The Year of the Hangman Final Assignment
How did it end?
I know that is what a lot of you are wondering. Here’s your chance to offer your own answer.
This week your comment needs to be an alternate ending to The Year of the Hangman.
- Tell us how you would change the ending.
- Tell us what happens to the various characters.
- What happens to George Washington?
- What happens to Creighton, Uncle Hugh, Sophie, Old Ben?
- Your ending, your way.
- ONE RULE, your ending must logically follow the train of thought and plot that led up to it. You can not write something that does not seem plausible based on what happened. It has to make sense and fit into the story.
- Have fun with this. You earned it.
This is your chance to write an alternate ending, be creative and good luck.
Maybe the author will make a comment or two about your alternate endings. You should like to proof it thoroughly before posting it. Have a friend or family member read it for errors prior to typing it into a comment.
Jessica K. P.6
It turns out the Americans defeated the british at the conclusion of the Revolutionary War. America is now recognized as an independent nation with the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
“So, from what I see you’ve sided with the Americans”, Harry Brown inferred with abrupt seriousness. Creighton glanced in confusion from the card laid out across the table. His father’s expression remained hard as stone. Accompanied with a nervous gulp, Creighton finally mustered the courage to ask, “and who’s side are you on?” Harry broke into a boistrous burst of laughter that seem to drag on forever. “Once a traitor, always a traitor”, Harry continued absently, “like father, like son.”
“What?” Exactly what his father meant or how he knew was beyond his knowledge. At that very moment, the door busted down, sending splinters and debris flying. Creighton jumped from his seat as a small mass of soldiers entered, armed. They began to seize Creighton and he desprately seeked his fathers eyes who devistatingly sat calm and collected.
Creighton awoke concealed in a small, dim-lighted cell and it took him a few moments to contemplate the figure before him. “Hmm, you really thought you would get away with this”, Franklin continued in a strange, casual tone. No words could describe, no words could escape his lips, nothing he could say could express his emotions and thoughts. So many questions raced through his mind.
“We know everything, Creighton”, you’re nothing but a spy, a liar.”
“What?!” Creighton objected. His animosity skyrocketing. “I saved your life!” He tried to stand but shackles restrained him. “An act, another one of your acts”.
“An act? Yo-” Franklin cut him off, “Nothing you can say can convince me otherwise. The penalty is death, you shall be hung.”
“Hung.” Creighton’s voice was barely audible, but quickly escalated to a roar, “I know where my loyalties lie! I am on the A-M-E-R-I-C-A-N-S side!”
“Exactly”
Summary for Book I:
The book leaves off by Creighton and his father Harry Brown have reunited and things have gotten better. Peter moves in with Sophie, Creighton, and Harry Brown into Benjamin Franklin’s dwelling. Sophie has put the past behind her and has forgiven Creighton on how he left the Printing shop. Harry Brown recuperates after his ailment with malaria. Creighton and his father work together operating on The Liberty Tree. Creighton is the Editor-in-chief while his father has the job of being his subordinate. Peter contributes to the house by doing diverse amount jobs for the citizens in the town.
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Introduction
Book II: Chapter 1
It was 20 years after the escape from the fort from Pensacola. Everyone has been busy at work Sophie still continues to practice at her lessons. It was a rainy day in Louisiana and Creighton was his domain after his sudden stop of his card game. His father Harry Brown has just entered his dwelling in Benjamin Franklin’s house.
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As Creighton picked up the rest of his cards when his father had sauntered in. “Creighton you’ve stopped playing your game”, Harry questioned. Creighton retorted with uneasiness in his voice. “I wanted to do something else; this game was not what I had in mind”. Harry was bewildered by Creighton’s answer, doesn’t Creighton experience tranquility by his father’s presence. All of a sudden there was abrupt gust of wind that seeped its way through the window like a gun powder smoke elevating up someone’s nostrils. As the chill ran down Harry’s spine, Harry had experience this precise feeling when he was going to be caught by the British. But it soon vanished. Creighton had gone down stairs to start working on the printing press there was a knock at the door.
