The Scent of an Ending More Finalists 2009-2010

the ending of

The Last Golden Girl

by Joe Arends 27 year old, not your average Joe, amateur writer from Chicago

Steps away now, but I can't remember my lines. All this preparation and I've forgotten. I close in, I trip over a loose cobblestone and down I go. I reached out to break my fall and grazed Gerty in the process. The horn sounded.

It wasn't the impact that did her in. It was the 800 pound steel wheel that severed her head and wrapped her intestinal track around the axle.

As I picked myself up, I finally made eye contact with Gerts as her head lay there on the tracks. Her expression was the same as always. What a bitch. Not only will I probably get charged with manslaughter, but I'm going to miss my train and I'm covered in blood. Time to run.

the ending of

The Elephant's Gift, or, Love Among the Carnies

by Karen Beck and Paul Baskett wannabe writers and martial artists who don't wannabe in New England

As the golden orb crested the new-made earth, I reflected back on the night past, an evening of forbidden bliss with my carnie. He had taught me so much, whilst saying so little.

Jumping out of bed to greet the new dawn, my foot plunged into a steaming pile of dung--the elephant's new-laid gift. Whereas before I would have fancied the smell repugnant to my senses, I now believed it the most wondrous and mysterious of perfumes.

I stepped lithely into my hip-waders and strode outside. A new day had dawned! Time to hose down the elephants.

the ending of

On the Fortune of Being Eaten

by Chloe Lunn writer and classical guitarist working on a travelogue, Safe Traveling for Little Blonde Girls

Danae's self confidence soared as a result of becoming an only child. She eventually lost her virginity and even published a romance novel titled, The Fisherman's Find. Mitzie, once she recovered from the shock, found that she never felt so alive. Unburdened by the financial strain of her husband's family, she finally bought sheets with a high enough thread count. Looking around at his family's increased prosperity, Sherwin was sincere when he sighed; "I'm happy, Bunny."

So it was that Mr. Megladon cut and paste an entire family closer together, the irony of which was somehow not entirely lost on him. He lived a very long time and wherever he went he changed the lives of everyone for the better.

the ending of

Centaurella

by Patricia Lawson writes, reads, gardens, while watching grandkids

Her hooves sounded on the mill road, across the bridge, over the river, and through the woods, as she headed home from the quest that had wrung her nearly dry, but not so dry that she could not spare milk for the infant she had plucked, mewling and puking from the pitiful Okie caravan heading west, and tossed onto her broad, piebald back.
Later at leisure, she opened her mouth to let loose a long, triumphal neeeeeeiiighhhhh, then collapsed onto a deep green patch of terra firma, cannons, fetlocks, and pasterns splayed, as she held the mewling manchild (surname Joad) to her until it affixed itself, lichenlike, to her beautiful, brazen, braless beast breast.

the ending of

The Plethora Chronicles

by Miss Suzy Q who lives somewhere and does something; wouldn't you like to know!?

And thus it was that many things happened, as you have seen, in ways both comic and tragic with much irony, yet meaningful to all with lessons to be learned thereby. For such is life.

Could more be said? Certainly. Though not today.

Well, OK, maybe just one more thing: that Ladies will above all be Ladies, and men will be. . . . But, that will all transpire at another time and in another story.

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