About The American Dream Novels & Stories

Her voice held shock "I had a dream last night, about you" I breathe "you died" "Sweetie, its just a dream" "No mom, its not. It seemed so real. That was what happened with Ben" my voice cracked "am staying here" she let out a long sigh, a sigh of defeat. "I won't go anywhere today, so I'll be fine" she said, holding my shoulder "Promise?" "I promise, if that's what will make you happy and go to school". I smile. I hugged her before going back to my room and getting ready.

She was basically stuck in the US, helplessly living a life in the rat race. "If.. If it's that bad.. How, then, did you come here?" Marie looked even sadder as she answered, "Growing up, both for me and my friends.. America was always the dream.. Everybody wanted to come here.. We thought it would automatically mean a better life for us.. We were being foolish, but we didn't know it.. I hoped all my life to one day get to America.. I learnt the language as fluently.. I read books, I watched movies.. I lived for America.. But then I got here and I realized it was all smoke and mirrors.. But by then, it was too late.. I couldn't go back.."

I smiled at him. “My dad was going to run for president someday,” I said, going back to our original conversation. “I never understood the appeal, but he would have been good at it. Me? I just want to make things better and I think I can do more on the sidelines.” “What kind of things?” Henry asked. He made himself comfortable on the blanket, his eyes focused on me as he ate his meal. “Everything,” I said with a laugh. “I want to make people safer, healthier, and kinder. I think the world could be an amazing place for everyone.”

Delia "I see, well Ash's father is my first love when I was nineteen he came to pallet town during his travel, he stayed here and we met, we fell in love and married, soon Ash was born and time went by when Ash became five he said he wanted to continue his traveling and I couldn't stop him from following his dreams so I stayed behind to look after Ash, whenever I see Ash I am reminded of him they both are very much the same, when Ash said that he wants to travel and become a pokemon master I was both sad and happy, sad because I will not be able to see him every day and happy because he is following his dreams just like his father" Lauren just stares at her as he listens, he realizes that De

Was it a dream? ***

We just try to keep moving along, hoping our next big mistake won’t destroy whatever little bit we still have left. But dreams have a different kind of meaning to humans. They mean a lot, and are deeply personal to those involved. Dreams mean freedom; they give you a glimpse of the future and the truth. A dream can reveal a possibility of what might be. The dreamer is able to see the future with clarity, but it’s far less clear than what the actual event actually looks like. And that’s why, even though he tried hard to avoid dreaming as much as possible, sometimes, he found himself dreaming about the same exact thing over and over again. Sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. Sometimes, there

He did feel a lot guilty at first, but then he saw that his siblings and parents were just using him to provide for them while they did either the minimum amount of work or no work all together. He told me how he always had dreams of leaving the countryside and that he would find the perfect job, meet the perfect woman. How he dreamed that he would buy a home with a white picket fence and a yard where they could raise their children and have parties and weekend fun with friends. It's a pity dreams don't always come true the way you dream them. He has the women of his dreams as he calls me and his little one and that makes us a family. Unfortunately the white picket fence and the dream job ar

He asked with a hint of anger. "It's just..." She began hesitantly. "I miss... I miss the life I used to have. The dreams I once held dear." Tears glisten in Amara's eyes as she gathers the courage to speak her truth. "I have so many dreams. But now, I feel like I can't do anything. I want to study and go to college, like everyone else. I want to chase my dreams and make something of myself." She whispers, her voice trembling with emotions.

I asked and she turned to me. "You know that my dreams is bigger than anything else right?" She asked as she looked at me coldly. That's when I know that she changed.. she looked at me differently. I don't know if she's disappointed at me, mad at me or even.. hate me to death right now. "You know.. that my dreams are bigger than anything in this world. You know that I'm just like my father." She said as she walked towards me. "Being a successful businesswoman is in front of my eyes.. and as you know I'm expanding my wings in America. Do you think you can take it away from me?"

“How can I know what you’re offering if you won’t tell me? I can’t think straight if I don’t know what I’m thinking about! This is… it hurts my brain… I just can’t…” “Just think about the yard,” I said. “Do you want it, or not?” “But it’s not about the yard, is it? You want something from me. You’ve always wanted something from me.” “It doesn’t matter,” I said. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about your dream.” “Tell me,” she insisted. “What’s your dream? What does happiness mean? Just tell me, Max!” “A baby,” I said. “I want you to have my baby. That’s what happiness means.” I sighed. “I dream about being a father.”