Creighton ambled toward the door and vigilantly opened it. The mysterious man stood tall, he wore a dark trench coat and in his bellowing voice asked to come in. Creighton had difficulty trying to do, who was this person, this stranger telling him what to do. Sophie came meander out of the kitchen, she bunged in her tracks and holding the tray of tea in her hands asking, “Creighton, 1dont à la porte”. Creighton hesitated should he open the door, what would happen if he did?“2Ce qui ne va pas Creighton”, portrayed concerned Sophie.
Creighton open the door even though inside he wanted to shut that door right in front of this guys face. Sophie was calm she walked towards Creighton and ask him if he was alright. Creighton responded with a yes. She then went to greet the stranger, “Bonjour”. The stranger had seated himself on a sat near the printing press he was very fairly fellow even with his bellowing voice; he inaudibly observed the room his head rotated around the room. As he did he would sip some tea? There was nothing Sophie and Creighton could do. They were questioning of his being here, what did he want. The stranger detached his coat first you saw his uniform it was blue as in the American Army, the rebels.
As he went farther of taking his coat off, you could distinguish his gray and curly. His spoke he introduced himself as George Washington. Harry Brown’s steps through the corridor were heard from downstairs. His shadow followed down as he ambled. Creighton was speechless he had nonentity to say he had heard rumors of him being dead but seeing him in the flesh that was beyond his dreams. Harry Brown reached down stairs he couldn’t believe his eyes he hunted to converse but the words lodged in his mouth. “Monsieur le Président Washington en vie, mais comment?” shouted Sophie. How did Washington survive?
Washington was content of all that was happening. He motioned his hand in an inviting sense to everyone to grab a seat to tell them his survival which was all Washington could do. Creighton and Sophie were a bit resistant they did not whether to trust Washington. But Henry Brown was trusting of Washington; his antipathy for the British made him unite with the rebels and become a traitor to his with the British. He persuaded them to listen.
So Washington continued with his story of his survival. He began, “As my troops retreated I took my horse to ride after them to fight.” “FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT” I yelled to my men, but they would not listen. The British were hot on our trail, their horses trampled the men as they ran. I could hear them yelling and screaming of agony. Coming from the distance, there were hundreds of British soldiers we knew we were out numbered there was nothing I or the remaining troops could do. When the silence remerged from the warfare it was a gruesome sight dead, human flesh covered the land. I was knocked of my horse by a graze gunshot. I was disgusted by my men’s retaliation against the British.
I slowly walked through the woods with dead rebels and Britain’s men dead as well. This Army has brought the worst out of us. I soon met my match when a Britain General came my way I had only my sword, I had to react fast standing behind the tree, the smell of rotting flesh filled the air. His horse was close I could feel the vibrations becoming stronger. One quick glance and I thrust my sword slicing his throat. As I watched the blood seeping down his uniform, his eyes went blank. I alone in this battlefield many men dead, captured, or retreated to safe places.
I found a near by town and took refuge there. I received this coat from a woman whom gave me a hot meal and a place to sleep for a while. I then left for new ground hoping in search of understanding what had to rebels, America. As you see me hear, I have often read Franklin’s paper The Liberty Tree and was exposed to the secret codes that lie within. I’ve read about his Funeral I am sorry for missing it. We had loss a valuable person, one whom we should never forget. That is where I sought off to. I am here”, proclaimed Washington.
“What do you plan to do?” asked Creighton
“I have no idea, I have no army, no weapons”, sigh Washington
“I will have to take early retirement “, answered Washington
“There is nothing we could do”, said Washington.
MohammedN
Moshe 3rd period
5/11/08 Alternate Ending
Year of the Hangman Chronicles
It’s been a week since the rebellion now and everything seems normal. Creighton, Sophie, and Peter are now running the print shop and have already improved it. They‘ve been selling so much that they could not believe was possible back when Dr. Franklin was around. Mostly because of the rebellion issues, which were supplied with information by Creighton and Peter, people have been buying it. People are still wondering about Washington and Arnold. Creighton and Peter left out Arnold on purpose since he left.
Harry now lives Creighton and Sophie and works in the print shop. The next day everything went horribly wrong though. Creighton and Sophie woke up the next morning expecting to sell the biggest hit in newspaper history with out breaking a sweat. That is until they couldn’t find Peter and Harry. Creighton and Sophie ran the machines and sold the copies until 6:00 on the dot.
