In Margaret Atwood's story "Happy Endings", the author just begins by saying that a man and a woman meet. The next thing she does is very interesting, because unlike most authors, she doesn't only continue the story one way she imagines, she writes six different endings. I don't really like the first ending as much as the others, because it is very general and seems a bit cliche to me.
The next five endings have more variety and an actual plot to accompany the outcome. My favorite of all of Atwood's endings would probably be C, in which John falls in love with Mary, but she is younger than him, is involved with someone else, and he also has a wife and children. All of those things could stop someone from "going for" that person, but John doesn't care, and I love that. But suddenly, John sees Mary and her partner together, gets jealous (or maybe just plain old sad), and then shoots them both and himself. I was disappointed in this ending at first, but then I thought about it more and realized that these killings were possibly acts of love and mercy. I have to admit, I am kind of a hopeless romantic, so when a person sacrifices himself for someone he loves, I am automatically going to enjoy that story. And yes, I know that some people might think of these killings as murder and think that I'm crazy for thinking that they aren't, but everyone is going to see these endings differently, which is part of what makes reading stories so fun.
If I were to write my own additional ending to this story, it would go something like this:
G.
They were both sitting at the bar in Bear Tavern one Wednesday night, drinking alone. The bartender was going back and forth to each of them and constantly refilling their glasses. Mary was on her fifth margarita, and John was on his eighth shot of tequila. She glanced over at him, as they were the only two people there. He caught her glance and winked. She rolled her eyes, laughed to herself, set down her drink, and got up to leave. Before she could take her coat off the back of her chair, John rushed over, very sweetly got her coat, and offered to help her put it on. Mary, being both drunk and stubborn, refused his offer and left the bar, completely forgetting about the coat. He ran out to give it to her, and found Mary sitting on the curb with her head buried in her arms. He sat down next to her and asked what was wrong, but she just sat there silently. Not knowing exactly what to do, John hailed a cab and got in the backseat with Mary, still holding her coat. When the taxi driver asked John where he wanted to go, he gave him the address of his small, stuffy apartment.
Once they were both seated in John's living room, things started to get awkward when neither of them spoke. John knew Mary wouldn't start the conversation, so he did. It worked. After the ice was broken, they talked and shared personal stories, including why Mary was so upset earlier. This heart-to-heart lasted all night. In the morning, when they had finished talking, things were awkward again because Mary didn't want to leave John, and John didn't want Mary to leave him.
If you noticed the same pattern that I did in the very end of previous stories, you can probably guess what happens next. Everything continues as in A.