The Buttercup Alternate Ending

Looking out at the gray London scenery through his window, Sherlock plays on his violin as he stands silent in thought. Aside from the violin playing and the rain pattering against the glass, the flat was silent and lonesome. John was married to Mary now, as a result he moved out. It has been weeks since the wedding and since Sherlock had a case, it was driving him mad! But, the violin helped calm him down...A little. After Sherlock finished his concerto, he sat down in his chair resting his violin bow off to the side.

After all, he continued on and found Buttercup. His last mission was to fight of Vizzini, who was a very smart. Westley ended up tricking Vizzini, he poisoned both glasses and they agreed to both drink. He then ran off with Buttercup, she still has no clue who this guy is with a black mask. She was scared of him and shoved him down the hill. They continued on and eventually got caught by the Prince Humperdinck. This shows how Westley changed throughout the movie.

From inside we could hear Phineas fall clumsily down the white marble stairs. Everyone stayed calm as we rushed outside to assist him. Finny said he couldn’t move or feel his legs and people started splitting up to go get help and shouting orders. Once the doctors and nurses arrived some of us helped to move him to the infirmary. After what seemed like hours Dr. Stanpole came out to tell us the news. He told us something we never expected. Phineas severed his spine. He was paralyzed from the waist down and would never be able to walk again. He said that Phineas needed rest so everyone should go back to their rooms. Everyone left but I was frozen. It was almost as if I had fallen with Phineas, I couldn’t

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

“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.

Sleepless nights were Everette’s cup of tea since his parents murder. He obtained three jobs in the course of five years: murdering other people's list of victims, taking care of children in a hospital, and researching on finding who the people were responsible for his parents deaths. The last job, being the one he worked his hardest on. Sure, he worked hard killing for money and healing for children and their parents, but he wanted nothing more than to find and kill the ones who murdered his parents and vowed to find them before he lost his own life. The tall male would search far and wide within ranges, contacting people and connecting to find the murderers. Calling in South Carolina, someone tipped him off, giving him a little information that they did know. They didn’t give much, but it was enough for him to get a lead.

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.

Cloud sits in his grandparent's living room, bored out of his mind. In comes his sister, Crystal, and plops down next to him. "Bubby, play with me!" She whines. He smiles at her sweetly. She is quite a bit younger than him; ten years, in fact. She is seven and not past her years of an over-active imagination. He, however, is seventeen and just as imaginative, if not more, than his little sister. He doesn't mind it too much; viewing the world as inspirational and bonding with his much younger sister. In his opinion, the only bad thing is how out of place he is at school. They just don't understand.

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.

Moonlight engulfed the island, concealing its dark nature. An eerie silence hung in the air soon broken by the sound of creepers and faint footsteps. A group of boys emerged out of the thick jungle of shadows, with Jack at the lead and Ralph close behind. They walked duly, pace slowing down by the minute. A cool, dense, fog surrounded them, masking their path ahead. Jack squinted his eyes, trying to adjust his vision to the ever growing fog.

“It’s a beautiful and healthy land , George , It’s unbelievable,” I yelled so loud , like I want the world to know that .

“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?”

About a month ago my sister, Squeaky won first place in a race against her friend Gretchen. My sister and Gretchen decided they would work together and train me to be the best runner out there. So, it begun!

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.

‘’London hasn’t changed,’’ James said under his breath while standing in the shadows, keenly observing guests at the Hargrave ball. Returning to London hadn’t been part of his original plans but he’d little choice in coming, not if he wanted to find a wife. Quickly. And preferably one that hadn’t visited Yorkshire in the last year. Thinking about it want wasn’t the right word to describe his sudden interest in matrimony, need summed it up better.