Just then as Sophie and Creighton were about to head to bed after dinner “it” happened. There was a loud shot fired, that could’ve been heard from around the world. Creighton and Sophie ran outside to find everyone screaming and running in terror as they were chased by what terrified Creighton the most. It was the British being lead by his so called “dead” Uncle on horses. Creighton immediately grabbed Sophie and a horse and rode away as fast as possible. Only to find his father bumping in to him. Harry told them how the British came back, they killed Arnold, Peter, and how the whereabouts of Washington was gone.
So they left on a boat down the river where trouble was even worse. They were surrounded by British vessels and were separated. They tortured them to the brink of death. They first killed Harry with a sword and then killed Sophie. Creighton was last because his Uncle wanted the honor of killing him. Luckily though Creighton escaped the vessel and was never seen again. Some people say that the British caught him or that he ran all the way back home. Some even said he was hanged and they called it “the Year of the Hangman”.
One week later
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Creighton decided to go back to his mother’s house in England. The war had really changed his view on everything in life and he had pondered about it and thought it was time to go back to his real home. The night he saw his mother, they sat down and had a really long talk. Creighton expressed to his mother what he really thought about the war:
I am officially done with war. The battles are too harsh and it seems unfair to me. Close ones have died and I’ve been hurt. Being a spy was really no fun for me. Decoding letters and finding weapons… It’s not really my thing. Finding out that my father really didn’t die was a great experience. Not to mention surprising! Working at the printing shop was fun although it was a little tough at times. In a nut shell, I’m glad to be home and I’m glad knowing there’s peace.
The Year of The Hangman.
THE SEQUAL!
Creighton was in bed, like usual, just laying and thinking. He kept tossing and turning, something felt wrong, but he just did not know what that was. He took a deep breathe to inhale the usual scent of wood. But this time, it was some other scent. The scent of fire. “FIRE?!”, Creighton yelled. He jumped out of bed to the window. When looking out he saw the printing shop on fire! He grabbed his coat, and ran to search for Sophie. There she was on her bed painting her tow nails. He grabbed her hand and led her to the window. She gasped at the view of her “second home” in flames. “Mr.Franklin,” she whispered under her breathe. “Mr.Franklin?! Is he still in there?”, Creighton asked basically screaming at her. “Yes.” Replied Sophie in a rather scared tone of voice. Creighton let go of her hand and began to run to the printing shop. He was too late. By the time he got there, the printing shop was gone. Creighton heard foot steps, when he turned around he saw Sophie and “The Giant”. They came to help. So before anything, they all put out the left over flames. They all stopped and stared at the hot mess. After that, they all split up in search for Mr.Franklin. When thirty minutes passed, they all met up, but still, there was no sign of Franklin. They all split up again, but this time in different directions than before. When Creighton was walking he her a little crackling noise from below his feet. He bent down to find Franklin’s spectacles! Within a minute Sophie and the Giant were beside Creighton. And they all began to look around that one spot for Franklin. Still, nothing. As time went on they gave up. There was absolutley no sign of Mr.Franklin. They were all walking home when they saw a shadowy figure. “FRANKLIN?!”, they all said in unison. Franklin casually approached them like nothing was wrong. They explained to him about the shop and the found spectacles.”Sorry to worry you all. Those were my spare spectacles.”, Franklin continued, “I do not know how to tell you three this but, I set the shop on fire myself, I’m done with all of this.” They all had balnk, shocked faces as they watched Franklin turn and walk away. Creighton, Sophie, and the Giant, looked at each other, then the burnt down printing shop. They all fell to the ground…
The End! 😮
Creighton, Arnold, and Peter snuck up on the British fort. It was rumored that only a few officers from the British army had stayed behind (the fort was practically dead). But from their new spy, Gerald Moski, Washington was rumored to still be alive and in the fort of Turnlock.
They slowly crept up to the back of the fort. There they checked their limited weapon arsenal. Creighton had a small, but sharp dagger. Peter had a musket that he took off of a British solider after beating him up. General Arnold had a pistol that he had form the start.
The trio came upon a back door. Creighton easily picked it with his sharp dagger. They crept inside the old fort.
“Don’t touch anything unless you want to be buried alive.” Arnold muttered.
Peter and Creighton chuckled, but stayed away from the weak walls.
They ran quietly through the halls of the fort. They came to a split path. Arnold took the left and Creighton and peter took the right.
Arnold said “If I find him I will whistle, be case you guys have the knife.”
