Creative Writing: Lennie's Dream Farm

Lennie’s Dream Farm.
The sun was gradually setting down. The wind blew lightly, tenderly tickling the leaves on the trees. The bees were still picking the pollen dust on the field, where next to the brush laid a body. The body belonged to a boy with broad but childlike body. His face was peaceful and hopeful, and one might even think that this angel-like child just fell asleep on the field, if only his face wasn’t covered with dark maroon liquid… blood. That evening was calm and quiet, yet not for George. His face was hard and his eyes were blank. No one knew his torment, his distress. His soul was shouting as uproarious as an auto engine. In seconds his pain grew heavier, emotions were jumping from sadness to anger and back. He and Slim was …show more content…
You wait for me Candy.” Slim rushed for the pistol under his mattress. He grabbed six bullets from a small cotton bag, hidden under his small bed and put them into the gun. He hurried back outside, with Candy coming behind him with a long wooden stick he found right next to the corner of the barn. Slim opened the big door of the barn and yelled loudly, “Whoever you are, get out of the barn right now, before I shoot the heck out of you!” There came no answer. “I’ll count to five, if you won’t come out, I am going to find you and then I will whip you with the horsewhip.” Slim put his gun in a holster, and snatched a horsewhip from a hook on the wall. From the furthest corner of the barn, behind a big stack of hay, came a voice. The person was mumbling something, but Slim and Candy couldn’t hear it. They cautiously crept to a huge stack of hay, holding a horsewhip and the brick high above their heads, preparing to hit a ‘robber’. When they finally peeked behind the hay, they saw a boy badly beaten up, and it was George. “George…” Candy said quietly, “Is this really you? Oh golly! What happened with you? Who did this? George! Please answer me! …show more content…
Crooks cared for George all three weeks that George spent in bed, while his rib was healing. They got to know each other very well and became friends. Now George and Crooks didn’t notice the boundary between each other, like other whites - except Slim and Candy - did. Slim and Candy were visiting George every day, while Curley and Carlson were somewhere away from the bunkhouse. In the weeks that George spent in bed, they- George, Slim, Candy, and Crocks, - came up with the plan of how and who is going to manage what. “So George, what you are telling us is that the owners of the land will sell everything to us, including the crops, a cow, three pigs, and five chickens, for eight hundred bucks?” Asked Crocks. “Yes! During the five weeks that I was missing, I helped them with their farm. The old lady has gotten worse. Her husband couldn’t take care of the farm and her at the same time, so when he saw me on the streets all dirty and hungry, he said he will feed me and give me shelter as long as I will work on his farm. So I stayed, until…” his voice got quieter, “Until one day, when I went outside to have some time to myself, Curley and his men have beaten me up.” George eyes turned frightened as the memories of that day came to mind. “Well, I’ve got four hundred bucks saved up on my bank account,” spoke