In Humanities class today, there was an assignment to read a short story and then write our own ending to this vaguely ended story.
Here's mine:
Tom has lost all of his hope. He feels as though he will never make it across this river, so why try once more? As his breaths get farther and farther apart, his body feels weaker with each passing second. The water which had previously just reached Tom's wounded leg was creeping up higher and higher. His life felt like it was slipping away as he gave one last kick to the horse's flanks. He would be a forgotten soul, he thought, as he gripped tighter on the horse's neck. Tom muttered some last words to his horse, then slowly slipped out of conciousness. The water was reaching just to his neck, and gradually began to lower. As Tom's cold, still hands still gripped onto the horse's back, Carol approached wishing Tom could've made it like the horse did.
Here's mine:
Tom has lost all of his hope. He feels as though he will never make it across this river, so why try once more? As his breaths get farther and farther apart, his body feels weaker with each passing second. The water which had previously just reached Tom's wounded leg was creeping up higher and higher. His life felt like it was slipping away as he gave one last kick to the horse's flanks. He would be a forgotten soul, he thought, as he gripped tighter on the horse's neck. Tom muttered some last words to his horse, then slowly slipped out of conciousness. The water was reaching just to his neck, and gradually began to lower. As Tom's cold, still hands still gripped onto the horse's back, Carol approached wishing Tom could've made it like the horse did.
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