Twilight Alternate Ending

Montag and the gang reach the ruins of the city that they once called home. Montag says “This is all that is left of our world now, we must make our own existence.” As he pronounces his leadership of the clan he hears a familiar voice. “Guy!” cries Mildred as she climbs into the arms of the man she onced loved with all her heart. “Mildred, I thought you were dead. I thought the atomic bomb killed you!” Granger asks politely, “Who is this woman and what does she have to do with you?” Montag responds “Her name is Mildred Montag and she is my wife.” Granger puts his hand out as a show of respect and she shakes it firmly. “Ok, Mildred here comes the hard part are you going to accept the fact that books are going to help us rebuild this city?” Mildred responds “Yes, I do think that books will help us rebuild the city.”

Out in the yard, Allie saw a few faces she recognized, including Brandy Ingalls and Jeanette Ingalls Thomaston- Jeanette looked pale and the color of the gown she wore only served to wash out her complexion even more. Allie wondered if she looked as pale as Jeanette did. She assumed Jeanette’s paleness was due to her husband’s departure to serve the Cause, as everyone was now calling the War with the North. When she alighted from the carriage, the tension

It was the year 1922 and life hadn’t been this good in a while, times had taken a big change for the best. In Manhattan, New York, there were extravagant parties every weekend; the whole city shows up and doesn't leave until they see the sun. There was once this wealthy family living right in the middle of the roaring twenties. There was a mom, a dad, an older sister named Alice, and a younger sister named Anna. Alice loved to go to all of the huge parties, meet new people, and not come home until the morning. Every time Alice would get ready to go out for the night, Anna would watch her get ready as if she was picturing that was herself. Anna looked up at her sister and wanted to do everything she did. Alice had been talking about this party for a long time, and the night

Slender, yet tenderly framed, set against a backdrop of greenish tinged bald cypress trees, the yellow paint color gave it the appearance of being a peaceful, serene home. It was tall and elegant- its intricate ironwork along the balcony and lower porches, reminded Thomas of houses he had seen in New Orleans. He was thinking of renting it as a temporary residence for him and Allie to live in while they were in Charleston. He was still hesitant about taking her with him on his frequent outings where lately he had to slip out through Elliot’s Cut, to the Stona River and then out to the Atlantic from there to keep Yankee patrols from catching him. For the past three days, they had stayed aboard the Spitfire, sleeping, eating, talking, and making

Cho and the so-called ‘stranger’ faced each other, eyes widened, and mouths agape,” …Keiichi… Sensei?” Cho gasped,” Katsumo? What are you doing here?” Keiichi interrogated. The schoolgirl was speechless,” I never thought that a fragile thing like you, would be in a tournament, that isn’t a place for children,” Keiichi joked, crossing his arms. Cho eyed the burnt, dismantled right arm,” I know…It was you, who attacked last night, wasn’t it?!” She spoke, with anger in her voice. Keiichi smirked,” I do not deny it. I thought, if I had destroyed you all, I would be successful in winning this damn tournament, more quickly. But instead, that disgusting zombie had to backfire my plan!” The man finally snapped, his dark eyebrows furrowing. Cho asked

Dawn’s early morning light crept over the city, the various shades of amber emanating from the horizon bringing life to the shapeless skyline. Outside Booker’s apartment, the resident sparrows began their morning song of joy, their cheerful chirrup filtering through the dark-haired officer’s dream, pulling him toward consciousness. Moments later, his alarm sounded, the annoying bee-dee-dee-deep, bee-dee-dee-deep shattering what remained of his slumber. With a sigh, he rolled over and hit the off button, returning peace to the cramped room, and stifling a yawn, he speculated about the upcoming day. He’d arranged to meet Tom at the abandoned warehouse before school so they could discuss strategies. But after the previous night’s events, he wasn’t sure where their friendship

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.

By 3 pm the English fortifications, which incorporated the 47th foot and the first Marines, had arrived, and the English were prepared to walk Brigadier General Pigot's power, assembling quite recently south of Charlestown town, were taking setbacks from expert sharpshooter fire, and Howe approached Chief naval officer Graves for help with getting out the riflemen. Graves, who had anticipated such a plausibility, requested combustible shot discharged into the town, and afterward sent an arrival gathering to set shoot to the town. The smoke surging from Charlestown loaned a practically dreamlike background to the battling, as the breezes were with the end goal that the smoke was kept from the field of

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.

Ken interlaced his hands behind his head and stretched back into the woven hammock. He alone was on the boat in the hot breezes of the Amazon. He dreamed of his fiancé back home. Then his mind switched to the mission trip God led him to do here in Brazil. The Captain and the other man traveling with Ken had gone through the jungle to a village along the Amazon, but he was enjoying a little down time before heading out. Ken drug his hand across his forehead and looked up. I should probably get ready to assist the other missionaries soon, he thought. Sweat was a constant visitor as a result of the humidity of Brazil. He jumped up in anticipation of the journey lying ahead, and he gathered some supplies. Ken slipped on his Teva sandals and strapped his feet in. Before leaving the boat, he knelt down and said a prayer for safety.

We had been walking together for a while now, for the forest had become dim and haunting; something about the moonlight made the trees appear taller and more threatening, as if a step on the wrong path would send sharp branches down unto some poor soul. The roots on the ground were alive, twisting and bending like snakes waiting for you to stop paying attention so they could pull you down into the Earth. The sounds of rustling leaves were horrific monsters who lusted after your flesh; the cold breeze came from the shadows to steal your warmth and blanket you in goosebumps. I hoped it would be this way. The moonlight perfectly illuminated Maria’s face, and on it I could easily read fear and apprehension; she could sense danger, just like all

Draco walked down the spiral staircase on his way to Potions. He was studying every night until midnight for his final exam. Today, he wasn't feeling his best. It wasn't due to lac of hours in sleep, but yesterday afternoons walk by the Black Lake where he got bitten by a Mackled Malaclaw. He visited the Hospital Wing and was told that he would have to live out the feelings of feeling unlucky. To his extent, this worried him. Today was his last exam, and he knew from this venom he would not be lucky. This would affect the situation because he had to go through the exam feeling this way. The only way to handle this event is to try to steer his emotions away from the feeling of being unlucky. So, he placed his mind onto the content he studied

In the beginning there was only Darkness. He controlled everything and anything, but nothing at the same time. There was nothing to control except Darkness: himself. Darkness had a smug grin, a long black cloak, and the laugh of a villain. He loved the dark and wanted nothing else but for everything to be dark forever.

Awkward. It is difficult to act when she’s around. He finds it difficult to breathe, difficult to think, difficult to move a single muscle. The point is that: he does not want to find himself under her scrutiny. Consequently, his frustration is bound to be never-ending. But why should he feel awkward in the first place? Why should he stress about this? She’s clearly the one at fault for having the audacity to still be the most beautiful girl that he knows, even after breaking his heart.

“Ah, so you’re the trouble-maker.” Mr. Ping-Pong wrinkled his nose. “Are you going to try me, boy?”