a little, cute, innocent girl, but she is very far from that. She goes on every day about how perfect her life is and never stops bragging. Okay, it's great she has a good life but she doesn't need to talk about it daily to everyone who don’t really care. You may have to get to know her to realize that she is a bragger thought, her physical appearance doesn’t show it as much.

Her voice was like a whisper as the jail’s bars slowy closed upon her face. her vision was still dizzy, and she had not eat anything for hours. turning her head back, she tried to walk. clumsy steps were the best she could do, occasionally almost stumbling to reach the bed, or at least what seemed like a bed to her.

As Westley was sitting in the living room, Buttercup, his wife, came in. “What’s wrong with you darling,” Buttercup asked. “Nothing. I’m just getting tired of this itty bitty house.” Westley announced to Buttercup. “Well you know we can’t afford another house, it’s too much,” Buttercup said. “I was thinking of getting a castle and become king,” Westley said. “Boy you know we can’t get a castle. Just stop, please, you need to stop the dreams,” Buttercup said. Buttercup left the living room, while Westley was thinking of a plan. The plan was to go the castle and ask Prince Humperdinck to battle him for his castle and to be king.

What is a girl with a big ego? CLARRISE!!!! In paragraph #6, they introduce a girl that is very full of herself. That made me think about Nancy Bobofit. Both of them have stuff in common and not. Let’s talk about it.

“So let me get this straight,” Applejack said, casting an odd glance at Pinkie Pie, “You knew that singin’ and stuff was gonna work because ya didn’t know it was gonna work at all?”

Paula was relieved and disappointed at the same time; she liked the comparison to a professional model. She wanted to say, “Hey, it’s me Paula, I’m the model.”

The diction used in this quote strongly assists in making the voice sound like a teen girl’s. By using slang words such as "geek" and "hip," the author fabricates the idea that the narrator is a young person, educated but not highly sophisticated. Additionally, the author successfully reveals several personality traits of the narrator without coming right out and stating it. The quote portrays the narrator, Melinda, as slightly shallow or vain, concerned with the "acceptable fashion" and scared to do something she thinks could be interpreted as uncool. The author also shows that Melinda isn't very sociable or good at making friends. She is all alone, looking for either "a friendly face or an inconspicuous corner," indicating that if there isn't

Eyes blinded by raging fury, Daniel's mother marched over to his low, black and white quilted bed and roughly grabbed him by his small, curved ear, decorated by his one small piercing, a circular plain black, matte disc which protruded just a little. It complimented his beautiful, soft hair which was also glossy, badly straightened and yet bought

As “A rose for Emily” by Williams Faulkner is read, it is really questionable as to what is really going on in the story. It is one of those story’s that allows people to think about what is going to happen throughout and during the end of the story because it’s hard to determine where the author is wanting to take his readers. It is really just a story about how depressing of a life Emily has until you reach the very last section of the story and then everything comes together and the story finally makes sense as to why the author wrote the story how he did. People don’t expect the story to turn out like it does because the story comes off in a different manner than how the story winds up in the end.

‘Safe’ she thought, ‘I’m safe’. Her sheets were damp and her hair stuck to her skin, glistening in all its smooth and pale glory. She