King Arthur Alternate Ending

It was a dark night, Arthur could only see whatever was in his headlights. Arthur had just finished watching a movie at the theater and he had no idea that so much time had gone by. He didn’t have anything or anyone to come home to though, but he craved the warmth and light of his little shack. Arthur broke out of his trance. His thought had consumed his focus. Realizing that he had no idea where he was, Arthur grabbed his phone out of his pocket and attempted to navigate home. He wasn’t as lost as he thought. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, then looked back to the road. There in the middle of the road was a squirrel. Panicking, Arthur swerved to avoid the squirrel, and he just barely ran over the poor creature. Arthur stepped out of his car to confirm he did not kill the squirrel, and he saw

Will you come in here for a moment?” Mr. Foghorn, Arthur’s publisher, shouted to him from his office. Arthur stood up from his computer where he had been writing his next novel and trudged over.

“I apologize for this Arthur, but we’re going to let you go…” Mr. Foghorn told him solemnly. “What? But why? I’ve been meeting all the deadlines, I-I’ve been nice to everyone, I-” “Arthur, Arthur, please. It’s not my call. I love your stories, my wife love your stories, but in these times, what you write just doesn’t sell. Hell, we’re being beaten by “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”! People just don’t like hearing about real issues going on, no matter how well it’s written.” Arthur looked at his computer. He was certain this one would be the one. “Look, just give me another chance! I-I can change up the story, I’ll even start over!” Mr. Foghorn exhaled out of his nose and straightened his jacket. “I wish there was something I could do, I really do. The stores won’t even buy your books.” Arthur felt a familiar ball rise into his throat and his breaths became quick and choppy. He couldn’t cry here, not in front of his publisher. Mr. Foghorn noticed this of