The Great Gatsby Creative Writing

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Alex, a mid-adolescent boy, was out for a walk one summer's day.

He had a single mission today that separated this boring day from the last few boring days.

He wanted an ice cream, one of soft vanilla and chocolate fudge drizzle from his favourite ice cream shop on the corner of his street. He had enough change finally and nothing could stop him from getting this ice cream.

The sun beamed down rays of hot heat. The cool breeze from the coastal winds made his mouth water for the ice cream even moreso. He needed that could treat more than ever.

Alex hopped onto the sidewalk. The shop wasn't really too far. He would have to decide to walk on either the grass lawn or the warm concrete but either one would take him to his sweet paradise.

Alex …show more content…

The room had no doors, just clear windows, a desk and a chair. The cube-shaped room appeared hovering in the center of a bigger room. The cube room was surrounded by men and women in fantasy clothes with floating pens and paper. They bickered to each other and argued over the contents on the floating books at their side.

Alex wasn't sure if they were even human. It was hard to make out details from inside the glass cube room.

"His stats are far too low for our standards." said one of the beings.

"He's completely unremarkable and undesirable," said another.

"I have feelings, you know." said Alex to the beings surrounding his cube room.

A being approached closer to the glass and looked Alex up and now.

"The boy has one arguably high stat. Luck. He was chosen for this, was he not?" said the closest being, with his hand pressed against the glass cube.

Alex placed his hand on the glass, against the Scholar's hand.

'Is this what he wanted me to do?' thought Alex, confused and disoriented by the situation.

"See. Look how stupid this one is," said one of the females, "He's trying to touch Master Dorrell's hand just now. He doesn't realize their is a barrier in …show more content…

He couldn't trust sidewalks anymore, even if it was a dream. Not after falling through it and teleporting to a magical place where Alien Scholars judged him like as if he was a mutt in a dog show.

Licking his soft vanilla ice cream, Alex watched as clouds rolled in off of the mountains in the distance, approaching his town.

"It's going to rain, isn't it." sighed Alex, "Of course on the day I get a cold treat."

The clouds rolled in over the bright sun, blanketing the town in cotton ball clouds.

As the thick clouds blew overhead Alex began to feel weightless. It was the same feeling he felt when he fell through the concrete sideway into the Alien prison.

"Oh no. Not the magic again!" he shouted, "No, no, no, no no no no..."

His feet lifted off of the grass lawn, slowing hovering upwards into the air towards a bright blinding light.

Alex watched as his ice cream remained in place, hovering below him in the exact spot he was holding it before he began magically floating.

"No! At least, at very least let me bring the ice cream! I paid for it. I paiiiiddd for iiit!" shouted Alex as the clouds sucked him into the sky at intense speeds.

"I don't want to die!!!" screeched Alex as a magic force pulled him into the

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