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This is another short story I wrote for my Intro. to Writing Fiction course. I wrote it in ten minutes as an in-class exercise. I won second place. Enjoy. :)
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This is the photo that inspired me to write my first real story in the fourth grade.

This is the photo that inspired me to write my first real story in the fourth grade.

It just so happens that I come across it on Tumblr. So thank you Tumblr for bringing back what inspired me to write in the first place. (:

Big City Dreams.

I step out of the yellow cab,

The smell of pizza wafts through my nostrils.

I stretch my neck

As my eyes try to reach the top of the skyscrapers.

I gasp,

How do they get up there?

It’s so tall!

Daddy’s hard calloused hands

Grab my itty bitty ones

As we walk through the crowded streets

Of New York City.

I try to keep up with Daddy’s long strides

As we cross the street

And step into line with other tall people.

Why is everything so big here?

I look at the building and see a poster of

The Lion King.

I can’t wait to see it!

I smile.

The man behind me takes out

A smoke.

I cough as he blows it in my direction.

Daddy pushes me in front of himself

So he can block the smoke.

It smells really icky,

I scrunch my nose in disgust.

The line finally moves

And we end up at the doors

Where a man in a red jacket stands.

Daddy gives the man our tickets,

Then we step through the doors.

I hold Daddy’s hand

As we walk down red-carpeted stairs to our seats.

We sit down near the front and I look around.

The red cushioned chairs are made for fat people,

But Daddy seems to fit fine and he’s not fat.

The stage has a black floor and a big red curtain hangs above.

A lady with big yellow hair and too much perfume sits next to me.

The lights go off and I grab Daddy’s hand,

I’m scared of the dark.

He squeezes it reassuringly as the audience hushes.

The curtains open slowly as music starts.

“Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase.

It means no worries for the rest of your days.”

I bounce in my seat, smiling big,

To the beat of my favorite song.

Simba goes on stage along with his friend Nala.

I know that there’s a man and a lady

Underneath those costumes,

But they seem so real.

I want to be just like them

On stage playing my favorite movie.

That’s my big city dream.

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