Ending


Here is the last line of a famous novel:

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. –Emily Brontė, Wuthering Heights (1847)


Write for fifteen minutes and see if you can create something that might appropriately end using the same last line as above.



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