Ezana Alternate Ending Essay

“I’m sorry Wolfgang I can not, my friend has asked me to has asked me to meet him at the fence. I believe he could help us get out of here, but I will not try to give away my ideas of freedom.”

Livia tried not to put any thoughts toward her husband's new acquisition. The dark haired man fought like a caged animal and seemed always at the ready to lunge for anyone's throat, with a quiet sort of anger that was hard to detect. She was a bit frightened of him to be sure yet she also was... curious. Where did one find such a creature, thrown into the Abyss and pulled back a changed man? She never asked of the men and women her husband found in the market when they arrived in their service, aside from a few of the body slaves who she became close with.

True enough, he acted more sophisticated than her harbor friends and besides that, the adoration he lavished upon her, certainly held Lelia’s interest, as did his savoir-faire.

"she always looks like that" I quietly tell myself so I won't worry later on.

"Abigor soon had a newborn without my knowing, and had no need for his first son anymore. He never gave me notice of this, so I continued to watch after the boy for no purpose. I could have returned to my previous home and wouldn't have to stay in this abominable world any longer." I growl, shifting my position on the chair.

“Thank you,” Kurapika whispered, and Leorio could almost see the invisible weight he’d been carrying around his neck lift, somewhat. “Seriously, Leorio. Thank you so much. But I’m still paying for you this. I can’t not, in good conscience.”

“I don’t know,” I told her. It was an easy way out, a way to not have any more worries pile up. She shot me a look, that I unfortunately

After leaving the big house Percy and I went down to the lake and sat down at the end of the pier. No words were needed as we simply sat there with our fingers entwined and my head on his shoulder. Eventually we stood up and walked back towards the cabins. When we got to his cabin I gave him a peck on the cheek murmured a quick goodbye and headed to my cabin. Thankfully after everything that has happened, I had learned to keep a packed backpack at all times so I simply added a few more books and got ready for bed.

At midnight he awoke. He said to Enkidu, “What happened? Did you touch me? Did a god pass by?

It was dark all around Naruto. The darkness wasn’t terribly frightening. No, it was calming—the light reminded him all to well of the flickering of the villagers’ torches.

The girl was stunned when Hajime came back through her abundant dirty blond hair her red eyes stared at Hajime. Hajime got irritated with her lack of response. “Hey. Are you listening? If you are not going to talk, I’m leaving.” As he said that he turned heel. Surprised, she gathered herself and begun telling the reason for her sealing.

One area of literature emphasized during the Modernist era was the inner struggle of every man. Novels written before the 20th century, such as Moll Flanders and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, dealt with external conflict, a conflict the reader could visualize in an action. Along with other writers of Bohemian Paris, Ernest Hemingway moved away from this process and began using outward actions as symbols for the inner conflict dwelling inside the protagonist. Hemingway's short story The End of Something is an example of how trite dialogue and simple descriptions accentuate the mental strife of the character Nick.

“I don’t doubt you will Angel.” Kylar offered me a genuine smile and I returned it. Both of us blinked and looked away in opposite directions. A rather peaceful silence spread between us and I looked up just as he did,

“Zach use your senses”, Who was speaking in his head? Was it Mr. Herbert, because he never knew where that old man would turn up. He scanned his surrounding and saw a man sitting inside a hotel room with a gun pointed at the senators head. This shot would not miss. He ran to push the presidential candidate but got pushed away by something and the gun blasted 4 times. 2 of them missed, 2 of them found its target. But the senator did not lay hurt, but in front of him layed Tom Harriman. “Nooo!” Zach cried, he couldn’t lose his father again. But Mr. Herbert came out of nowhere and took his father and started to run away. “No, not again. You won’t take him from me again.” Zach ran after him and found Mr. Herbert on the ground crying

I knocked softly. A few suspenseful moments later the door opened just a crack. Eugene’s mother opened the door, and looked me up and down. She suddenly got a mean look on her face and said “yes?” in a tone that sounded like she did not care.