The other 2 nodded their agreement.
Creighton and Peter , moments later, found Washington, and he said that they had to save one more….he turned down the halls and moments later, though thin and old looking, Creighton s father appeared. Creighton was stunned for a moment, but then he knew…
They still had a chance to win the war.
It was a nice spring morning and Sophie was preparing to print the newspaper, Creighton was just waking up from a rough night of partying, and Harry was doing his daily yoga. Since Harry has recovered, he feels the nescessity to keep his body in shape.
After the war, and everyone returned to their normal routine, Creighton had been building this new machine to pre-make the stamp thing for the newspaper. It was made of recycled plastic, some type of metal, and screws and bolts. Peter and Creighton decided on building it together.
At around 10:00 a.m. Peter, Creighton, Sophie, and Harry went out to breakfast at the local Denny’s. They all ordered rainbow pancakes with bacon strips on the side. At around 11:30 a.m. they finished eating and returned back to their headquarters (home). Sophie started making deviled eggs for Peter’s sunday tea party. And everyone else finished up their day by doing chores, making inventions, or being lazy.
Mr.Moshe, I have to get my ending approved by you on monday if its okay?
If not I will take the late grade, I didn’t have time to tell you on friday which is why I’m posting this to you.
“Open cell number four please.”
As the cell door slowly moved, hiden in a dark corner emerged a mysterious figure. As the figure approached Arnold and Creighton, it was slowly revealed that the person in the jail cell was none other than George Washington.
“Hurry Mr.Washington, we’re going to help you escape!” Arnold whispered. “Stop them,” screamed a guard from behind as Arnold, Creighton, and George all dashed out of the jail.
“Wanted:Creighton Brown, Arnold Benedict, and George Washington, if sighted report to city hall,” was printed out of the newly operated print shop and distributed the next morning.
The question is though, where did Creighton, Arnold, and George escape to?
That afternoon, the three wanted men awoke on on a barnyard somewhere off the far west end of Pennsicola. “We need to get far away from here or else you guys wil face the same fate as I,”George exclaimed. Arnold began to pace back and forth pondering, “Ah Ha,” he shouted. “Lets go to France, no one will ever suspect us there. Right?” Arnold questioned. Everyone agreed to the cunning idea, but they had to find a way to get there.
After walking around the Pennsicola dock they discovered a small row boat, just enough to get them to the Carribeans so they could transfer on to a ship to lead them to the French Riviera. As the men started boarding the boat,they heard a terrifying, startling voice from behind shout, “Freeze, your under arrest by City Hall orders.”
Two months later Creighton Brown, Arnold Benedict, and George Washington were released from their jail cells and escorted to the gallows, where they were hanged for all of the town to witness.
Final Part:
>X<
10 Years Later
Creighton, Sophie, Peter, and Harry Brown stood by the two side-by-side graves in the war cemetery. In the last ten years, many things had happened. Creighton and Sophie had gotten married and now they were expecting their first child, who was due within the next two months. Harry had stayed with the couple in Benjamin Franklin’s house, along with Peter, and both helped them run the printing press and print The Liberty Tree although liberty had already been received. After much negotiation, the Patriots took Dr. Franklin’s advice and bargained for their freedom, which worked successfully. Unfortunately, until such an armistice could be agreed upon, Arnold had been a casualty and requested in a will to be buried next to Washington – the two best generals the Patriots had ever seen.
And now? They were living life.
Part 2:
>X<
1 Week Later
Arnold, Creighton, Peter, and what remained of Washington, had made it safely back to New Orleans. While Arnold and the Patriots made no time to grieve, Creighton – who’d never known the fellow – and Peter had mourned separately. He had opted on the bar to calm his nerves, and was now on his fifth shot of whiskey.
He sighed and scratched his head thoughtfully, hoping to relieve the migraine that had plagued him since their return to Louisiana. Picking up his glass, he scoped the room for no reason at all, until he spotted a dark figure in the corner of the tavern, looking at him from under the brim of his hat. Creighton furrowed his brow in confusion. The mysterious man seemed to notice he was caught and slowly made his way over to him, sitting down ahead of him when he finally made it to the table.
“You’ve done good son.”
Creighton recognized the voice and finally – after some thought – he could place the voice, even after all these years.
“Dad?”
