All American Dream Novels & Stories

I failed to get the desired outcome for the very first time in my life! Who really is this Jana Salazar? And why am I drawn to her like a moth to a flame?

“This isn’t heaven. This isn’t hell. You’re in between — where the unremarkable, the wasted, and the undeserving come to prove themselves.” Its gaze swept over all of us like a spotlight, freezing me in place. “You begged for second chances,” it continued. “You cried about regrets. You wished for do-overs. So here we are! Your wish granted. All you have to do…” It paused, that grin never faltering. “…is win.”

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.

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

I'd just chug a couple of energy shots and keep pushing through. In the winter, with temperatures dropping well below freezing, I would wash dishes at restaurants until my hands were red and swollen. I worked three jobs a day, scraped together enough money to cover the medical bills, then kept pinching pennies to put him through college. Meanwhile, my own education permanently ended with a high school diploma. For the past six years, I practically killed myself working in real estate sales. I drank until I suffered a gastric ulcer, secured 13 separate top-performer titles, and became widely recognized as the undisputed closer in the industry.

I wake up to the sound of my phone calling the Adhan; I can't believe it's morning already. I get up to observe Fajr (morning) prayers and go back to sleep. I wake up a few hours later, dress up and go to the gym. I can't wait for this year to be over; I am finally going to be done with university. I am in my final year of studying software engineering at California State University, Fullerton.

"Now can you explain this unprompted attitude of yours" "I'm terribly sorry ma, I lost my mom" Mareili said shyly, trying to avoid every look of self pity. Mr. Thompson removed her spectacles. "So? How does that got to do with my work? Are you the only one who lost a parent, some kids younger than you are even loose two yet they stay strong and here I was thinking I was doing you a favor by letting you work with me even though I observed you and saw how weak and dull you are and you've just proved me right, just a parent and you gave yourself a day off coming into my office dressed like some commercial stripper I am so much ashamed and disappointed at you and I'm sorry to say this... YOU ARE

But instead, she asked, “Really? Artimous died?” I giggled then went on explaining my dream. I expressed every emotion I had felt in it and the emotion and movement that Laylan had felt and made. As I finished the boys rounded the corner into the room. Mitchell heard me say the name Daemon and his tan face twisted in shock. “What? Are you saying you had a dream about Daemon, too? Veda has always dreamed of him though she never really says much about it. Who is this guy? I mean what are the odds that you both would be having dreams about two guys with the same name.” He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner.

’ However, no matter how she views the place, she cannot dream of looking up to it. “Silly you, that will remain as your dream. Just a dream,” Amandla said while rubbing her buttocks after a hard fall from the ground. She pointed her index finger at the silence with no one else around. “And I shall keep my limits to it in the dream.” She had to remind herself because it was better for her to keep believing that her dream or wishes did not come true. “Stand up, Amandla; you must try harder,” She exhaled. “Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.”