About The American Dream Novels & Stories

It was nice and naive. "The class system has more to do with money rather then the family you were born with, but it does exist and very well too. I am not in the same class with Amir in the states too, " Dream said. It was not something that she liked to admit but it was the truth. She did not have much of a chance with Amir. "Oh, that is sad I guess. The world is the same everywhere," Aliyah said and Dream nodded. It was sad. "We should start going for the party, I am sure that they would have started by now, or at least they would be preparing to start," Dream said and Aliyah nodded.

Mateo wasn't getting much from there and her book selling was no longer enough to take her children to college. Fortunately, a scholarship came across them and they immediately applied for it, Mareili had tried her best, she had tried to balance editing through several of her Mom's work and Reading. At the end of it all, Joachim got the scholarship but Mareili didn't and since then, he had been using this to taunt her, claiming to be more times better than her... "Mareili!"

They dream of contributing to causes they care about, such as education, environmental conservation, or community development. They prioritize experiences over material possessions, valuing the memories they create together and with loved ones. Their shared dreams aren’t just about achieving milestones—they’re about building a life filled with purpose, connection, and joy. Their vision for the future includes a balance of adventure and stability, independence and togetherness, personal growth, and shared achievements.

Emma adjusted her skirt after stepping out of the public bus. She's not a rich girl, just a poor orphan with no financial background. She sighed a relief staring at the tallest building in the city. The most capable company that pays well but was difficult to enter. It's was her dream to work in a place like that even though she knew it wouldn't be easy but here she was. Like a dream come true. * She was required to start work today according to the email she got the day after her interview.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

It’s not in my best interest to anger the man who’s helping me. “Difficult, yes. Impossible, no. That’s the mistake you Americans are always making. You’re not dreamers anymore.” He gestures around us with his cigar clenched between his large knuckles. “Most of these people have no clue what they’re doing, and more importantly, why they’re doing it. If you have a dream, make a plan, and stick to it, that’ll take you a lot further than simply following orders.” “I suppose so,” I reply cautiously. “But some people don’t have the resources to do that. They’d starve if they weren’t working all the time. Hell, some of them are starving even though they’re working all the time.”

She whispered, rubbing at her tired eyes. "Do you want this to be a dream?" I curiously asked as she yawned, shrugging her shoulders as sleep began to take her once more. "I've become very good at dreaming. I must miss you so much that I'm getting you confused with my dreams and reality." She laughed, unknowing that her words shot a pained bullet right through my heart. Dreaming was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but why is it that she's dreaming of things that every human should have the right to? Dreaming of being free, I thought this was supposed to be a free country?

I watched as she dragged another chair out of the shadowy corner of the room and sat after dusting it off, now on the same eye level with me. “As you know, or probably not, I’m not fully American,” she began casually, crossing one leg over the other like we were discussing something trivial like the weather. “When I came to America, I was hoping for a better life because that was what I promised my family back at home. They borrowed money so I could live out the American dream. Failure wasn’t an option. I had to be successful.”