Creative Writing: Homeless Murder

Homeless adults are committing suicide every day. Half of most suicides happen in men, ages 25 through 65, with the teenagers and women accounting with the other half. Based on the calculated population, people commit suicide every 13.3 minutes (Peter Jon). Mental illness is the factor that causes these deaths; mental illness refers to disorder that affects mood, thinking and behavior, this is the most frequent cause for suicide. People who suffer from depression are impulsive and use alcohol or drugs. Homeless adults who have mental disorders often commit suicide because of depression, abandonment, and the lack of education.

Homelessness is a growing epidemic across the country. Over 2 million people are homeless in America, and that number is increasing. 40% are families with kids, 30% are drug and/or alcohol addicts, 23% are mentally ill and 10% are veterans. This terrible misfortune has led to many unsuspecting people leading impoverished lifestyles, and facing the horrific and heart-wrenching tragedy of abandonment. The purpose of this essay is to not only persuade the readers to get involved in ending homelessness on local and national efforts, but to embrace new and creative ways of helping to end this rapidly growing problem, by taking action to end this catastrophic situation. Also, I will demonstrate the causes and effects of the homeless resorting

“Yes, but we’re more flexible targets. First, we’re not as gifted as you. Second, we aren’t a real threat. We don’t have the same brain muscle. Besides, they think they can buy us off with large sums of money to go away.”

help but wonder why he is on house arrest. I don’t think much about it, he probably did something harmless, like lighting up in a park. He feeds my dog and waves to me when I get home everyday, but I’m not gonna lie, I do keep my space. Today is different though, I had a really great day, and already in a friendly mood, so when I got home and I saw Mr.Flufferson with him in his front steps I didn’t hesitate to come and grab him. “Hi” “hey” I said. “He was pretty hungry” “thanks for feeding him” I said. It’s nice to see him engaging with me, I love interacting with my neighbors. He asked me to come in for tea, and I mean why not. His house is quaint. It doesn’t look like he’s hosted anyone in years.

Serial killer: A person who attacks and kills victims one by one in a series of incidents.

She is a Pegasus pony, so she has the trademark wings of a Pegasus. There is a picture on her left hip, it is a picture of three butterflies, in a triangular fashion. These butterflies are her cutie mark, it symbolises kindness. Every pony receives their cutie marks as a filly or foal. It shows what they excel at.

Billy was a hopeless creature with a face filled with such desolation that he brought out the humanity in people as they took pity on him. Whenever they walked past his spot on Sixth Avenue they made sure to drop him a coin or two and say a prayer, while ignoring every other penniless person down the street. Even those more unfortunate than him gave him money, one time, a homeless man approached him,

In recent local news there have been some alarming stories and actual city ordinances voted that pertain to the homeless population. Residents for the most part are aware of the unfortunately growing panhandling issues in the Victor Valley area, but that in itself is not a major concern. The major concern has become panhandling instances that have ended in violence, including a recent stabbing causing life-threatening injuries and another assault causing a broken jaw.

    “I couldn’t just let you wander off from the group. I am the leader so it is my responsibility to make sure that you are safe from beginning to end.” responds Meriwether

Police have opened an investigation on a possible serial killer on the loose. There have been reports from the homeless saying that they have seen others going off with an unknown figure in the dark nights.

“ Sorry I forgot to tell you guys that A new family is coming to visit to maybe welcome some of you into a family” she said excitedly.

Michael smiled, “You make it sound easy, to set down rules and enforce them. We Ganashes have tried, nobody follows the rules, no matter how reinforced they are.”

An unsettling evening wind started to blow its way through the Central Park. The sun began to set, sending a cascade of colors streaming through the evening sky. The day had started with the normal chaos that a normal Friday had encompassed. John was having difficulty finishing the last piece of business for that day, his mind kept day dreaming towards his lovely wife and wonderful children. As he set in his chair completely exhausted in his tattered office listening to the clock that was ticking in the background, and it approached the wishful hour of five o’clock.

Mayandi came over to hug them both. ‘Congratulations. I am so proud. Of both of you.’

i looked at her with a serious look "I was talking the truth, maleficent. It's easy to forget that we should hate each other when I'm with you." i whispered as I lend in closer to her. Only to stop inches from her face.