Sample Dramatic Story Ending

After the fire died out, Lisa approached the smouldering remains of her father's house. Her
expression was troubled, as if at any moment she would either explode into ecstacy or crumple
into despairand one was just as likely as the other. The house she had known her whole life,
which held all of the memories and the intolerable pain from her childhood, was reduced to
embers beneath her feet. For the first time since he died, she felt like he was gone.
Joe touched her shoulder lightly. It's over now, he whispered. You don't have to be scared.
She stared for a moment longer, as the violent mountain winds whipped the dirt and ash across
her face. He noticed for the first time that she had grown pale and emaciated in the time since
they had first met. He barely saw any trace of the passionate beauty that he had so lusted over
all those years ago. The decades of shame showed like a biography written across her face, in
the bags under her eyes and the lines on her forehead. The pout shed always worn, which he
had initially found so arresting, had now burned itself into her mouth, and he could only pity her
for all her suffering and loss.
Soil was building up in her hair, turning the pale strawberry blonde into a greyish brown to match
her eyes. She didnt blink. How does a person live without fear? she said without asking,
without wanting an answer.
The sun-baked corn crackled under the breeze, and off in the field a stalk broke, amplifying its
deafening crack between the cliffs and mountains, echoing the terrible sound as it receded into
the valley, leaving them alone among the dust.

Sample Horror Story Ending

I lurched and almost threw up.
We all thought he was just a real nice boy, she continued, and it wasnt until after hed moved
away a few years later that we found out that he really wasnt. But we didnt know, and we didnt
tell our parents becausewe didnt know. But we still never told our parents. I guess its not
something you bring up at the dinner table. We never knew where that family went to, either.
The counselor noticed my pale face and cold sweat and asked if I needed a glass of water. I
tried to respond, but it was like trying to whistle while eating crackers. I nodded yes and
stumbled up like a drunkard. I darted for the door as fast as I could without looking suspicious,
but I guess Id already blown that. I turned to give a reassuring nod or something to put the
group at ease, but all I could see was Missy staring at me, and recognition washed across her
face. My stomach turned inside out, and I ranout the door, down the hall, down the stairs,
through the lobby, out into the street, and I kept running until my leg muscles melted and my
lungs withered, feeling the mob behind me, chasing me with torches and spears and axes,
ready to chain me up and serve me my sentence. I heard their murderous cries echoing through
the back alleyways.

The heavy oak doors of the St. James Cathedral slammed shut, and I collapsed on the nearest
pew. I suddenly realized how ironic it was that I came to a place of forgiveness when
forgiveness was the last thing I'd been looking for.

Sample Historical Fiction Ending

She dropped him under the magnolia tree, unable to carry him any further in the rain. The heel
of her shoe was broken, and her ankle was so badly swollen that every step was like taking the
fall over again. As the deep red leaked from his jacket, he looked into her face with calm and
kind eyes. Smiling, he touched her cheek, smearing her face with mud.
You did your best, sweetheart, he said, and I did mine. He coughed, and blood splattered on
his uniform and hers. She felt it on her lip. Her eyes widened, and her face burned.
Im sorry I couldnt love you as much as you deserved. He gurgled and took his last breath.
She lowered his head onto the rock below, and it rolled softly to the side. She stood in horror
and rushed from his body to the other edge of the canopy, where her head spun and she
collapsed.
When she came to, the rain had stopped. She crawled out from under the trees shade on her
knees, for her ankle was almost certainly broken. Looking around, she could not make out the
surrounding countryside as anything familiar. She could not even decide what time of day it
must be.
As her mind became clearer and her eyes came into focus, she began to feel the reality of being
fully and completely alone in a way she never had been before. She shuddered terribly as she
thought that this might in fact be purgatory. She looked down at her blood-stained dress and
remembered her dead husband.
She heard shouting in the distance and knew at once that it must be the Yankees returning from
Vicksburg. Forgetting her foot, she shot up and fled to the nearest oak tree, scrambling up its
branches in the wild panic of hunger and fear. When she began to remember her injury, she
grasped the largest branch she could and tucked herself in tightly, breathless and still, and
waited for them to pass. In the terrible quiet, listening to their roaring horses and savage cries
grow louder, she prayed that they would not notice her and pass her by. She closed her eyes
tightly as she listened and called out to her Lord in her head. The hoofs grew deafening over the
burnt and abandoned fields, and she thought the thunder would knock her to the ground. The
beasts roared underneath her and slowed, and she heard the sound die out and stop. In her sad
state, she couldnt tell if they had gone or not, and eventually, she opened her eyes.
Four soldiers stood beneath her, peering at her through the branches, squinting in the sun. She
screamed briefly, unwittingly, before seeing the grey of their uniforms.
Now what are you doing all the way up there? said the tallest, That certainly doesnt look like
a place for a lady.
----As she rode along on the back of his horse, she couldnt help but rest her head on his back,
keeping her delicate face from the harsh afternoon sun. She hadnt asked where they were
headed, or where theyd come from, and for once, she didnt care. She listened to the gentle
clop-clop of the horses hooves, the once deafening roar now drifting into a gentle rocking, a
sound gentle and familiar, soothing her nerves and lulling her softly to sleep. And she did.