Okay, for some reason, my story didn’t post in its entirety. So I’ll post each part and see if that works. Thanks for this idea Mr. Moshe’.
Part 1:
Betrayed
*Note: This takes place just before they enter the cell at St. Mark’s Number Four.
The dimly lit hallway and thick, humid air were enough to make Creighton’s anxiety shoot through the roof. General Arnold seemed calm and composed, but he too, was nervous, which was made obvious by his sweating palms. The guard turned the key in the lock, eyeing the two supposed Governor’s messengers suspiciously, and finally a light click sounded and the wooden door opened a crack. Creighton’s nerves soared and he took a sharp intake of breath.
This could be Washington.
The guard opened the door fully, revealing the entirety of the stone chambers that lay within. A cold, unkempt barrack was pushed against the east wall, next to it being a small lantern. On the west wall was a hole for waste elimination and in the middle was a high window – barred, so that the fort could not be penetrated internally or by outside forces.
But, throughout his observation of the room, Creighton could see no man. Just a barren, desolate cell.
“Where’s Washington?” growled Arnold aggressively. A malicious smile slowly spread across the young man’s face.
“I’ll show you.” He led them silently – yet with a spring in his step – to the center of the fort where a grassy courtyard resided. A large gallows had been erected, and dangling from the noose was a man.
He was of average height, with a powder white wig and the blue military uniform of the patriots. A boot had fallen from his left foot, on closer inspection, and his eyes – which were still wide open – had rolled to the back of his head. His tongue hung out slightly, and now there was no doubt that he was dead,
And there was no doubt that he was George Washington.
“WASHINGTON!” Arnold cried out in horror. He had forgotten about remaining cool and collected and for once allowed his emotions to dictate his behavior. He ran to Washington and pulled on his legs, seeming to forget the procedure fir removing a corpse from the rope. The sickening cracks from what little was left intact of George Washington’s skeletal system woke him from his emotional trance, however, and he immediately pounced on the pompous guard. A knife he pulled out of his garments was pressing on the guard’s trachea.
“What happened?”
The guard smirked at him. “What do you think happened?”
Around, tired of his foolishness, pushed the knife closer to the man’s throat, eliciting a gasp from him. Creighton couldn’t stand to watch as Arnold dug the knife deeper into his neck, making sure to deny him the pleasure and necessity of oxygen entering his windpipe. Finally, when Arnold was satisfied that this man’s existence was no longer, he got up – purposely leaving the knife in his throat. Arnold quickly composed himself, acting like nothing had just transpired.
“We should go; we can’t risk getting caught.” Creighton’s voice was hoarse from the lack of water he’d been receiving as of late. He couldn’t wait to get back to New Orleans.
“Of course,” Arnold replied distantly. He nonchalantly walked over to the gallows, standing on the raised platform, and skillfully untied the knot that held his neck and the rope in place. Creighton made it his job to catch the limp man in his strong arms. He looked down at the dead man resting eternally, wondering. He saw everything about him – his blue and purple complexion from asphyxiation while being hanged, his skinny form from the emaciation in the prison, and the manner in which he was dressed – the Patriot military garb, powder wig, and polished new boots – all to taunt him. Had he really enjoyed watching this happen to good people?
“We must hurry.” Creighton nodded absently and followed Arnold into the fort and out into the night.
Note: This takes place four weeks after Creighton, Harry Brown, Peter, and Benedict arnold return to New Orleans.
“Phew” Creigton said after stepping out of the print shop exasperated. He and Sophie had just finshed the last copy of the Liberty Tree and were heading towards the front door of the house. There they were greeted by Peter who was escorting Creighton’s father Harry to the kitchen.
Creighton then asked Peter, ” How is my father feeling.”
”Peter replied “He has been better.”
“Since he was diagnosed blind due to the malaria he has been acting quite different.”
“Well of course he has been acting different!!!” said Sophie—forgetting her manners.
“Yes that is true but what I mean is he hasn’t spoken a word, not a word since he’s been proclaimed blind.”
