Twist Ending Essay

December 5th, 2019

To Nob Rollan, nothing was better than zooming through  cotton candy skies on his hoverboard after days of hard work. He loved the feeling of wind brushing past his pearly cheeks, the scenery that never ceased to amaze him, and feeling like a free bird. Soaring through the clouds, he landed on his doorstep. Immediately, he smelled the luscious scent of his mother’s signature dish, Indian curry with coconut milk and naan bread. It was practically an invitation to barge right in, but he contained himself with a deep breath and turned the doorknob patiently. 

As the door creaked open, the fragrance of food flooded his senses. His lovely little twin brother and sister were the first to knock him down, greeting him with questions, smiles and tears in their eyes. Then on top came his loyal dog who licked his face clean. The moment of chaos was broken when Nob’s older brother Mob, helped him up and squeezed Nob with his strong arms. Being the breadwinner of the family, Nob was very popular in the Rollan household. 

But being the money maker wasn’t always easy. Not only were the expectations from his family sky high, but the job was physically demanding, emotionally draining, and an extreme risk. Despite all that, Nob was perfectly happy with his occupation. After all, that was all he ever wanted to do ever since he was five. Every job opportunity gave him a rush of adrenaline and the feeling of being alive. He was hooked.

He rested at home for a few days until the next Sunday morning. A bird with a scroll in its claws arrived at the open window in Nob’s room. It was a job request. He took the scroll from the bird and thanked him with a nod. His palms became moist with sweat as he unrolled the paper. As his eyes carefully scanned the handwritten note, his pupils dilated, his heart beat like a hammer, and he felt his armpits dampen. 

Without a second of hesitation, he seized his gear-loaded-bag and hoverboard, along with a pouch full of rations. He stopped by the rooms of his family and kissed their sleeping faces one by one. Nob jumped on his hoverboard and followed the directions on the letter to the designated location. 

Finally, he arrived in front of a cave. A sudden, subtle hiss from the inside sent chills down his spine. Nob drew out his silver blade, nervously gulped, and carefully approached the entrance one step at a time. When he was completely in the dark, the hiss turned into a growl, and the growl turned into a roar. Two massive, devilish eyes appeared in the dark, paralyzing  Nob with fear. This wasn’t like the small goblins or creatures he had faced in the past. This was a beast. 

Suddenly, Nob was blasted away with a blow to the side. In the pitch dark, he lay on the ground, huffing and puffing. Having trouble breathing, Nob knew at least one rib was broken, not the mention the pain being immobilizing. His conscious became hazy and he saw his life flash before his eyes. But he refused the idea of a lonely, pathetic, unmemorable death. He gathered what little strength he had in his arms and started to crawl on his forearms. The beast took notice and went after him. Nob, panted, cried, crawled in desperation, only to come to a dead end. 

In an offset white walled room, lay an unconscious man. A lady in a white uniform entered the room and changed the IV drip attached to the man, observing the ECG. This man had sparked an interest in her ever since she arrived five years ago. His brain waves were always ever so lively, as if he was in an eternal dream. She wondered what dream he was having. Perhaps one about endless adventure and being with loved ones? If so, maybe it was better to be asleep. She smiled at the idea. Suddenly, the ECG reading began producing the warning tone. The nurse gasped, ran out of the room, and called out for a doctor. Nob Rollan’s eternal dream had come to an end. 

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Reflection:

When I started this paper, I struggled a bit. Even though I was excited to write this twist ending, I didn’t know how to start it. I could only think of really generic topics like a zombie apocalypse or a dream scenerio. But after awhile of contemplating, I decided that it would be okay to have a generic story as long as I did the plot twist well. Even though some friends said it was confusing to follow, I was really proud of this piece.

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