The Flying Castle Alternate Ending

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

Lord of the Flies has many important themes and with an alternate ending, there are many new concepts for a theme introduced. Lord of the Flies has the theme of civilization versus savagery, which can be seen through Jack and Ralph. There are many similarities between the alternate ending and the original ending, but there are also many differences that can be noted. Lord of the Flies is a complex novel with a complex ending that can be analyzed to find the deeper meaning.

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.

It was Lydia's birthday, a beautiful Saturday evening, and the entire pack had gathered to attend her annual bash. Derek had even, after consulting with Deaton, given his betas each a small amount of wolfsbane extract to put in their drinks.

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.

Ralph refuses to kill the girl. Sal thinks they should kill her. He convinces Ralph it’s the best thing to do. They hear Jenny scream. Sal goes to get her, but he also sees the dead bodies. Jenny is gone. Ralph hears Sal scream. Jenny jumps out with the axe. A struggle erupts. Sal appears to be possessed. Ralph stabs him. Sal dies. Jenny goes after Ralph and hacks off his limbs. She calls her mother to tell her that she’s coming after her next for letting her be violated by soul hungry

May was sitting in the park when a boy raced past her on a horse and almost trampled her. She glared after him until she saw a familiar drawing, hanging out of his bag. He slowed the horse and jumped off, tethering it to a tree nearby. As he sat down, he pulled a newspaper out of his bag and she saw the outline again, falling out of the bag with the newspaper. She was confident that it was Princess X.

She grabbed the teen by the arm, “We are going in, but under a cloaking spell. I need to know what is going on.” They disappeared from the street and then invisibly reappeared inside the building.

Lennie watched as the Frog bounded between the Lilly pads on the water, he saw the frog’s eyes dart suddenly, as it sensed its prey was near. It sank under the water and let the current pull it down stream and then suddenly it jumped out of the water like a cork comes out of a wine bottle, its eyes gleamed and its tongue darted out of its mouth and in a flash the fly was gone. “That’ll be me in a sec” mumbled Lennie hopelessly. There was a faint buzzing sound then the frog was gone as quickly as it had come. Silence once again fell on the river much to Lennie’s disappointment, he liked not having to think of the mornings happenings.

Me and Ponyboy felt like of that walls of that old church where going to eat us it just felt like we have been there for millions and millions of years.But the thing that my myself stay calm was that i was not alone my best friend was right there with me (Ponyboy).No matter where i was or what have i done in the past the sunset will always be there, always there for me. When the sunset was in his point i used that time to say how beautiful mother nature is how she treats us. After all, finally Dally came and took us out of that old and painful church that felt like a jell for criminals that do not have forgiveness.

The head scientist, Travis, ran to open the door after one of the others said it looked like a human boy. The second the door opened, every occupant of the room heard what sounded like a distress call in their minds. No one knew what language it was in, but they could tell whatever was making it was in trouble.

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

He began to perspire. "Where are your father and mother?"The children looked up and smiled. "Oh, they'll be here directly." "Good, we must get going." but then Mr.McClean heard loud scream coming from the nursery. He run to the nursery as fast as he could. While Peter and wandy ran after him, she yelled at Mr.McClean to not open the door.As he slammed the door open, he saw the lions closing in on George Hadley and his wife and he yelled “Mr and Ms handly are you okay?” and then he turned to the kids behind him and told them to command the nursery to shut it down.” They are your parents; they raised you, fed you and most importantly, they loved you! Are you two really that heartless to try to kill them

The human gut microbiome has appeared in some recent studies to be a potential reason for why 180 million children worldwide suffer stunting, a case in which the child can become mentally retarded or infected with diseases. Even with malnourishment, the right balance of gut microbiomes can lead to a healthy growth, while their imbalance can lead to stunting. William Petri, Jr. worked on infants in Bangladesh for years with his team, but the team was not successful to utilize the dietary supplements to counteract malnourishment. However, William has found the results about gut microbiomes to be enlightening. He teamed up with Tahmeed Ahmed and Jeffrey Gordon to examine stool samples from different Bangladeshi infants and compared the results

As the least highlighted character in “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”, Honey is deliberately the most overlooked. Albee initially describes her as a “rather plain”, “petite blonde girl” who is about twenty-six years old. Unlike any other hair color, blonde locks have a distinct stereotypical association: the lack of intelligence. Though seemingly unimportant, this description is essential to the audience’s understanding of Honey. Her stage directions are the most simplistic of the four, revealing a parallel in that of her mental nature. She is also described as “plain”. This specific adjective demonstrates both her ordinary appearance as well as how her thoughts and actions are easily perceived by others. Edward Albee discloses such an abridged