The Hound 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.

“I heard what you said, fool. Wherever this assassin is, I want you and an army of twenty other guards to hunt him down. Do whatever you can.” Her voice was not delicate anymore, as anger rose from her.

The ending of The Hound of the Baskervilles is not how one would expect a regular novel to end, however, since the beginning of the story started in the same way, the ending was somewhat expected. The story’s expectations are all resolved in the last chapter as we are given explanations for all of the unanswered questions we have gathered over the course of the story as well as gaining some more knowledge on some of the characters, such as Stapleton. We learn his real name is actually Rodger Baskerville and had before lived in South America. Once the case of the hound has been solved, it makes sense to end it with just Holmes and Watson talking, because it gives the reader the perspective that they have now returned to their “normal life” and

The sun shined on him, as it was going down at sunset.Then he saw the glimpse of the beast.Green scales,red eyes,and a broken wing.

He woke up in a dark room. He was numb and dizzy. The figure of a man kept on flickering through his head. He couldn’t move. He had no memory. His whole body was full of pain and agony.

name is Silky Bob, and sadly my best friend, Jimmy Wells, has just arrested me. I thought we were friends he and I, but I guess the law was more important. I looked at the note Jimmy gave me. Then I shed a cold, salty tear on my pale cheek. As I think to myself I ask, is this really happening to me? Did my best friend really arrest me? I turned my head to the driver and asked, “Which prison are we going to?”

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 cold, stone floor underneath caused my body to shiver, and I pulled my bony knees in further to my chest.

One hot day, John Grindullf was moving to a new school. He looked won at his watch. “Oh shoot! I’m going to be late!” John said. He ran up to the field where the entrance was, but he didn’t notice a bag in front of him. John crashed into the bag. John said, “Ow! S-s-sorry about that.”

The next morning Trudy woke me up by tapping me on my shoulder. My eyes fluttered and my mind immediately thought back to us being sister cousins and my eyes popped open. “Wake up sleeping beauty. Did you forget about making breakfast this morning?” Trudy said as she flopped down on my bed. Breakfast was the last thing on my mind, as I looked at Trudy like she was crazy. Half of her hair was braided, and the other half wasn’t. Before I could say anything, Trudy said, “Kandee, I had a crazy dream that you came into my room and told me that we are sisters. Anyway, what time are you going to help me finish braiding my hair?”

As he took the animal back home saw a flash of light in the forest. Being wary of danger, he was instantaneously alert. As he stepped carefully toward the source of the disturbance. As he got closer he heard deep voices speaking in a strange language

“My boyfriend”, Annabeth answered grimly. “He disappeared at the same time when Jason appeared here. If Jason became into camp halfblood…”

Arthur scowled at the boy, hoping, praying that he wasn’t coming to sit by him. He was. Alfred sat down, lunch tray piled with everything and anything unhealthy. And he grinned, and his mouth was still full of metal.

Once upon a time, on a beautiful Sunday morning. Paul decided to convince his friends to go camping. They all agreed and packed their bags thinking it would be fun. They noticed that the nearest camp is 2 hours away from their hometown, but that didn't stop them. When they got to the entrance gate, no one was there, so they just $1 in the cup and continued on their journey.

“Are you sure you weren't followed?”asked Morwen. As Quinn and the small bundle she carried walked briskly into his Cottage soaking wet from the great storm outside.