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The Great Gatsby: A Short Story

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I stepped into the taxi, still feeling quite uneasy. “Get me home as quick as possible, please, sir.” I said anxiously. His wide eyes leaped into the rearview mirror in curiosity, he then nodded his head and turned his focus back onto the road. I felt nauseous - the inside of the taxi began to spin like a tornado. I began to daydream, falling in and out of a consciousness. Street lights flashed before my closed eyelids every few seconds, keeping me somewhat alert and aware of my surroundings. I started to see different colors, I imagined myself in a world where the East egg didn’t exist. How bright the stars would shine over the ocean, and how peaceful the gentle hum of the water would sound. People like Gatsby spend their whole lives chasing …show more content…

This story is going to be bigger than than the White Sox throwing the world series.” he said confidently. His eyes twinkled for a moment as he peered off into the abyss, then he stood up and drunkily stumbled inside, laughing quietly to himself. I walked home, reflecting on what Jay had just told me. It seems like everybody is losing their mind around the town. Nobody knows what to think anymore, Gatsby being a great example. I thought to myself, has he got a plan? Or has he gone completely mad after the loss of Daisy? That night I tossed and turned, concerned for the mental health of Gatsby. I were to visit him in the morning and talk some sense into him. I knocked on his door at 8 a.m., knowing that Daisy’s green light shuts off around 5 o'clock, giving Gatsby a few hours to himself. His maid answered the door. “Where’s Gatsby?” I asked, peering into the living room. “Oh, he gone for business trip.” she muttered in poor …show more content…

I had to forget anything I thought I knew about him, people will go to extreme measures to take care of their loved ones. I knew where he’d be going next… Daisy. I sat in awe inside the taxi cab. Charcoal grey smoke rose slowly from inside the prison gates like fog on a early Winter morning. “No way!” I smiled sarcastically. Everything I thought I knew about Gatsby, was wrong. I knew he loved Daisy, but I never expected him to kill for her. He has lowered himself to the level of this twisted society, he has given in to the corruptness of this area and lack of core values. “I need to go to my house and grab my belongings and then take me to the airport.” I told the driver, disappointed. “Where do you think you’re going so quick now, son?” “A place far from this hell hole.” I quickly snapped back, holding off tears. I caught the first flight to Texas and quickly adapted to the atmosphere surrounding my new home. The country town is full of love and joy, something I haven’t experienced in way too long. The houses are scrunched together like sardines, but that’s the way the people like it

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