Best Story Ending gets 10 points?

Question

I wake up, blinking hard against the sky, and the first thing I remember is that my wife cannot forgive me. Never, ever.

Then I remind myself I don’t have a wife anymore.

Instead, I’m lying at the bottom of a stairwell, thirty concrete steps below street level in a city far from my home. My home is in the past, and I must live in the present.

I’m lying on a soft pile of rubbish bags, and I seem to have got myself covered in muck. It’s all over my shabby green raincoat and the frayed sleeves of my jumper, and there’s a bit on my trousers as well. I sniff it, trying to decide what it is, but I can’t be sure.

How strange I didn’t notice it when I was checking this place out last night. OK, it was already dark by then and I was desperate to find somewhere to doss down after being moved on twice already. But I remember crawling into the rubbish really carefully, prodding the bin bags with my hands and thinking this was the softest and driest bed I was likely to find, Maybe the muck seeped out later on, under pressure from my sleeping body.

I look around for something to wipe my clothes with. There’s nothing, really. If I were a cat, I’d lick the crap off with my tongue, and still be a proud, even fussy creature. But I’m not a cat. I’m a human being.

So, I pull a crumpled-up advertising brochure out of the trash, wet it with dregs from a beer bottle, and start to scrub my jacket vigorously with the damp wad of paper.

Maybe it’s the exercise, or maybe the rising sun, but pretty soon I feel I can probably get by without these dirty clothes – at least until tonight. And tonight is too far away to think about.

I stand up, leaving my raincoat and jumper lying in the garbage, where they look as if they belong anyway. I’m left with a big white T-shirt on, my wrinkled neck and skinny arms bare, which feels just right for the temperature. The T-shirt’s got writing on the front, but I’ve forgotten what the writing says. In fact, I can’t remember where I got this T-shirt, whether someone gave it to me or I stole it or even bought it, long long ago.

I climb the stone steps back up to the street, and start walking along the footpath in no particular direction, just trying to become part of the picture generally. The big picture. Sometimes in magazines you see a photograph of a street full of people, an aerial view. Everyone looks as thought they belong, even the blurry ones.

I figure it must be quite early, because although there’s lots of traffic on the road, there’s hardly any pedestrians. Some of the shops haven’t opened yet, unless it’s a Sunday and they aren’t supposed to. So there’s my first task: working out what day it is. It’s good to have something to get on with.

Pretty soon, thought, I lose my concentration on this little mission. There’s something wrong with the world today, something that puts me on edge.

It’s to do with the pedestrians. As they pass by me on the footpath, they look at me with extreme suspicion – as if they’re thinking of reporting me to the police, even thought I’ve taken my dirty clothes off to avoid offending the. Maybe my being in short sleeves is the problem. Everyone except me seems to be wrapped up in lots of clothes, as though it’s much colder than I think it is. I guess I’ve become a hard man.

Answer 1

I keep on walking deciding not to worry about what others think, cause after all I already have enough things to deal with. I pass by a few coffee and food shops and think about how wonderful it would be to be able to buy something. I know that I can't, since I have no money. All I can do is keep on till I find something. I reach a corner and decide to turn and see where that will take me. As I do I accidentally bump into an older woman. She gives me the sweetest smile that made me think of my own mom. It didn't take her long to notice what I had on. Her heart must have been made of gold. She told me to follow her, me not wanting to burden anyone with my problems I say I couldn't do that but she insisted. She leads me to her house which is just a few blocks where we met. She tells me she wants me to get clean and put on some of her husbands old clothes. She then prepares me a nice meal. I tell her I better get going and she finally decides to let me go. Before I do though she hands me a few dollars and wishes me luck.
I once again go on my way. As I continue walking I notice how much better I feel. I then remember I still have no place to go so I start looking for another place to sleep. I finally find an alley that isn't all that bad and find an old box to lay on. Before I drift off to sleep I sense that each day can only get better.

Answer 2

Well I guess i have to continue your story as a man and that will be testing...so here goes....

