Endings

I was having a conversation with my sister. The conversation itself isn't important, so I'm not going to get into that. Except you want to know what we were talking about, don't you? I can feel your burning curiosity over the ether.

Okay—fine. I'll tell you. I was writing one of the past weeks' blogs and I couldn't figure out how to end it.

Endings are hard. They're as important as, if not more important than, beginnings. Yeah, the beginning needs to engage and interest you enough to read on, but the ending needs to leave you a satisfied customer. It's not easy. Trust me.

Anyway, I was having trouble wrapping up the blog, so I Google-chatted my sister. Have I mentioned that woman is brilliant? She instantly sent me a list of excellent endings. 

No, I didn't use any of them. 

However, I did compile a list of the best ones for your reading pleasure.

My Sister Ends It: A Short List of Her Fantastic Endings

... And then there were none.

... You wouldn't have thought that chickens could do that.

... The next thing we knew, we were rolling down the hill screaming.‬

... And that's why we should never jump down elevator shafts‬.

... That's how we came to be covered in paint and rolling on the floor.‬

... It just goes to show you, don't trust a jaguar with a pink bow on its ear.

Do you have your own ending to add? Or perhaps you have a particular favorite ending from a published work? 

As for me... I didn't know where the leprechaun came from, but I smiled at him and said, "Come in, we're having short ribs for dinner."