” I mean look at him he’s brittle and–Creighton cut Peter off reminding him that his father was still in the kitchen, although Harry was blind he wasn’t deaf. So Peter then motioned Sophie and Creighton to the study to continue the conversation but Creighton reluctantly refused. Creighton was to distraught by his father’s behavoir and was extremely anxious to speak with him. So, he swiftly sprinted up the steps of the brass staircase and headed towards his father’s cubicle. Without wasting any time Creighton pleaded with his father, begging him for an explanation for his silence. Then finally out all the commotion a wimper was heard and it was Harry.
“My son how I desire to see your exquisite face and see how much you’ve matured in the past few weeks.”
“Words cannot express how much I miss the gift of sight.”
“It would be a bleesing if I could see the morninng dew on the grass and the birds chirping in the oak trees.”
“Son losing my sight has reminded me that I need to be with those I care deeply about and that’s why I’ve decided we must go back to England.”
“GO!!! Dad are you crazy!!!”
“Yes I must go, and hear your mother’s angelic voice once more and son if you truly love me you will accompany me on this journey.”
“Dad, you don’t know what your saying, mom could be married!,or God forbid dead! We don’t even know where she is!!!!”
” Son listen my mind is made up I am going to see your mother so what is your decision, will you go with me or won’t you?”
“Dad I guess my decision is………….
Mohammedn,
Don’t worry ’bout a thing.
Popst tomorrow. Or if you are not going to be around a computer tomorrow you can post on monday when you get to class.
K?
K.
ohh man i 4got that we had 2 get it approved because i got it proof read and was editing yesterday and 2day what do i do?? cuz im ready to post
My epilogue starts exactly one year after The Year of the Hangman concludes. General Gower was accused of being a traitor against Britain, and eventually hung. The Printing press was rebuilt by Sophie and Peter. Creighton and Harry Brown have left Sophie, Peter, and Arnold, and are now sailing back to Britain to tell Creighton’s mom of the extraordinary news.
“Dad,” Creighton asks. ”How do you think mom will take the news, about you really being alive and all?”
“I think she will be traumatized,” Harry replies.
Moments later, they arrive at Britain’s shores. They dock into a harbor apprehensively, not knowing what will happen as they probe the city. The only things they have are a gun with shot left and a healing kit As they trek through the abandoned city they encounter a familiar figure.
“Washington, is that you?” Creighton inquires.
George replies, “Yes, it is thou that you speak of. May I ask who you are?
“Creighton…… Creighton Brown,” he counters.”And this is my father, Harry Brown.”
“We thought you were dead!” Harry states.
“For the past 2 years I have been reasoning with the brits. They gave me a pardon and everything, but in return I had to tell them everything about Franklin, the printing press, and the whereabouts of the last remaining rebels. Not only did I have to tell them about the printing press, I had to plan an attack to demolish it and its creator, Benjamin Franklin!” George dictates.
“Why did you except these terms?” Creighton demands.
“Seeing how we were losing the war, I, of course, agreed. I could have cared less about that old fool.” says George.
“S…so you were the one behind Ben’s death?” Harry says stunned.
“Yes, and I would gladly do it again!” says George.
“YOU TRAITOR,” Creighton states with anger.
“I know,” George says smirking.
Now angered by the treacherous George Washington, he yanks out the gun with one bullet and aims at the now humored Washington.
“Don’t make me shoot,” says Creighton.
“Hey, let’s be honorable about this, maybe in a duel perhaps.” Washington says quivering in fear for his life.
“Okay,” Creighton replies.
As Washington and Creighton prepare for their final bout, Washington hides a second gun in his coat in case he misses. They stand back-to-back both say they are ready.
George counts from ten simultaneously as they take steps away from each other.
“Ten.”
“Nine.”
“Eight.”
“Seven.”
“Six.”
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
Then as George fires, Harry Brown dives in between Creighton and the bullet, sending the bullet into his body and saving Creighton until Washington pulls out his second gun. Creighton was too scared to fire his gun.
“Any last words before you die?” George asks.
“No,” Creighton says.
As George pulls the trigger, nothing comes out! Then before Creighton shoots George he doesn’t give him his rights to his final words, but says, “This is for my father and Franklin.” Then he pulls the trigger sending George to his doom.
1 Month later…
Creighton is at the bar he was in before he was taken to the colonies. He has paid his debt to his friend and never spoke of his father to his mother.
“Hey Creighton, want to play a game of cards?” his friend asked.
“No thanks,” Creighton says.
He then leaves and is never heard of again….
