By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, journalism keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community. – Oscar Wilde

Dream Big

As I lie here in the green grass filled with beautiful little buttercups, the sun beaming down from the bright blue sky, headphones on listening to soothing, slow music. Whilst laying there, watching the birds fly by, hearing the children laughing and screaming on the park I realise something…do I really need to be the person other people want me to be? No, I don’t. I will make the choice I want to in life, I want to be the one who wants to fall in love, travel the world, get the job I’ve always dreamed of and become successful. I want all those things, it’s just getting them is the hard part.

There’s been highs and lows in my life, difficult times that have brought me to the lowest I could be, but pulling through has been the best thing I could ever have done. I’ve got my family close by, my friends there when I need them, and a boyfriend that makes me smile every single day.

He’s always there when I need a helping hand, or a shoulder to cry on or someone to make me laugh until my insides hurt. I’m glad he’s by my side with me through the times when I wished I wasn’t on this earth anymore. I hope he is with me for as far into the future as I can imagine, he makes me complete.

As I stand up to go back to the car, grabbing my bag and blanket off the grass, I notice a big black cloud moving slowly across the sky, threatening to cause a storm. I really don’t fancy getting soaked in my new clothes, so I pick up the pace in order to get back quicker. It wasn’t that far away, five minutes or so maybe. It’s getting closer, ok let’s run!

I made it to the car, phew! I do love my car though, a vintage mini cooper in red, just like the one out of the Italian Job! Getting back to the house I had a little thought. Hmm…shower and pj time? I think so! Heading upstairs I walk down the hall reminiscing on the memories on the walls. Pictures of family and nights out with friends, I love walking past them, they put a smile on my face. As I walk further down the hall, I hear a strange noise. “is that my alarm?” I think to myself, and it is! Ringing pretty loudly actually. I run into my bedroom to switch it off, sat on my bed trying to remember which switch it is, and then…

I wake up. What just happened? I thought that was all real, it seemed so real.  But that’s the life I only dream of, I don’t live it.


2 responses

  1. For the first time I have found a kindred spirit in prose and maybe in depth of soul. I was randomly trying to find a friend through yahoo when it took me to your page on this website I have never been too. Your short story caught my eye and the denouement blew me away. Then I read some of your poems and I hsd to stop afte like 4 or 5 because I found myself not only liking the style and tone but also emphasizing with the themes and mood. There is so much I want to say but I dont want to overwhelm you. Needless to say I have written poems I feel are in the same vain as yours and have been wanting to publish some sample books but first needed a focus group to confirm my main audience for buying if any. Now I just want to have poetry readings with you. Please text or call my phone: 609-670-4279 I normally keep late hours and its my private sell so feel free to contact me any time. Or you can try looking me up on facebook if you have that. I just downloaded this service but have not signed up yet. Please reply Jess P. I would like to get your opinion on some of my work and see and ask questions about yours. Thanks.

    Anthony EriK

    July 26, 2013 at 5:21 am

    • Hi there,

      Thankyou very much, I really appreciate your views and feedback on my pieces.
      If you wish to contact me, feel free to contact me through e-mail:


      July 29, 2013 at 1:26 pm

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