The Runaway Alternate Ending

Insane Asylums in the 1920-1930’s were disturbing places to live. Men and women were held in different wards, each ward had up to fifty patients (D’Antonio). Patients lived incredibly close to one another. Not one patient knew what

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.

Asylums of the 20th century were deplorable places created for insane people because of the ignorance of the medical community about helping or treating the mentally ill, the way the asylums were use to get the insane out of the way, and the sheer fact that the hospitals felt the need to withhold the information about what was going on inside the institutions from the public. Some Americans today may believe that in the last few decades we had treated our patients suffering with mental illness with dignity and respect. However, the conditions in which many of them lived and the treatment they received were worse than that of animals. Treatments of these patients were so inhumane that, in Athens, Ohio, an asylum nicknamed the Ridges, a female patient named Margaret Schilling disappeared from one of the active wards. Schilling went missing on December 1, 1978, and on January 12, 1979, her body was found on an abandoned top floor of ward N. 20. The ward had been used for sick, infectious patients, and had been abandoned for years. When searching for Schilling, employees had forgotten to search in ward N. 20. Eventually, when Schilling was found, a maintenance man discovered her body lying on the floor in front of a window. Her body had been laying there for several weeks unattended. According to Carolyn M. Zimmerman, Ünige A. Laskay, and Glen P. Jackson, her body was left laying for so long that it had begun to rot and had left a stain that can still be seen today. This

Christopher Payne’s Asylum: Inside the Closed World of State Mental Hospitals, is the result of a seven-year survey of America 's vast and mostly abandoned mental institutions of the late 19th century (Payne & Sacks, 2009). Payne’s artistic eye captures images of numerous institutions throughout America and the abandonment that followed. Photographs which display an architectural perspective of 19th Century medicine and, as a by-product, the country’s early history of care for the mentally ill. The buildings he visited were obviously designed for a specific purpose, at a particular time, with a unique architecture to be displayed. Payne’s photographs in Asylum capture a period in the history of American healthcare. Palatial institutions proudly exemplifying the moral treatment of those impacted by mental health issues. Perhaps, Payne captured the images of buried streets, peeling paint from grand entryways, and of infrastructure now being reclaimed by nature, as a reflection of the state of mental health care today.

Once the mother turned on the tv all you heard was screaming. The mom screamed ”look what it's doing!!!!” her husband to come down stairs. When he came down stairs he was frightened. The Dad replied by saying “We need to move” the Mom and Dad started packing up their clothes,and all their supplies. Once they were all packed it was too late. It was already in there city. The parents sat down on the couch. The Mom screamed we're all going to die!!. The bus arrived at there house. There kids bursted through the door,crying their eyes out. They ran and hugged their parents. After a while they calmed down and watched the tv. The Mom was mostly scared about its huge feet. The dad wasn't worried about the feet he was scared on its teeth. The son asked why it was stomping on all the buildings. The

On the fiftieth day I was at the mental institution, my usual routine abruptly was broken. I was listening to my favorite song, Heureux Tous Les Deux by Frank Alamo, three of the health care workers walked into my room with the director of the hospital, Dr. James Roxton. Dr. Roxton, a very serious man, was in a furious manner and screamed at me “In all this time since you’ve been in my care, you have not improved! Not even the slightest! It is time to escalate your therapy.”

Phil was anxious, to say the least. He’s been waiting forever to 'pop’ the question, but has never found out the right way to do it. He decided it’s easier to do it now, rather than later, plus, new years is a pretty good time to propose, right? Phil didn’t doubt that Dan would say yes, but that didn’t really calm his nerves, he still had that awful feeling in his stomach (and no, he didn’t drink too much milk, maybe…). He talked to Louise about it, who was excited when she found out his plan, about everything with the anxiousness, and she said it was normal to have the jitters before doing something as big as offering someone to be your life-long partner (well, unless if they got divorced, but Phil didn’t really want to think of that right now).

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.

Alice begins by startling at the sight of the Cat sitting on a tree bough, while the Cat only grins at Alice. As dear Alice asks for advice on which way she ought to continue, the Cat claims, “if you do not know where you want to end up, then surely it does not matter which way you go” (Carroll 49). This simplistic view of decision making plays on the complexity that humans weave into simple decisions of everyday life. Alice’s confusion is spotlighted by this overtly simple take on decisions, and her confusion can then be tied to the absence of a concrete identity. The Cat proceeds to reveal that in Wonderland, “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad,” and this awareness and acceptance of “the fury” within himself further serves to bold Alice’s insecurity (Carroll 49). Perhaps, if Alice knew who she was to others – and to herself – in Wonderland, she would not deny the madness of Wonderlands creatures, including

I hastily fled to my newest place of work. I had inhabited the world with a second creation. This demon, though a woman, was more terrifying and hideous than the first. A monstrous creature created only for longing of a new beginning. A world where I would forget this horrible deed I had bestowed upon the universe. I had only promised my first creation a companion, not a family. His companion would never get the chance to conceive, for no more demons will wreak havoc upon mankind. I fled knowing the creature was close looking for what I had promised him.

Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a family of four, a mother, father, and their two children. Every morning they were woken up by an evil, disgusting creature who would bang on their doors and ring in their ears. This happened to everyone in the town for years until one day we had had enough and we decided to fight the monster.

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.