Well done rewriting history with last week's contest! The endings of famous works of literature were changed by you, and I think some of these are better than the original.
I would definitely read to the end!
Our top six winners are:1. When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. When it healed, and Jem's fears of never being able to play football were assuaged, he was seldom self-conscious about his injury.
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
And as I scored the winning goal, though I still didn't believe in reincarnation, I felt him. Lifting my gaze to the crowd, my eyes met those of a 12 year old with one arm in a sling and Jem's dancing blue eyes. by camelopardalisinblue In fact, the experience was so entirely educational that he eventually told his own son to break an arm as well. by chameleonskyes2. My father's family name being Pirrip, my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
Great Expectations by Charles Dickins
“No, not Pip, not anymore,” the new hobbit declared to those who'd become his kin. “From now on, Pippin.” by Lewanut Although I could pronounce it now as an adult, I never returned to the name Philip, as to do so would have disgraced the recently rediscovered Pirrip family tradition of palindromic names. I could never bring myself to disappoint Aunts Anna, Hannah and Elle, or my Uncle Bob. by Everch3. Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the henhouses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes.
Animal Farm by George Orwell
Tonight will be my last. I knew, since the Hen Revolution, things would come to this. The chickens have finally won. It's their world now. And all I can think of is that cheap whisky bottle I gave Mr. Jones that night. The night when it all started. The night I betrayed us all. by Miguel-Santos After everything that had happened, Mr Jones, who now strangely found himself to be a married man, was certain that he would never, ever forget to shut the popholes again. by JoannaMooryCongratulations! You'll be contacted about your prizes within the next 24 hours.
For this week, we're challenging you to use your imagination to come up with your own holiday! If you were the master of the calendar, what holiday would you invent?
Your holiday must answer the following questions:
What's it called? When is it? How do you celebrate it? The first 10 to respond will win 100 Points each! All entries must be made as a comment to this journal. Not one of the first ten? Let us know anyway! We're curious to see what kind of holiday you would make.
And in a couple weeks, we're going to have a larger competition! All I can say is, I hope you've been training!
