Pal

There was a small white puppy with fluffy curls. His name was Pal. He had grown up with a family that loved him as if he was another child in the family. They would take him out for walks, play with him and cuddle with him whenever he was around. He had lived a happy life. He had all the love, care and attention that any puppy could wish for. Even though the puppy had all these things, Pal had a sense of adventure. He longed to run around free in the world for just a moment  without someone chasing after him.
One day, the Pal’s owner, Suzy, opened the door for him to go out to the yard for a while. Pal was happy, wagging his tail at every person that walked by and barking at every car that zoomed past the house. There was a cool breeze that blew and shook the trees. While it shook the trees, the white gate door opened slightly.  The sound of the gate door’s spring rang in the puppy’s ears. Pal turned quickly and saw that the gate was open. Pal looked back at the house door, than again at the gate. The puppy, excited of finally getting its chance,  scampered over through the gate. It wouldn’t long before he came back anyway.
The dog was standing on the sidewalk, looking in all directions trying to decide where to go. Pal saw a fire hydrant across the street that had been his favorite place to sniff. The puppy was eager to cross the street ans curried over to the edge of the sidewalk. As soon as the puppy was about to make its way cross, a car quickly sped by. The dog was so frightened to see that the car had been so near him. Pal did not know what to do and was overwhelmed with fear. Instantly, the puppy decided to run back to safety. The puppy ran back through the gate, and in through its puppy door. He rushed up the stairs in search of Suzy. When Pal saw Suzy, he rushed towards her and cuddled up on her feet. He wanted her to hug him. He wanted to feel her near him.
Pal had realized that he was happy with what he had. He did not need to go out in the world by himself because all he now wanted was to be with Suzy, who loved him most. While Pal was sitting with her, he felt so secure. He felt like he could face the world alongside Suzy. Pal no longer had desire to leave because he had come to see what the world is like out there, dangerous and full of terrifying decisions that have to be made. Pal knew that everything was ok as long as he stayed happy with what he already had.

Guitar In The Corner

A guitar sat in the corner of a man’s room.  It was an old acoustic guitar. A guitar which had the shape of a pear, its steep curves perfect for setting on one’s lap. It’s light brown wood seemed flawless yet full of dust. Aside from the dust, there was a shine under it that gave the guitar a new glossy look. The neck on the guitar was long. The strings, also dusty. It was a classic guitar. It sat, on a stand, in the corner of a room. The Pegs were made of steel which were rusting at the edges. The guitar was meant to be played, not just as decoration.

At one point in the guitar’s career, it had been used to create music that would bring an overwhelming feeling of happiness to everyone who heard it. It’s strings had been played across by the hard fingers of the guitarist. The fingers would slide up and down the neck creating melodies that came from within the heart. The sounds that came out of the guitar were so rich, that when one closed their eyes, they could go to their happy place. A place that one visits for comfort, but in this case, a place one rushes to naturally.

The owner of this guitar would take it everywhere. The guitar had traveled all across the country, sharing its beautiful music and touching souls of people that one would probably never encounter again. The guitar would play in the middle of the dark forest, around a blazing fire. It would play its music in front of a church. It would play music in the streets or on train stops, just so that it could share its majestic feel with spectators that passed by, bringing its sweet touch to their ears.

The owner of the guitar had once come to love the guitar much more than anything else in the world. He’d care for the guitar, polishing it, changing its old weared out strings for new ones, not letting any dust build up on its framed. It was kept hanging up on the wall for every visitor to see when they walked in the house. It was the centerpiece of whatever room it decorated.

Now, it lay in a corner. Alone. It hadn’t been touched by anyone in years. It yearned for the day that someone would just take a moment to appreciate the value of it. If the guitar was in the right hands, it could create a spell that enchanted the dead back to life.

The Boy With the Red Cape

A woman was wandering down the crowded streets of a busy city that never slept. Under her big brown eyes, black streaks were marked on her cheeks. The woman looked like she had been crying. The woman had no place to be nor anyone to be with.There was a grave sadness that trailed after her. She walked with her arms crossed in front of her chest as if holding the last of herself together. All the woman could think of was what the doctor had just told her. The doctor’s exact words hammered in her mind, breaking her each time she recalled them. The thought of never being able to have children of her own was so devastating that she could feel herself slowly dying.

