Favorite Endings

[AsylumSeeker]

Hi,

Should be no surprise that after starting a "Favorite Beginning" thread that the ending would follow. In my case it's from the same story. This story, to me, is like my legacy. I'll probably never be able to write this well again. It's also my next <crossing fingers> ebook, and will go away once it has been confirmed. For those who may not be aware, read my 5-chapter Dark Desire series.

Okay, so here goes:


"Well?" he asked.

Nikki was sitting at his right side with a travel atlas open across her lap. Her head was bent over as she studied a road map of the United States.

"You said anywhere?" she hesitantly confirmed.

"Anyplace we can drive to," he specified, figuring the dame might have her eyes set on Hawaii or something.

Lucky for him Alaska looked like an island to her on account of Canada being in between. She probably didn't know a person could drive there. He cringed at the thought of attempting that long road trip.

Nikki straightened up, closed the atlas, rolled it up, and stuck it through a handle on the passenger side door. She then turned to him wearing a wide smirk on her cute face.

"Well?" he prompted her impatiently.

"Los Angeles."

L.A., Shakytown, the City of Lost Angels. What the hell, why not? The town was full of young, desperate dames scrambling for a shot at fame. Mix in rich, powerful producers and celebrities, and Torrance thought he might be able to find an angle there he could work.

"You don't mind?" she nervously queried.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, I always keep my word."

A shocked expression appeared on her face. She slapped at his arm. "What? You are such a liar! If you did, I'd still be a virgin!"

Torrance grinned. "That didn't count. Luckily for you I had my fingers crossed at the time."

He started the engine and left the rest stop heading west. "Be a doll and hand me a cigarette."

"No!" she adamantly refused. "You're quitting, remember? No more cigarettes or coffee for you! It's time to start getting healthy."

Dames. Why did they always end up being a pain in his ass? Maybe surviving that whole Desert Oasis ordeal wasn't a blessing at all, but rather his punishment.

Karma could be funny like that.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

I was going to be a smartass and just type - "I died.", but decided not too.

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* * * *​

"Gunshots, lots of them, oh god, I hope John isn't hurt. I see myself still waiting."

"Oh god," Susan growled.

"Susan, shush. Wait, I see flames flickering from inside the house. There is a fire inside. The…"

* * * *​

I was still here, which meant what we had hoped for wasn't true. Glancing down at the tabletop, I saw their papers spread across its top. Gathering them in the center, I pulled a lighter from my pocket setting them ablaze. As the paper burned, the things around me started to fade and as I watched the flames flicker across those papers, blackness washed over my mind.

* * * *​

I sat there wondering why I was here, in my car, parked on a street I didn't recognize. I thought I had heard gunfire just a moment ago, but as I listened, all was quiet. Shaking my head, truly confused, I put my car in gear and pulled away. Why was I out here, I really should be home. My daughter would be expecting me to read her a story before bedtime. I love my daughter and she tells me the most amazing stories, about people she couldn't possibly know. I bet she'll be a writer one day. She has such an active imagination. Looking in my rearview mirror, I see flames flicker in the distance. It looked like someone's house was on fire. I truly hoped no one was hurt.

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Yes the ending is sort of meaningless unless you have read the complete story.

You can buy it over at smashwords.com if you like.

 

[Boxlicker101]

Riding off into the sunset is pretty much a standard way to end a story.

 

[estragon]

Sir_Nathan's ending to Culture_Shock (fair use exception asserted):

Gary held Elaine's hand, assisting her into the car. As she sank into the upholstery, she made sure her dress wouldn't get caught. Pushing the door firmly closed, he walked around the front of the car again. She watched him and he winked. Then he patted the hood.

Elaine squirmed.

They were plunged into darkness when Gary closed his door. Elaine held her breath until he fired up the engine and turned on the headlights. The dashboard glowed and he looked across at Elaine. "We're alone."

"Y... Yes."

Gary put the car into gear. As they started to move, the tyres crunched on loose gravel. "How does it feel?"

Elaine thought the car was vibrating right through her body. Or maybe it was her. "N... Nerve-wracking."

"Say the word and I'll take you home."

"No. I'm okay. I... I'm ready. I want to do this."

One touch and I think I'll cum...

"So you're ready to do exactly as I say," said Gary, heading for the highway on-ramp. "No matter what it is?"

"I'll... I'll try," gasped Elaine, her skin prickling. "I'm prepared."

"Good girl. Take off your dress. You can amuse yourself while I drive."

God, Elaine thought, her eyes widening.

"Y... Yes, Sir."

 

[Dual_Triode]

I had fun writing this closing paragraph while flying at 39,000 feet over the Aleutian Islands.

* * *​

The quiet neighborhood erupted when the rifle shot rang out. Dogs alerted their owners as the report echoed through the hills and homes. Bedroom lights flicked on, seemingly in unison, and the neighbors peeked out of their windows and doors. From the shattered opening that was once Jon’s patio door, an anguished cry lifted, only to be consumed by the whispering pines.

 

[SamScribble]

I have a bit of a liking for ‘circular’ ideas.

At one point in ‘Artist’s Model’, (http://www.literotica.com/s/artists-model) the artist suggests that the model’s mother should find her even more beautiful than she had realised.

But the model tells the artist:

‘You don’t know my mother. Her one wee bit of advice to me when I left home was never get undressed with the lights on.’

And at the end of the story, when the artist and the model have just had mad, passionate sex for the first time – in the kitchen – the artist suggests that they should perhaps move to the bedroom and just see what happens next. Which sets up the last short paragraph:

She thought that was a excellent idea. ‘You’ll have to turn the lights off though,’ she said. ‘I’ll need to get undressed.’

 

[Boxlicker101]

Most of my stories have ended with everybody cumming and talking about how great it was. However, here is an exception to that rule:

"My daughter is dead. She was a virgin but she was raped a year ago tonight, and she killed herself out of shame. And you did it!"

The old woman's right hand suddenly appeared, holding a pistol aimed at Keith's chest. That was the last thing he ever saw. The last thing he ever heard was the gun discharging and the last thing he ever felt was the bullet tearing through his heart.

 

[jomar]

"...she looked up lovingly at me and swallowed."

 

[TxRad]

How about killing everyone off at the end of the first chapter so I could get on with the real story. Actually it was a prequel to get the story off the ground. The only problem is my laptop was stolen shortly after so i lost the rest of the story. I'm trying to recreate it but I ain't having much luck.

The Link if anyone wants to give it a read. Powers