"Short stories describing life" is a collection of my short story writing. This is a work of experimental writing to develop storytelling skills. Each story is written from both my own experiences and imagination. If there is a defect Both in terms of using incorrect words, misspellings, and telling stories that are not interesting.

Please help guide me. Thank you in advance. Greetings. -Dark Chocolate

Episode: A young man's dream

By Dark Chocolate

Since I was a small child, I used to sit and look at things around me. Then the imagination goes on and on, for example, that uncle who is walking across the road is actually a powerful mafia godfather in this area who owns a flower shop that is not far from that uncle. He was actually that uncle's closest bodyguard. The lottery seller across the street was a hired gun hired by Uncle's rival gang to take the breath away of Uncle or even a gambler. The workers in the coffee shop where I was sitting were actually police detectives who were looking for them. That mafia uncle, huh!

It's really funny, isn't it? I am just a young man who has always dreamed in my imagination since I was a child until I graduated from university 3 years ago. Years ago, I still couldn't find a job. I don't even know my dreams or even the reason I have to wake up and live tomorrow. I live by wasting my parents' money day after day. Living without dreams, life is completely dull.

I'm probably just a loser like this forever. The only thing I'm good at is using my imagination to take myself into a world of imagination where I can do everything and have everything I never had. But it is only temporary happiness and soon you will have to return to the real world. If I were to find a dream, it would be to give it to my imaginary world.

A world in which I am truly happy has truly come into being. I fell asleep in the middle of the table in order to get away from this world for a while. Suddenly, there was a loud voice of a child walking up to sit at the table next to me. I felt like I was coming with my mother from the sound of a young woman speaking. The child was told not to make loud noises, and the child calmed down easily.

From the tone of her voice, it was probably a girl who was only in elementary school. Even though her voice had quieted down, I could still hear the mother and daughter's conversation. The mother asked the little child, What are you teaching today? Today the teacher talked about dreams for the future. The little one answered his mother.

So what is your ambition? I answered that in the future I want to be...umm. The little one's voice was quiet for a moment. Is something wrong? Mother's voice asked, puzzled by the child's silence. My dream is I'm the happiest person in the world! The little one answered in a loud voice. When I heard this, I raised my head to look at the child. That child is smiling.

And for me it was very nostalgic because it was the smiles and words I used to say to my mother when I was a child. Suddenly my thoughts started going back to when we forgot this. Oh, "Happiness". Then I felt like I was just beginning to realize that after all these years, it was probably time to make a change. I thought to myself.

Then I stepped away from the table and walked out of the shop. The sunlight shone through the door like I had just started a new day. Just now, I walked out and saw the same old man walking past the lottery seller. But then, tight! That old man suddenly fell down. I hurriedly ran in to help him sit up and then I noticed blood floating.

Uncle's stomach slowly flowed out and filled his body. Confused by the situation, I asked the lottery man to help me. Looking at him, I saw a gun hidden under the lottery stand and it looked like it had a silencer on it. He looked straight into my face and pulled the trigger. Bang! I fell to the ground, I saw everything slow down and the lottery seller walked away coldly.

There was the sound of people rushing in to see the uncle, one of whom was the owner of a flower shop, followed by coffee shop employees who were probably police detectives. I lay down on the ground and everything became dark. All sounds stopped...then I woke up at the table in the coffee shop.