Ever since she was a little girl, she would play with her little dolls pretending to be a mother. She would care for her dolls with such love that only arouse her enthusiasm towards one day having a real child and starting a real family of her own. Now that she was married to a man she loved immensely, she was so anxious to have a baby. She thought of the wonderful experience she would have when having the baby in her belly, slowly growing and becoming a part of her. She thought of how beautiful it must feel to have the little being move within her. A life she had been given the chance to bring upon this earth. She could only imagine the smooth “bum-bum” sound of the little child’s heart. She wanted to know what it would feel like holding the little child in her arms, hearing its steady breathing and knowing that its tiny little heart was beating. The simple thought of just having someone of her own who would love her unconditionally was enough for her butterflies to fill her stomach.

It killed her to think that all those illusions she once had of having a child, were just an impossible dream. There was no hope for her. Nothing she could change. How would her husband react when he found out? Would he still love her even though she could never give him a child? She felt useless. She would never have the privilege of being a mother. She would never experience the warmth of being called “mommy”, of having her baby run up to her for comfort when scared. She thought about all the other women in the world who were able to have children yet chose carelessly not to. It broke her heart yet enraged her that while she was dying on the inside because she couldn't bring a child to the world, another woman was dying because she didn't know how to get rid of a child that was already preparing to come into the world.

The women kept walking through the city and saw a park across the street. In the park, there were many little children running around and giggling innocently at their games. They ran around without a care in the world, happy as can be. The woman walked through the small black gate and sat down on a wooden bench in front of the slide. The woman was watching them with her torn illusions, yet it made her happy to see the children playing games as if their entire life was a never ending game where there is only joy. She saw a little boy who looked about five years old. He had blonde curls long enough to fall slightly over his head. His eyes were a deep sea blue and his lips a pale rosy color. His fingers were dirty with much and he had signs on his face of having swept those little dirty hands of his across his cheek. The boy made her feel bubbly because he was wearing a blue superman shirt with a bright red cape on the back. It seemed terribly adorable how he kept trying to climb up the slide, keeping all the other anxious children from taking their turn down.

The little boy, holding on to the sides of the slide seemed determined to climb up the slide. He seemed so focused on his goal even though with every step he took upwards, he slid back down. The other kids were becoming impatient and started yelling out  at the little boy to move because they wanted a turn down the slide. The little boy in his superman shirt ignored the other kids. One big boy yelled down at him “I’m going down, so you better move unless you want me to hurt  you!” The little superhero kept on with his climb. Then, the bigger boy just slid down and knocked the little boy down hard on to the floor. Instantly, the woman stood up and ran towards him.

For a moment, her thoughts had been focused on the little boy so when she saw him on the floor, she thought it was her opportunity. She picked up the crying child in her arms and tried calming him down. The boy held his tiny little elbow in pain while at the same time, cried of fear because of the strange woman who was holding him. The little boy began calling for his mommy, but the woman would not let him go. Her mind was not thinking clearly. “Maybe i should take him home with me,” she thought to herself. She squeezed him tighter, close enough to her body that she could feel the child trembling with fear and his heart pounding rapidly. She felt a cold rush through her body and a tingling sensation on the back of her neck. She looked around frantically in sign of the little boy’s mom. No one was around. “This is my chance,” she whispered. “ Now is my chance.” Her exasperation had taken over her. At the moment, her mind wasn't thinking straight. It was all happening too fast.

Old Money, New Money and Everybody Else

In The Great Gatsby,  there are major differences between those three groups of people. Old money is seen as the most respected group because for generations they have been known to be wealthy. Most of them believe that they are better than everyone else because it runs in their blood to be successful. Is is seen as ridiculous and crazy for some one of old money to marry anyone beneath them. They live lives of extravagance and are not familiar with the struggle of actually working hard for what they have. They probably strive for nothing else because on the outside, their lives seem as perfect and as the life that everyone else dreams of.
New money involves people who became lucky and work hard to get what they have. Starting from the bottom and going from tags to riches. Old money looks down on them because of that, because the new money people came from "rags" or nothing to something. That makes them not be at the same level as them. Although, new money seems to be the ones who deserve it because it took them hard work and dedication for it. Everybody else hopes to one day be lucky enough to become part of the new money group. Everyone else is seen as the lowest kind of people who work night and day. They work for the new and old money yet don't get part of the wealth they deserve.