Alternate Ending Of Dhela
Dhela’s story
It was a lonely night aboard the RMS Pale Horse. The waves were crashing against the bulk of the ship. The harsh waves created a unique song of the sea. The night was alive with flames, densely enclosing the pearl moon. The smell of the sea surrounded the ship like a heavy cocoon, invading the nostrils of the solitary passenger on the deck.
The passenger that stood on the first class deck was a man with a stern and despondent physiognomy. He had dark hair with premature grey highlights and sapphire eyes on a once handsome face that was now covered with the marks of age. He wore a gentleman’s suit and seemed much consumed by his thoughts.
The passenger moved towards the light of the door when he saw a man in the shadows, standing with his head down, …show more content…
She kicked and squirmed in Anna’s arms. With a cry of agony, Mrs. Martin threw Dhela to Doctor Louis and she cast herself on her knees, frantically grasping her hands together and fervently praying in front of the darkened Jesus. In Doctor Louis’ arms, Dhela slightly calmed but she began coughing violently. Her body severely shook with each breathless cough. She stirred once more and soundless cries echoed throughout the room. The force exhorted from her weak lungs caused her pale yellow face to turn a terrible scarlet. Her lungs searched for inexistent air. Doctor Louis softly touched Dhela’s back and sighed. The end, he thought gloomily. Small droplets of nature’s life source escaped from her mouth.
Dhela’s small body contorted vehemently. Dhela gave a small shrill that was silenced by red. Precious blood flowed from Dhela’s mouth in waves, the dark crimson almost blended with the scarlet of her face.
“DO SOMETHIN'!” Mr. Martin yelled.
Blood continued flowing from Dhela’s small convulsing body. Doctor Louis held her tenderly and softly said a prayer into the cold air. Finally, the rain of blood and the convulsions stopped and, with a silent pant, Dhela’s soul
It was a lonely night aboard the RMS Pale Horse. The waves were crashing against the bulk of the ship. The harsh waves created a unique song of the sea. The night was alive with flames, densely enclosing the pearl moon. The smell of the sea surrounded the ship like a heavy cocoon, invading the nostrils of the solitary passenger on the deck.
The passenger that stood on the first class deck was a man with a stern and despondent physiognomy. He had dark hair with premature grey highlights and sapphire eyes on a once handsome face that was now covered with the marks of age. He wore a gentleman’s suit and seemed much consumed by his thoughts.
The passenger moved towards the light of the door when he saw a man in the shadows, standing with his head down, …show more content…
She kicked and squirmed in Anna’s arms. With a cry of agony, Mrs. Martin threw Dhela to Doctor Louis and she cast herself on her knees, frantically grasping her hands together and fervently praying in front of the darkened Jesus. In Doctor Louis’ arms, Dhela slightly calmed but she began coughing violently. Her body severely shook with each breathless cough. She stirred once more and soundless cries echoed throughout the room. The force exhorted from her weak lungs caused her pale yellow face to turn a terrible scarlet. Her lungs searched for inexistent air. Doctor Louis softly touched Dhela’s back and sighed. The end, he thought gloomily. Small droplets of nature’s life source escaped from her mouth.
Dhela’s small body contorted vehemently. Dhela gave a small shrill that was silenced by red. Precious blood flowed from Dhela’s mouth in waves, the dark crimson almost blended with the scarlet of her face.
“DO SOMETHIN'!” Mr. Martin yelled.
Blood continued flowing from Dhela’s small convulsing body. Doctor Louis held her tenderly and softly said a prayer into the cold air. Finally, the rain of blood and the convulsions stopped and, with a silent pant, Dhela’s soul