Hotel California

by misstoria

Published January 14, 2013

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 This piece is based on the song Hotel California by The Eagles




    Everyone wants to be somebody. Riches, fame, happiness the key to the American Dream. Today,  somewhere in the country there is a little who wants to be a model, and a little boy who wants to make music. 10 years later there both eighteen and if they want they could have anything, college, job, house. Instead they leave for the land of Dreams : California.  At first it's hard and then it falls in to place. Our little girl meets a boy with a wallet and a sly smile  next thing you know shes wearing Tiffany diamonds driving here Mercedes Benz. That boy, who was once her best friend, is out living his dream up on the stage. Everything has it's new, shiny California plastic surgery gleam; but only for a moment.

       Our little Midwestern girl marries a tough L.A. man and she thinks she is happy, but the bruises are too dark. She smiles and shops, pretending that she is not living in hell. Our young Midwestern boy has the music, the money, and the drugs. His brain floats with ecstasy induced hallucinations, and he sees her floating through his dreams, the way. Soon he finds her in her mansion, and he looks at her painted face seeing a grimace hidden behind lip stick. The facade crumbles when the rain falls melting away the lies.

         He wants to run with her hand in his. They pack their bags and act alright, but something is lurking in what was supposed to be goodbye. They drive and drive for days, and years but still California looms. She wishes for her house, and her credit car. He wants his band, his vintage Les Paul guitar. The turn back to the Land of Dreams seeing the truth in the Hollywood Sign, a grave marker for the hearts and souls. They bury their pasts, morals,souls  at it's base choosing a more painful, glamorous life.

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Omni
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Omni wrote a review Review · Feb 3, 2013

Here to review!
My name is Omniyus, dear person!

I will grade this story as I read it, so bear with me if I say something that is answered later in the story. Your story will be in quotes and my notes will be in spoiler mode.

Everyone wants to be somebody. Riches, fame, happiness
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I think a colon would be sufficient here
the key to the American Dream. Today,somewhere in the country there is a little
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girl?
who wants to be a model, and a little boy who wants to make music. 10 years later there both eighteen and if they want they could have anything,
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Again, I think a colon would do better than a comman
college, job, house. Instead they leave for the land of Dreams: California. At first it's hard and then it falls into place. Our little girl meets a boy with a wallet and a sly
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space?
smile next thing you know shes wearing Tiffany diamonds driving here
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I think you want to say, driving here in a Mercedes Benz
MercedesBenz. That boy, who was once her best friend, is out living his dream up on the stage. Everything has it's new, shiny California plastic surgery gleam; but only for a moment.

Our littleMidwesterngirl marries a tough L.A. man and she thinks she is happy, but the bruises are too dark. She smiles and shops, pretending that she is not living in hell. Our youngMidwesternboy has the music, the money, and the drugs. His brain floats withecstasyinduced hallucinations, and he sees her floating through his dreams, the way. Soon he finds her in her mansion, and he looks at her painted face seeing a grimace hidden behind lip stick. The facade crumbles when the rain falls melting away the lies.
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I think you want to space out those smushed together words with "-" instead of just having them packed together like the way they are.


He wants to run with her hand in his. They pack their bags and act alright, but something is lurking inwhatwas supposed to be goodbye. They drive and drive for days, and years but still California looms. She wishes for her house, and her credit car
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credit card?
. He wants his band, his vintage Les Paulguitar. The turn back to the Land of Dreams seeing the truth in the Hollywood Sign, a grave marker for the hearts and souls. They bury their pasts, morals,souls at it's basechoosinga more painful,glamorouslife.


I think that you should just go back through this and just space out those words. Other than that, this is great and I loved it so much!

Keep writing! I just hope that you write something original. There are great things that go through fanfiction items, but they are someone else's idea. I think you would be great if you created your own idea.

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silverfin713
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silverfin713 wrote a review Review · Jan 14, 2013

I like the song, and I like this piece of writing! It's very creative, and has a great mood. I like how you say "our little girl" and "our little boy", like we know them really well.It also provides a sort of innocence, as well. A lot of feeling is condensed into just these three short paragraphs. We hardly know these characters, yet I feel a deep connection to them all the same. I enjoyed seeing the life of both the boy and girl, too. Some of my favorite lines are:

"Soon he finds her in her mansion, and he looks at her painted face seeing a grimace hidden behind lip stick. The facade crumbles when the rain falls melting away the lies."

I love the deep sadness and wonderful imagery this evokes.

And:

"Our little girl meets a boy with a wallet and a sly smile.."

"Our little Midwestern girl marries a tough L.A. man and she thinks she is happy, but the bruises are too dark. She smiles and shops, pretending that she is not living in hell."

By the end I really feel sorry for them. When he yearns for his vintage Les Paul guitar, so do I.
This is really short, but I think if you add in some more (details, literay devices, a plot, all that good stuff ;) ) you could have the potential for something really great, even a short story, and I'd definitely read it.

Thanks for sharing, and keep writing!

Silver



Be happy, my friend; and if you obey me in this one request, remain satisfied that nothing on earth will have the power to interrupt my tranquility.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein