The American Dream “HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU, I NEED THIS REPORT TO BE PERFECT!” “I’LL GIVE YOU EXACTLY 24 HOURS, IF THE NEW REPORT IS NOT ON MY DESK BY THEN, YOU ... ARE... FIRED !” That was the only thing that the employees of DREAMS Corporation can hear from the CEO’s office. However, nobody was paying attention because this is what happens every single day at the company. People were always disgusted and irritated by Jessica’s cold hearted personality, but her family thinks differently.
You’re on your knees now, sobbing. How ironic was it that the place you feel in love would be the place you lost it, too. The broken, empty wind brushes you, not to comfort you, but to taunt you and your misery. It felt so much like that dreaded night.
"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."
Out of the darkness, rivers of brilliant light and color began to flow all around her, as if a dam holding back a rainbow had miraculously burst. Then she heard the music... a melody so beautiful it tugged at her very soul. It was as if the euphony clothed her
I was broken. I had nothing left inside of me, my life was slowly disappearing and I couldn’t stop it. As I lied on the cold wooden floor of my room the pain from where he had hit me was erupting inside of me. Every part of my body ached in agony, I struggled to suck in air. As my eyes flooded with tears and I looked at myself in the mirror I was horrified at the person looking back at me. Blood was running off my face and onto my nightdress. Deep purple welts had already started to form across my fragile body from the forceful impact of his rough fists that consistently made contact with my small figure. But living day and night in this torture couldn’t hurt me anymore than it already has, but what does is that it was him that did this to
Tears burst forth from her swollen eyes like water from a dam. They spilled down her cheeks like rain in a storm. Her tear soaked face trembled as she spoke to me.
1. You used to think the philosophy 'you only live one' is the most ridiculous excuse for justifying everything you've ever heard of - if you're meant to be reckless and live as fast as you can, 'there's a million and one ways to die' sounds much nicer. Explore them. Investigate them. Enjoy them. Cherish everyone of them, especially that split second between when you lean back in your chair and it hangs midway in air so close the the ground that the only thing you can think of is 'that is it.'
Strutting through the familiar, gate worn by time, I spread my arms, taking in the saccharine aroma of the fresh grass. The remaining glimmers of the sun glisten on every blade that peeks through the moist soil, composing a sea of sparkling beauty, only comparable to a poem. The meadow is breathtaking this evening, as the sun sets behind the trees in the distance, leaving a glow of pinks, peaches, ambers, and crimsons behind as if a bowl of fruit had exploded in the sky.
“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.
“I don’t see this getting any better,” I stated blankly. I watched as the words pierced through her eyes and into her heart. I knew exactly what it had meant to say that, and so did she. I had basically said “There’s no chance i’ll stay together with you, and now we are over.”
She looked towards me, her face growing ever paler, she trembled, as tears began to run down her, once rosy red cheeks. her gaping mouth began to move, trying to form words. however she found it difficult as her breath was leaving her
He turned his head. With features distorted in pain, he looked directly at her. The longing in his eyes was unmistakable. His mouth began to move. She couldn’t hear any words. There was only silence. His hand rose wavering beckoning her to come closer.
My heart sank, sadness engulfed me yet the tears never came. I bit my lip until it turned white in an effort to mask my quivering lips. She turned and saw me, kindness evaporated from those brown eyes, as the verdict was confirmed with that cold icy look, she walked off
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t do it anymore. You made me the happiest woman on Earth, and you were the world to me. For now, we must part ways, I’ll see you again soon, your loving wife…” I read aloud.”No!” I wailed, “Don’t be gone! Don’t leave me…” I held her close, unnoticing of the blood that now stained my shirt. All that was there was the feeling of my wife’s cold, limp body in my arms, and the hot tears that streamed down my face in rivers.
“I do, till death do us part.” She wasn’t impressed, her tear stained face and puffy eyes, not even a cake of makeup could hide her disgust. She hated me. The minister turned my way. There was a clutter of thoughts in my mind, then he managed to put my worst nightmare into words, my reply would