Write An Alternate Ending Of An Enduring Love Story

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

engaged, after which Tom does not receive the full story, and leaves directly after. Therefore,

Once the couple is married and out of Mrs. Crater?s sight, however, Tom?s carefully crafted façade falls away. He leaves his deaf and quite possibly retarded bride asleep in a diner, her pink-gold hair prompting the boy behind the counter to murmur in awe, ?She looks like an angel of Gawd.? (154) He causes a young hitchhiker to flee his car after passionately pining after his mother and wishes for the Lord to ?Break forth and wash the slime from this earth!? (156)

Tom’s infidelity in his marriage clearly expresses his views about his wife, Daisy. In seeking an affair, he conveys that Daisy is deficient and not worthy of devotion. Daisy knows of his affairs, but because of the time period and their social class, she is helpless to do anything. As a woman in the 20th century, it would destroy Daisy to divorce Tom, even though the entirety of New York knows about Tom’s affair.

Returning from his party that Saturday, my thoughts began to wander to him, Jay Gatsby… A name that I had once held dearer than any other. He was my solider, but quickly becoming lost in the war, I failed to keep what we once had. I was oblivious to whether he would even return alive let alone make something of himself as he has done now. I was always encouraged to marry into, as my mother would describe “illustrious families”. I was never really given any other option or objective to strive for. Tom seemingly ticked every box that was ever created for someone like me, and as it happened, for a moment in time it appeared perfect. I would be lying if I said that I never loved him. We have shared dear, dear moments, heartwarming and precious. However, I have concluded; all that is good must come to an end, and quickly Tom began to stray from the vows that we once spoke. In many ways, his morals began to slowly deteriorate. But still, despite Tom’s infidelity, the style of my life continues to bubble with prosperity like the champagne spilt most nights. Affluence, influence, freedom.

“I saw them in Santa Barbara when they came back, and I thought I’d never seen a girl so mad about her husband. If he left the room for a minute she’d look around uneasily, and say: “Where’s Tom gone?” and wear the most abstracted expression until she saw him coming in the door. She used to sit on the sand with his head in her lap by the hour, rubbing her fingers over his eyes and looking at him with unfathomable delight. It was touching to see them together — it made you laugh in a hushed, fascinated way. That was in August. A week after I left Santa Barbara Tom ran into a wagon on the Ventura road one night, and ripped a front wheel off his car. The girl who was with him got into the papers, too, because her arm was broken

Lila lay on her bed staring at the ceiling thinking over the events of the evening. The more she recalled, the more she was mortified for acting like a love sick, slobbering idiot in front of not only the most beautiful man she’d ever met, but he was her best friends cousin of all things! Lila groaned, burying her head into her pillow. She tried to console herself by thinking she would never see him again. She could avoid him by simply not going back there. It wouldn’t be too difficult to do. She would never have the guts to venture to a club like that on her own. This is exactly the reason that Rachael had taken her there. Lila was trying to convince herself he was charming to all the ladies. He worked at a night club. Of course he would

Once given the chance, he reached over to her drink, slipping in a fine powder he had crushed before hand, into her drink. Making sure she was still turned and the bartender wasn’t looking, he stirred her drink before returning to his own, taking a sip. Watching her through hooded eyes, a very slight grin turned on his lips as she took a few drinks of her alcoholic beverage. Now all he had to do was wait it out. Once she was droggy enough from the predator drug, he would take her away from the bar to a far off place that civilization didn’t know of. Most men would rape on this particular drug, but he had other plans, wanting to keep her asleep and droggy enough to ride the bike with a stranger as well as get her to the private place with ties to a chair before the drug wore off. Everette continued to watch her every move, not wanting to get her hurt from someone else's hands besides his

I think we all know that Trevor isn't going to last. I don't have a problem with him at all and I think it's nice that the writers introduced the trans community but I don't understand the whole point of Ian/Trevor thing. Why? Why can't they just be friends? This is sorta like the Fiona/Jake-Jimmy-Steve-Joe-Bob situation.

One night Bob was walking with his friends. They all said let’s go into this walkway and see whats behind there. Bob said no but then the friends started walking. So Bob went with because he didn't want to be left in the dark. So Bob went into the walkway. Bob couldn't find his friends Bob yelled and yelled but no one replied. So Bob kept on walking he heard something he stopped. Bob stepped on a branch but it wasn't broken. Bob looked he thought he found a pair of glowing eyes. Bob wanted to turn around but he couldn't see the path. He tripped Bob found one of his friends dead in the path. He thought “someone must have killed him and if not then something”. So bob kept on walking he heard something moving. Bob stopped he looked and he tripped and he looked

Tom was everything she wanted, rich, wealthy, and high class. He had an air of elegance and masculinity. Infatuated, she builds a life with him, and when he starts an affair, she doesn’t mention anything of it as she still has his

Romantic elements are used in this short story and the audience can point them out very quickly. First, the reader can see how Tom Walker values his own

Zach felt the glare from the store-manager who'd stood behind the sales counter as he handed over the signed copy of Infidelity, unhappy that he'd just have her a sale, but the man didn't care. He'd just himself a sale as well, but it was worth it for the smile on the woman's face as she thanked him for it. A smile that he could become accustomed to, and despite his rattling on, she'd appeared to enjoy the conversation as much as he had. Although, to be honest, it started out with an ulterior motive, to gather her thoughts on what she'd though of his - Lauren Austin's work - he'd soon found the chit chat coming naturally, and had forgotten why he'd approached her in the first instance. Although, he couldn't help the teasing, that was just the

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

The sun is going down; even so I still can see through her mesmerizing eyes pleading to me for the nth time. Hope this is not true, hoping that all of my statement is nothing, like I just want to tease her with my joke, one of my really bad jokes, and after that we could be all together and feel the other presence as always. But these 3 years we had shared together, all moments we could not forget easily, will become our last secret, which others wouldn’t know. Nothing had come from my mouth, as well as her. Nothing but a plea.