Cody and Gold Hook

Author's Note: The reason I wrote this story was to show that I have the ability to show an alternate ending. Also because the story left me hanging, when I'm left hanging I go out on a limb and make up the rest of the story! Make the fun ending the real story never had! 

Sprinting with all of his might, Cody came to a harsh stop when he reaches the steps of his home. Grabbing at his loose thin jacket, Cody suddenly notices there is a miniature error in his plan. “Oh No” screamed Cody, fiddling faster with the jacket.  What was the flaw in Cody’s plan?  He quickly turned around, Cody stood looking at the ground and scratching his head. Two drops of sweat raced down Cody’s forehead and he whispers, “Where’s my key!” Cody proclaimed this, in a very tense voice.  Yet again he rumbled,“Where’s my key! It ain’t got legs, it don’t just chew its way out of my pocket and walk away!” Now Cody approached this problem differently, he closed his eyes and  calmed himself down. Now speaking in a rather peaceful voice he says, “Now I must retrace my steps and find my key.”  Taking one step at a time and having glued his eyes to the ground, a few steps away from the house lays the key. Once Cody reached the point where his eyes saw a shining  sliver object on the ground , his face lit up like the sun. Cody didn’t want to attract attention to himself so he did a swift stride over to the key. Now  bending over, Cody had a tight grip on the key and looked left then right then left yet again. He stood up like a nutcracker and walked like an soldier back to the house.

 The key was stuck in the lock with firm force.  Cody opened the door with ease, he took a stander in. It was dark and gray inside Cody Miller’s house that night. The Old wood had sounded when the wind would pass, and the  house would slightly sway back and forth. Maybe it was just Cody’s head, but who could feel worse sitting in bed knowing that you stole the gold hook from the old man you promised to. Laying down and looking up at the cracked ceiling Cody got light headed. Then his mouth went dry, his head was throbbing. Cody could feel the heart beat in his head, the room went black, a strike of lighting. The room was swirling, the ceiling was cracking, the pieces of sheet rock falling on Cody’s floor. BOOM!  There was Cody passed out half way in bed.

Before he had passed out he was trying to reach for the gold, then he passed out right on the floor. His arm dropped and then he was out! BOOM! Another crack of lighting an hour later, Cody woke up. It was three in the morning the sheet rock all over the floor, Cody sat up his eyes went big there was the hook. “It’s still here” he screams with excitement and the joy drooled out of Cody’s mouth. Cody grabbed the golden hook and ran, he ran for his life.

Out of town and even farther. Yet though he ran, the haunting of Clarence Buchanan stayed with him. The chills ran down Cody’s spine and the quiet whisper of the old man’s voice had ran through Cody’s head. Back and forth, left ear to right ear, ear drum to ear drum, and there the thought of Clarence Buchanan stood and stayed in Cody’s brain. Cody was just about to go mad! The next thing that Cody heard from the ghost was “Run! Run until you can’t run anymore, until your feet are bloody, until you die!” From that night on Cody did just that, he ran. He never stopped, he never put on shoes, he just ran. 

Ten years later there is a paper of Cody, he had just died, he was running when he died. No one had cared about him, so when he died there was a body laying in the grass, moldy and rotten. But wait! Where had the hook gone when the ghost said run, he did just that. The ghost did not say give me the hook, that day was a mysterious day for everyone. Some brave men came along and went out to the house where Clarence Buchanan had lived. Found the very spot Cody buried him and they found the hook still attached to Clarence Buchanan’s arm. None of the men were brave enough to take the gold hook, even after the gold hook was confirmed with Clarence Buchanan still no one wants to touch Clarence’s treasure.

Who is the Most Powerful?

Author's Note: The theme in a book is a large part of reading the book. It's kind of like the lesson at the end, yet not exactly the same.Finding the theme in a book is hard to do, because there may be a theme just for each character, you have to find the theme for the whole book. This is my theme piece on the book Cold Kiss by Amy Gravey. 

Spark!  All of the sudden the light popped into Wren’s head. Wren thought her life was going to end when her loving boyfriend died. Forgetting what she could really do, the mysterious girl took two months to plan her master scheme. This special scheme would be bringing her dead boyfriend back to life! In the book Cold Kiss, by Amy Garvey, the theme is how people need to realize the unique special talents each person we meet has within themselves.

Wren had special powers from the start making the fire go on for 2 hours longer than it should have, and making a candle light up by her. All these special gifts came to her at a very young age. As I said she lit a candle only when she was twelve. The magically powers are supposed to come on to you as a teen being fourteen, yet Wren was different getting them at twelve. As Wren grew up she took an interest in one boy, that boy was Danny. The year Danny died was a very tragic year. Wren sat and cried herself to sleep; keeping one shirt of Danny’s and hung it on the wall. Wren didn’t get out very much anymore and now is unsocial even to her best friends. The only thing Wren could think about was Danny, and then remembering that she is magic and she can do anything. Not telling her mom she took all the spells books, she scanned the pages looking and looking for a spell to bring her boyfriend back to life. No chance she thought, there is no chance! Wren took a deep interest of getting her boyfriend back. She searched, and found potions and looked when, where, how. Following through on her plan she had gathered all the potions, scoped out the graveyard that Danny lays in. One full moon later Danny was alive and Wren had a little secret. Up above the next door neighbor’s garage, Danny laid alive.

Gabriel just moved to the school that Wren goes to; he is new and needs friends. Although he is new, he didn’t have any trouble getting friends. The boys liked him from the start and there is nothing that could ever break that “bro” relationship. Yet Gabriel went a different way when he moved to the school, he went for Wren to be his friend. Wren hadn’t had another boy talk to her since the Danny accident. Gabriel wasn’t afraid because he knew she was magical, Gabriel could read peoples’ minds. The difference was that he couldn’t read Wren’s mind, he knew she had a stronger power than him. And Gabriel wanted to know what was up with her being so strong.  To get Wren to believe about the truth of Gabriel being able to read minds she had him try to guess Wren’s best friends mind. It was easy because Wren always knew what was on Jess and Darcia’s minds. Eventually Wren cracked telling Danny everything, still confused Gabriel instants that they should hang out more.

Wren isn’t the only one in her family that was different, apparently every girl born into Wren’s family is supposed to have magical powers. As a younger child Wren remembers her mom doing magic, not big magic. She could remember the time she got mad because her phone died, yet five minutes later it was charged, and this was in a train station. Now that Wren has her powers, Robin (her younger sister) should get her powers in about four more years. “It’s not exactly the most exciting thing in the world to figure out you have magic powers, because no one teaches you how to use them. You’re kind of just out on your own.” Wren states in the book. I would have to agree with her. Being able to have magic is fun but not knowing how to use them is bad.

To sum it all up the theme would be about how people need to recognize the special talent every person we meet has within themselves. Over all I love this book and recommend this book to any person that likes a mysterious, magical, and romantic book.