Alternate ending
Beginning of sequel
10 years later,
Sophie and Creighton are married, and Sophie is pregnant with their first child. They still keep in touch with Peter, but Arnold died right after Creighton and Sophie got married. They live in England, where Creighton works for a print shop there with Sophie. They are there now.
S:” Oh, my back hurts so much from this big belly, and I have so much to do today.”
C: ” We’re almost done. I just have to go in the store and but some more types OK, I love you you’re doing a great job You know being pregnant andall and still being able to help with the shop.”
S: ” I ‘ll do anything to help you, you know that but not for too long, I get so tired lately and I love you too.”
C: ” Allright well I’ll be right back.”
He walks over to his wife and kisses her on the lips.
S: ” I’m so glad I picked you over Peter. He was just too big and tall, He could have crushed me.”
C: ” Yeah, He seemed to take the news allright and we still talk to him, so he’s fine.”
S: ” I hope so honey bye.”
Creighton leaves the shop with Sophie there by herself. Pretty soon there is knock on the door. KNOCK KNOCK!
S:” COMING, COMING!”
She opens the door and sees Peter standing there, before she can say or do anything, He grabs her hands ties them, covers her mouth, punches her in the stomach, takes her outside and puts her in a van.
By the time Creighton comes back Sophie is long gone. He goes in the shop and finds a letter on the floor.
Read the Sequel!
As Colonel Gower took his last, deep breaths, he beckoned for reighton to come to his side.
“Saint Marks……..number four.”he murmured softly.
Creighton shook his head in confusion and asked, “What does that mean?”
The colonel opened his mouth as if to reply, but no words escaped his lips. His eyes closed gently, and he took his final breath.
“Colonel?!” cried Creighton. “Uncle, don’t go! Not now, now yet!”
Arnold placed his hand on his shoulder. “He’s gone son. There’s nothing you can do.”
Creighton was overwhelmed with emotions. He felt sorrow, anger, and mainly confusion. A dead man lied before him. Not just a man, but a British commander. His uncle. Creighton was on the verge of tears, about to cry for a man who had not cared about him or anyone else around him.
Arnold forced ceighton to stand up. “We must go.”
“W-why =?” stuttered Creighton.
“We have to find General Washington.”
“How can you worry about him when my uncle is dead!” exclaimed Creighton.
“Washington is more important.” Arnold said simply.
“To the patriots he is.” stated Creighton. “My uncle was British so you could care less about him.”
Arnold was taken aback slightly but his outburst, but quickly recovered. “I’m not afraid to admitt that’s the truth, but you do realize that that man there,” Arnold said pointing to Gower’s motionless body. “That man never cared about you. He used you as a spy and what did you gain?”
Creighton was silent.
“You gained nothing. So why show pity for a man who wouldn’t show pity for you?”
Creighton remained silent but realized that Arnold was right. “I think I know where he is.”
“Who?”
“Washington of course.” sanpped Creighton irritably.
“And where is that?” inquired Arnold.
“Saint Marks, cell number four. My uncle told me before he died.”
“And you trust this man? After the hardships he placed upon you?”
“Yes, because he owes me.”
This is great.
I only wish Edublogs had the feature to give websites to students at the beginning of the school year. This is going to revolutionize how I give work, assign work, accept work, the whole thing.
Your alternate endings are remarkable.
Talk to your friends about their endings, give feedback, find out if they haven’t posted theirs yet, and help them get their work done.
I wanted to urge you to go to the file sharing websites (youtube, vodpod, my space, teachertube, photobucket, etc.) to search for videos related to your books. I found some great stuff related to Freak the Mighty and the author of that book, Rodman Philbrick from around the world. Check it. I’m trying to get some of the videos to load in my VODPOD widget in the sidebar.
Also, remember to go to each other’s websties. If you don’t see discussion questions on your classmate’s websites, mention it to them in comments to them on their sites.
You are all completely wonderous, and I will be sad to go. You all make me so proud. Not that I will not go. I am going. Oh yes, I’m going allright.
Mr. Moshe i wasn’t able to indent my paragraphs because it would let me so where ever a new paragraph began..i double spaced it. Also, i didn’t know that we had to get approval i just found out today after school but i have everything my rough draft, its proofread, and my final draft corrected so i posted it anyway since i didn’t know that your approval was needed…i hope thats ok??