Three alternate endings to "The Odyssey":

1: Odysseus pops his head out from under the sheepskin seconds too early, to check for cyclopses. Squishing ensues.

2: After 10 years of plying the ocean, he takes a bath, and dies.

3: The ship runs out of food. Odysseus eats everyone, then gnaws his own leg off, before running aground. He starts a new kingdom where no man can have more than three limbs.

A little piece of what I'm working on

This is a little idea from my play (or possibly short story...? dunno yet)
let me know what y'all think if you get a chance to read it.
'A man in rags sits in a fucked up chair. On a table beside him, there’s a sheaf of papers and a dented, old, evil looking pistol next to a gnarly old box of bullets and a little battery powered lantern. A battered army cot sits next to the table. There’s a mirror, too. He takes the papers and shuffles them until he finds one in particular and puts it on top. He picks up the gun, weighing it. He puts it in his mouth, finds this uncomfortable, and moves it to his temple. He squeezes his eyes shut, then opens them after a moment, gets up, and goes to the mirror, putting the gun to his head again. He studies the angle. It’s not quite right. He adjusts it until he’s sure the angle’s perfect. He practices putting the gun up to this position until he’s sure he can get it without looking. Then he walks over to the lantern, turns it off and puts the gun to his head. He pulls the trigger. The gun clicks. He turns on the light with shaking fingers, put the gun back with the bullets, and lies down in the bed.
Can’t get a damn thing right in this world, he says.'