My short stories

The falling star

Have you ever looked up into the sky and saw a shooting star? As children, you are told that if you wish on a star, your dream will come true. I am the star that you put all of your selfish pleas on. You beg to be famous or rich. When you wish do you ever think about me? I am falling, I am dead, and you are happy to see my dead body fly across the sky so you can wish selfish thoughts. You never once thought about me, the star that went out and fell. You never wonder if I ever wished to be part of your world, you never looked at me and saw what I had the ability to be, important...