Everyone except me seems to be wrapped up in lots of clothes, as though it’s much colder than I think it is. I guess I’ve become a hard man. If someone had said to me a few moments or maybe a few years ago 'you're a piece of ****'. Without hesitation I would of returned the insult. Now I actually felt like it. Where the hell was I? What day was it? Questions vaguely knocking against my befuddled brain. Am I really a turd, a piece of $h!t?
I'm still here, waiting...Not a sound, just visions of a worl I was once part of I have no idea how long I have been in this state
and even though I enjoy being a **** I am concerned about
what is happening out there? Or up here. Memories that's all I've got... So here I am alone. I don't know where the host that I exist in is. All I know is that my memory is fading. This place I am in is dry. If my form decays, dries up and shrivels
Will I still be here?

Wait! What is this? I feel moist lips pressed on mine…I wake up with a start! Oh, Thank God! I am alive and kicking…..........................and I was dreaming I was $h!t!!!

Answer 3

The pounding in my head eases a little I walk over to a TV shop. The regional news is from the North West, a long way from my home town of Hatfield in Hertfordshire. The time is 7.37 and as my head clears, I remember why I am here. A stupid affair with a temp at work gave my mercenary wife the excuse she had been looking for to grab the house and anything else of value that I owned. Cutting off my nose to spite my face, I left my job to deny my wife the massive alimony award and moved into a flat with the temp, in her home town of Salford. The North West is not the best area for a former investment banker to find a job, especially if he has an address with the wrong post code so when my money ran out, the temp(how appropriate) threw me out and I was homeless and away from my roots. That was in June and now the October air was getting a chill, warning me that a bad Northern winter was not conducive to street life. I was startled by my reflection in the shop window. A scruffy, unshaven man who looked ten years older than my thirty six years. Would you ask this chap for advice on mergers and acquisitions? Not likely!
In my short career, I followed the Hollywood maxim of not treading on people on the way up lest they crush you when you are on the way down. The time had come to swallow my pride and contact an old friend for a little help. I used some of my precious change to call William, a chap who owed me a favour and my rehabilitation began.

Learn well from my experience, Charles and think twice about taking Fiona from marketing to the conference next week. I was lucky, William collected me from Salford and found me a job in one of his companies, which was enough to get me started again. I could have ended as an unknown frozen corpse in a Salford mortuary.

Answer 4

a passer by complains to the police about me, and i get arrested in an unlawful way. In the morning after a suprisingly good sleep a police officer comes in to say sorry for arresting me, gives me breakfast and one pound compensation. i didn't complain it was better than nothing i suppose. later that day i went into a shop to buy some food with my new found fortune, and for some reason instead of buying food i bought a lottery ticket. so i go to a tv shop to watch the draw, feeling lucky that i will get my big break. the first number comes up, great i got that one. and the second one comes up, yes come on two in a row. then the next four come out and i dont have any of them. Taking this experience on board the next time someone is nice and gives me a pound i will use it wisely and buy some nice food. THE END

Answer 5

i then have a flash back of the night before i had been intoxicated to say the least and had taken a cocktail of drugs to compensate the loss of my wife i suddenly realise how cold it actually is and i collapse.

i awake in a hospital with a stunning nurse standing over me her blonde hair all waving gently I reach up and hold her only to be slapped and it was my sister who was standing in front of me she however leans foward and kisses me i punch her in the face take more acid and the world seems real again




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how twisted am i lol

Answer 6

stay in the bus, and only get off with the suit case a few stops farther, at the local commercial centre. Once there, you go to the toilets and transfer the money into your school bag. You then proceed to change your hairstyle before heading out and taking another bus home, thinking about what to tell your mum when she asks you why you are late.

Answer 7

Then I spot a pub on the corner. So, being a cunning wit I proceed to busk away noisily and making the most peculiar patehtic faces to draw attention to my plight. I yearn for that delicious barley nectar, that pint of real ale.

First one quid, then two, three and all of a sudden a twenty!
I pick up me hat, put me shrapnel in me pocket and head to yon pub for a nice pint and to shite somewhere clean.

Answer 8

Time changes people. Especially those you love. So when theres nothing left, you just have to persevere.

Im sorry I cant think of an ending. Thats all I got. If you gave me a title I could work around that. Sorry again but you have a great story there.

Answer 9

I tell myself I must order a taxi if I go out on the piste I can`t stand waking up in the gutter reeking of urine and vomit.

Answer 10

Suddenly, the World ends.