Final lines....

He kneeled down beside her supine breathless body, the knife had formed an ugly congealed bulge in the skin tight fabric of her dress. Gripping her to him the tears welled in his eyes and all he could see was the bluring wisps of her golden hair as he craddled her head against shuddering chest. Caring for nothing now, he bit down on the poison vial he'd sworn he would never use and waited for the bliss of oblivion to take away the all encompasing agony of loss and grief.
"April fool" he heard her shout as ....
 
Gradually, Aithen came to understand that losing that job was almost the best thing that had ever happened to him; If it wasn't for that damned penguin.



P.S.
And the children never did find out what had ever become of George.

Dave, is this by any chance a remnant from a joke about some politicians going to a grade school to give a speech?
 
It wasn't no, but I think you need to tell the joke now.
It goes something like this:
George W Bush goes to a grade school. After his speach, he allows the children to ask whatever they want. Small boys rose his hand and Bush asks him about his name.
-Stanley, answers the boy. (you can call him George if you want:))
-What do you want to ask Stanley?
-I have four questions, ser.
First, why did the USA attack Iraq without the UN's permission?
Second, why are you the president when Al Gore got more votes?
Third, what actually happened with Osama Bin Ladden?
Fourth, why are we so concerned with gay marriages when half of American's people doesn't have health insurance?

Just at that time, school bell rings. George Bush says that they will continue after the recess. When they all come back, George says:
-Where were we? Ah, yes, it's time for questions. Are there any?
Other boy rose. George asks him for his name.
-Steve. he answers.
-What do you want to ask, Steve?
-Actually, I have six questions.

First, why did the USA attack Iraq without the UN's permission?
Second, why are you the president when Al Gore got more votes?
Third, what actually happened with Osama Bin Ladden?
Fourth, why are we so concerned with gay marriages when half of American's people doesn't have health insurance?
Fifth, why did the last bell ring twenty minutes earlier than usual?
Sixth, where is Stanley?
(Or what had become of Stanley?)
 
Ha ha ha ha ha, Stormlord! This is the final sentence of a short story I wrote recently:

Hallelujah, I saw myself scream at him, looking on from afar in my state of euphoria, hallelujah!
 
for my series i have an absolute shocking last line.. let alone paragraphs which i am sure will be better and more OMFG! then harry potter's or Lord of the rings or anything you can think of ;P but i can't tell it or it would ruin the surprise :D
 
Here's the end of one of my short stories:

I felt a sense of pride over what I've done, she's still warm. I rape her again, my desires fulfilled.

(It's about a serial killer, I'm not writing rape erotica or anything... -_-)
 
Hoppy-Leigh gazed up at her friends, a little dazed from her tumble through the larder door. A bag of rice had split open and there was a dab of whipped cream on her nose.

"Are you all right, Hoppy?" Languid Ted asked her, concerned.

"It must be time for pudding by now," she said and they all laughed, relieved that she seemed just fine after all they had been through.

"Yes, Hoppy-Leigh Tranquist, it's time for pudding now," said Wise Larry sagely.

And they all let Hoppy-Leigh have her afters.
 
As his comrades surrendered, he too lowered his weapon. Raising his hands he backed up against the wall; wondering rather dazedly, if his parents would be told of his death. Of his efforts. Probably not, he realised, as his captors motioned more men towards the stained bricks.

Dad will know, he thought, in a surreal moment as the sun bounced off buttons; bathing the condemned in bright light; and straightened his back. Facing his executioners, he lifted his chin; dad had raised a soldier after all.
 
Daisybee : very good. Sad to think there are people that would act that way though
 
Keirn wept as he watched the survivors clambering through the wreckage; it was over, finally it was over. He scrubbed a hand over his face, dashing away the tears, when a familiar whisper rasped from the back of his skull, dripping like liquid Oh-two down his spine.

"You've done well, Keirn; but you forgot one thing."
 
He poured the top back on the flask of metallic paint, picked up his chisel and laughed. "Let's see them get that 'sword' out of the stone."
 
A First Class stamp and her scruffy handwriting, scrawled on the plain white envelope; tears splashed the ink and he stared out the window; wondering if he'd read it and knowing at once he never could.
 
The transformation had begun: soon, no trace of humanity would be left, and he couldn't decide if that was a bad thing or not.
 
Red stars burst against the black heavens, and he squinted as they flashed; smiling despite the heat.

Guy Fawkes night had always been a favourite of his.
 
"And that," he said, looking down at the smouldering remains of the defeated robot, "is why I'll never get married."
 

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