Creative Writing: The American Dream

out from the walls, two doors leading in, two benches on both sides of the room, a long meeting

Approximately 5 minutes later we were greeted by Mr. Murphy and were escorted into his office space. Mr. Murphy’s office space was observed to be two rooms that were divided by a wooded partition and a door that leads into the second room.

Weeks later, as Snowman stares into the familiar bright green eyes, he thinks back to what led him here, forgetting the fact that in a few moments, his whole world will be turned upside down.

It was unclear what exactly woke up the small elf, maybe the unfamiliar sounds of horse hooves against the ground, maybe the bright sunlight shining through the sparse forest, maybe the motions of the carriage from the uneven terrain, or some divine forsaken mixture of the three. When she attempted raising her arms to shield her eyes from the harsh light, she discovered that they had been bound together, and rather tightly at that. 'Great,' she thought to herself.

We arrived at D.C. The imprisoned citizens cheered to find themselves freed from the grasp of chains. I smiled a little. I got off the horse and so did Jonathan and the little kid. I tried to pet it again. Its head pushed against my chest softly and snorted, “ what should I name you stallion?” I thought for awhile and found a name for the horse, Night’s-Edge, Night for short. I pet Night’s ear and sighed then put her on a stall to wait for my return, “ i’ll be back, Night. I promise” Night snorts then looks away and eats the grass. The little child that was on Night with me and Jonathan tugged at my pants a little to get my attention. I looked at the child and he looks at my eyes with fear, “ what’s the matter?” the child looks down and whimpers

there was once a man named trump who wanted to give Hillary a thump when he tried she stepped aside and gave him a bump in the rump his skin a orange as the California sun a smile that made children want to run such a man whom all loved to hate with a belly that made you wonder what he ate he wished to "make america great again" He disrespects women and only likes mie he was a violent soul to manys' dislike with a voice that sounded like a motorbike however he would still bellow of how he was just a common fellow With a loan of a million dollars from his father To start his business, though no one would bother Failure after failure with no success He now tries to add a nation to his mess Is this this the best that we could possibly suggest.

A blue house, red shutters, and a white picket fence with a border collie. Three kids are running around in the front lawn up on a hilltop. That is what the American dream is right? The American dream is truly in the eye of the beholder. One might think that the American dream is an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, but others might want the smell of fresh cut grass in a small suburb. It’s whatever the person who is working for it wants it to be. As we can see in the play, all of the main characters might be striving for an American dream, but none of them are striving for their same American dream.

My experience riding the rails during the Great Depression was quite astonishing. I had a lot of adventures on that train with my best friend Jack Sawyer. We would always sneak out of our house at 9:00 p.m. to go to the train station to catch a train. Me and Jack would always carry a backpack with us to keep all our food, drinks and money in. We would write letters to our parents saying that we are never coming back home and that shouldn’t come looking for us because they will never find where we are.

“My office is right at the back of the clinic, I saw what was happening on the news and took precautions before they tried to check this room. They think the door won’t open because the room is empty and if you don’t mind me being quiet, I’d like to let them keep thinking that.” He grumbled.

"...n...no." He entered through into a spacious, but strangely empty stage. "Whoa, what is this place?"

that House. " Frank replies " What House are you talking about ? " Ron

A buzz left the elevator as it traveled up the levels, moving slowly, almost as if it didn't want to enter the floor she was headed towards. Elizabeth stood in the middle of the box, wiping off the deep red color off of her lips, trying to get rid of the bitter and unpleasant taste that lingered from earlier. The small white handkerchief she held was now getting dirty and looked like a small child took a red crayon to it.

“I’m not looking to stay, but I do have important news that I think the people of this Inn would like to hear” The few people that were staying in the Inn looked over at him curiously.

Nodding Sara and the rest of the group pushed off of the wall, following Rachel to the briefing room. When Rachel walked in she saw Keyes sitting and the second to last table with a few other people, and just behind them sat two other people, who were, dressed in black. Looking at

Everyone here sucks. They all do the wrong choices, the wrong stuff, the wrong everything. I’m Mr. Hoo, and Turtle is the dumbest of all. Who puts all of her money in the stock market. Well thats dumb Turtle. She needs to be smarter times like 1,000,000,000(one billion).