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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
Ended April 15, 2022 • 12 Entries • Created by Hope4ever
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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
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hunter10G
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Spring Loaded

Today is my 14th birthday. At 9:00 pm this evening I will smoke my last cigarette. Then I will do what my heart tells me I must.

It has been a month since the start of the invasion, and still the people resist.

Everything is ready. I am ready - or as ready as one can be. I will dress all in black. And I have boot polish for my face and hands. I will be like a shadow in the shadows. I will take my rifle and the three molotov cocktails already packed into my school satchel. If I am caught out after curfew I will be shot, but this is my city. I know every building, every alley-way and back street. All of the bridges are guarded, so I will cross the river by boat, and make my way to the old town square. There are soldiers there, with tanks. I will blow up the tanks. Kill as many of the soldiers as I can. I will shoot until I run out of bullets. All but one. One I will keep for myself.

Whatever happens, I will not let them take me alive.

I have no family. There will be no one to mourn me. But, I hope, there might be someone who remembers how I died - defending my country.

It is the 21st of September, 1968. For me there will be no tomorrow.

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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
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RosemarieThorn
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Ghosts of our dead.

As we took our march across the worlds, you could see the ghosts of our dead, marching with us till they finally returned home. Tears were brought to my eyes. We finally won, no one else had to die.

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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
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IcarusLaughed
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Sacrifice.

You know, death isn't all that bad. I spent half of my life fearing it and half of my life chasing after it. But now, laying on this bed and standing between both worlds, I've come to terms with the consequence of my sacrifice. It is a beautifully tragic thing; to die for the man you love. The seconds tick by as my pulse slows. I hear my lover's wails from my side, holding tightly to my hand as though that could keep me from slipping away. So much to say, no way to say it. All I can manage to do is squeeze back faintly and hope he hears my final "I love you" with this desperate act. It takes away the last of my energy. A final deep breath, a final tired sigh, my hand hangs limp in his own. I am gone. But I give a silent promise as I quietly slip away like a thief in the night. I will find you, again.

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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
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Hewman
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Frost crept upon her body, inching towards her straining eyes. She lost. She couldn't do anything about it now, but maybe someone would continue the fight after her.

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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
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k_b_k
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End.

I touched the tightly wrapped gauze around my arm and winced as she walked towards me, and I was okay because we were alive, and it was over for the night.

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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
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LexiCon
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As He Watched It Burn...

Their screams were drowned out by the roars of the growing inferno. The tightness of the ropes that held him to the chair seemed to melt into the rising heat. None of it mattered anymore. The entire place was going up in flames all around him.

And, as he watched it burn, he laughed.

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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
wearywalden
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Simple Sweep

The simple sweep of her hair caught him off guard. He saw for the first time the true nature of her loveliness. Yes, she was beautiful but it was a beauty born of sorrow. Only now that he was acquainted with her grief could he see the depth of her splendor. He would hold fast, cling tight to it, and to her for as long as there was blood in his veins.

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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
stickynotes
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Passing the Torch

Candles are only lit during blackouts, but I feel as though I am a cigarette. To everyone growing up I was a burnout, but right now I am burning for the last time...and I feel the urge to take a drag. When the war began, we rose together as our world fell apart. As children, unable to abide crooked beginnings to end themselves, we kindled the flames of rebellion...And once lit, a fuse must remain tended...for what might happen if no one cares to keep watch? It has been so long since, and now, only a few of us are left to remember how it all began. I was unable to accept things then, but I can't bear to leave them as they are now! Once all is done, will everything become as it was meant to be? Was this how I was intended...a candle to be snuffed out? Am I this...because a candle only shines in the dark? Just a suspect who might lose heart, once everything becomes light at the end of the night?

Suddenly, my brain turns on and I can feel my body again…my best friend is tending to it. Kneeling beside me, I can't make him out but he is speaking quickly and quietly. In thanks, I grimace. Despite all that has happened, he hasn't changed since it all began--it's me…if only I could get up to show him who grew to be taller…but who would believe it? At this thought, a bomb at the end of its wick, I explode. A sudden urge to ignite everything burns me up, and, as I stare at my best friend, I hope he catches my flame and carries me back home. Finished tending to my body, my best friend informs me I'll pull through…but until then…I must rest. Then, to place my mind further at ease, he reassures me. You are truly a good person if you can remain honest when you're angry or sad and still be loved… He punctuates this with a nod and smiles. It is my closure. I can allow myself to rest before returning home.

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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
skinareng
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The empty halls rang with his words.

“It’s not you that they are scared of, or even that you are scared of. It is your thoughts.”

As if he was right next to me, his words seemed to fill the entire hallway, drowning out the bright fluorescent lights that bounced heavily against my eyelids.

It made sense now.

Walking slowly in deep thought, I found myself in front of the last wooden door.

I reached out, took a deep breath, and twisted the metal door handle.

The cold metal felt nice against my warm skin.

His unforgettable words gave me confidence in having some insight into my own inner chaos.

I felt renewed, as if I had just washed my face with ice cold water and stepped out into a nice breeze.

I swung the door open.

The beginning of a new living.

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The Art of Ending
Great is the Art of Beginning, but Greater is the Art of Ending. Write the ending paragraph or line to an exciting novel or book.
JessieIsaWriter
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Closing Doors

"Hey! Let's go, we are getting McDonald's. What are you even doing?"

"Oh I just finished printing off my first draft of my novel." I smile widely I get up from my desk.

"You mean that novel you've been working on since you were in high school?"

"Yeah," looking down to my printed draft. "It took a while but I finally finished it."

I could feel my eyes burn as I hold back tears of joy. My roommate wraps their arm along my shoulders, as they look at the cover page. "Nice title."

"Well, it does fit the best," I let out a breathy chuckle.

"I'm proud of you." My roommate smiles at me as they let go and pat my head.

I return the smile as I playfully shove them away, "Let's get out of here." My roommate makes their way out of the room, with me close behind.

"You must really be dying to get your hands on them fries." I tease while I grab my wallet from the nightstand.

"Fuck yeah I am, everyone knows McDonald's fries are top tier"

"I beg to differ."

"Excuse me, your opinion is invalid here. You literally like Wendy's Fries like what monster likes those?" My roommate continues to rant as they walk further down the hall.

I laugh, as I take a pause. I look again to my desk with the printed draft and proudly smile. I shut the door behind me and sprint to catch up to my roommate.

"Did you close the door?" They ask as I approach.

I smile, "Yeah, I finally did."

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