George Wilson's Blog

Who did this to Myrtle and why? I was just working in the garage and everything was so routine. I was fixing up cars almost the whole day. Myrtle and I were talking about moving more west, to try and get away from this place. I know that she has wanted to move more to the west for years now. I just wanted to make her happy. I would do anything for Myrtle, and I was afraid that she wasn’t in love with me anymore. I remember one day at the garage where Tom and Myrtle were so secretive around me. How she keeps taking trains to New York not really saying what she was doing up there. How could I not have known?!? Moving west would make her so happy and make her love me again, but now she is dead. She’s dead. Hit by a car passing just outside the garage. She went out into the street to get away from me because we were fighting. And I don’t even know who hit her, the yellow car just sped off without even stopping! I’m so confused and heartbroken I don’t know what to do right now. I don’t kn...

Myrtle’s dead, just like that. I watched her get run down with my own eyes, right in the middle of the road. It was the worst thing I’ve ever seen. Sure, I might have felt like she didn’t care about me, like she hated me, but she was still my wife. I still loved her, and I wanted her to love me. But now she’s gone, and there’s nothing I can do to bring her back. I feel incredibly sad. Nothing else could make today any worse. I was a little hopeful that I could convince Myrtle to break off her affair, that she would begin to love me when we moved out West. I had dreams, and they were all shattered. I was crying for the rest of the day. But I felt something else too, anger. I hated the driver that ran her down. I wanted to kill him for what he had done. The heartless man that was driving didn’t even try to stop. I saw that car, too. The one that hit her. It was bright yellow, and looked like it was worth a lot of money. Then I realized I had seen that car earlier that day. When the man...

My wife, Myrtle Wilson, unfortunately died in one of the most horrific ways the last night. My wife ran out into the street and started waving to a car barreling towards her at full speed, I guess she knew him. The car didn’t slow down when it saw Myrtle, it just kept going and ran into Myrtle at full speed sending her flying into the air. The worst part was that I watched the whole thing play out, I watched my wife fall to the ground lifeless after being launched into the air by a speeding death machine. Why did she have to run in front of that car? Why did the car not stop? These are questions I’ve been constantly wrestling with for a while. And what makes it even worse is that I learned she was having an affair with Tom Buchanan and I was fighting with her right before she ran into the street and was killed. How could I not have known that she was cheating on me right under my nose with a man whom I thought was a friend of mine. I wish I could go back and not get mad at Myrtle so ...

Killing Jay Gatsby was a rollercoaster of emotions during the whole ordeal. My emotions swayed from sorrow to absolute rage and hate for the man and then then finally to anxiety and despair. When my wife died I was overcome with sadness, and then I learned who the man was that killed my wife and I became filled with unnerving anger. This anger gave me tunnel vision, showing only one path and one solution to solving the problem of my wife’s death, this path being to kill Gatsby. I was pumped and ready to go with a revolver in my hand, the rage inside me urging me to push on with the adrenaline flowing throughout my veins. I walked up to the backyard of Gatsby’s house to find him swimming in his pool, fear and anger filled my head. I walked over to the pool and pointed my gun at his back, but I stopped for a moment and thoughts sprung into my head. Should I do this? What will happen to me after I murder him? Then I thought about my beautiful wife and how much joy she brought me, very s...

Why did I kill Gatsby you may be wondering? I was told by the man who had an affair with my wife that Gatsby was the man who rammed my wife with his car. I watched my wife get hit full speed by a yellow car, her legs reaching for the stars of the gloomy night as she flies head over heels over the car until she finally hit the ground, dead as a door-nail. At first I was overwhelmed by sadness and depression as I held my mangled, motionless wife in my arms, but then a different kind of rage I had never felt before came over me. I felt like a bull staring at a red banner, I would not rest until the man who carelessly killed my wife was dead. I hadn’t taken my revolver out of its case for years but now was the perfect opportunity to use it for justice, on someone that deserved nothing but a bullet through his heart for putting a dagger through mine. I felt invincible, my adrenaline giving me the power to pull through with the plan. Gatsby deserved to die for his wrongdoing against me, and...

I have just shot Gatsby and accomplished what I have come here for, but it did not feel as rewarding as I thought it would. Staring at his dead body I began to think of what my life has become, my life is in shambles and nothing is left for me to live. My wife is dead, but she was cheating on me with Tom and did not seem to even love me. What I thought was my only friend, Tom, was using my wife and taking her away from me. The adrenaline dies down and reality starts to set in, in have just murdered a very famous man in his own backyard with his butler watching me from his back steps. I have been standing here for what seems like hours, but has really only been a few measly minutes, staring at Gatsby’s dead body slowing sinking into the depths of his pool. I now wish I could go back and change everything in the past, but unfortunately I am stuck in the present where the past can never be changed. My heart is racing and I’m starting to feel very anxious and dizzy, I can’t think of anyth...