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. As he signed the last document he wondered if everyone else was a tired as he was, or if he was just imaging how tired he truly was. Finally, he laid down his favorite pen, as …show more content…
All of a sudden his eyes grew as large as half dollars; there on his well-used jacket was the emblem that he had seen before. John mumbled and said, “Devil Dogs I will be damned.” James looked at him as if he was facing one of his demons, and said,” What is your point?” John stood there for a minute once more gazing over James one more time, as his eyes gazed down he got a better look at the patch that he was unable to make out earlier. When it caught his eye, he seemed to lose all track of time, staring at it. Finally James yelled at him, “What are you staring at? What the hell is your problem? “John looked at him deeply in his eyes and said, “That… that patch where you got that patch?” James looked at him and said,” what difference is it of yours?” John mumbled to himself, “Devil Dogs, the freaking Devil Dogs… I don’t believe it!!!” The homeless man looked at him, and yelled, “What do you know of the Devil Dogs?” The homeless man began to pace back and forth, as if something was bothering him badly. John turned around fighting back tears that was beginning to welt up in his eyes, his personality had been drained from him; and said,” The Devil Dogs were the same division of Marines that my son had served in, before he was killed by a suicide bomber in the first Iraq war. He served a pair of tours with them, and didn’t make it through the
I walk along the bumpy sidewalk as I begin the daily search for food. This morning, like all others I can remember, I woke to darkness, crawled from the hill, and made the usual trek to this harsh, gray strip. Everyday, I have to forage for food for the colony. I don’t complain, though. Life could be worse. One day, I was scavenging by a red flower bush when a terrible shadow came over me and a massive, white object came down and crushed two legs of one of my co-workers. The white object continued down the sidewalk, alternating with another. They were attached to the bottom of one of the tan beasts we call “hoarders”. I had to help my co-worker back to the hill and then we had to sleep on empty stomachs as punishment for not bringing food.
When Dutch felt they were a safe distance away, he pulled off the road. He and Gilbert jumped out, yanked the Water Company wording and emblems off the truck, and threw them a good distance from the road. Dutch and Gilbert ran to the back of the truck, looked in, and met the gaze of Marcel, Dorian and Saban. They stared at each other in wide-eyed amazement. Marcel chuckled—then laughed. Then they all laughed. They laughed so hard, tears filled their eyes. Even Cedric who was lying on his stomach on the floor of the truck was smiling. With the tension quelled, they regained their composure. Marcel cautioned Dutch to stay off the main roads. By now the Germans were broadcasting news of the raid and checkpoints would be everywhere. Marcel told
I feel very mad I feel like I’m dead I use to have a best friend until he called me names. Why me I am not smart or athletic why me?
“Just your usual, Samantha?”. Jack glances up from his morning paper, allowing his eyes to slowly appraise the woman standing at the counter, taking in the sight of her platinum blonde hair pinned neatly in a bun at the nape of her neck. The usual? From the look of her acrylic nails and well-fitting suit which accentuated her toned body, he was guessing that it was probably a weak, skinny flat-white. Yes, that was it, his eyes glinting with humour at the thought. The woman looked like someone who always got what they wanted when they wanted. His eyebrows furrowing, Jack slams the paper shut, irritated at the thought of someone having so much power at their manicured fingertips. His humble profession as a mechanic was never going to provide him with anything more than the small weekly pay cheque, which all but disappeared after the rent was paid and food was bought.
Steve walked out the door of his bedroom and onto his balcony he surveyed his brother Mark’s beautiful island and saw his brother’s house and separate office which were both larger than his house. Steve thought this was unfair because Mark was single, and lonely, and his house only had one person who lived in and his office had four people working in not living or sleeping in it. Steve was a failed basketball player and all he had in life was basketball, his wife Kate, and their twins Jack and Lucy that were 9 years old named Jack and Lucy. Mark only brought Steve and their sister Michelle’s family to L'île des Riches, French for Island of the rich, for company and because he loved them. Michelle and her husband had a girl, Sophie, so Mark
Five days homeless and have no idea what life may throw against me. Sometimes, no, almost all the time, life's hands-down unfair. One thing I learned from life is, don't take whatever life throw at you because that life doesn't care if you stumble nor at the edge of the cliff. You have to stand up on your feet or spread your wings and fly. Don't rely on life, rely on yourself 'cause there's nothing gonna happen if you just sit around, waiting for another lemon or an orange, you just had to snatch it from its hand, take all the oppurtunities and make the most of it
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.
Hey little cousin I hope you didn’t do anything wrong because one time I did something wrong but it’s a long story. I guess I could tell you about it. One time I was trying to get a pair of new shoes but I didn’t have the money. So I saw a big lady in the distance. She had a pocketbook and I’m pretty sure it had money. Then I ran at her and tried to steal it but I fell in the process. She picked me up and grabbed me by the arm. I told her to let go and she asked will you run. I had to be honest so I said yes, so she did not let go. Then she looked at my face and said I was dirty and asked me if someone at home washes me. I said no since I was homeless.
“Good! It looks like your persistence is about to take a most fortunate turn,” he explains with excitement, “All we need now, is someone for the tests, someone with nothing to lose.”
I awoke to a homeless man shouting at the bus driver, complaining that the bus tickets were too expensive. In the mirror, I could see the driver's exhausted and annoyed face looking at the man shouting before him. As the homeless man started to slowly become tired from yelling, the bus driver explained calmly once again that he couldn't do anything about the ticket prices and if he was really concerned, to take it to the town hall. The homeless man finally backed away in defeat, but not without glaring at the bus driver who politely smiled back at him.
My friends often describe me as a cynic and a pessimist. For the most part, they're right. Sentiment loses value when it permeates one's attitudes and behavior just as the value of a commodity decreases as it becomes ubiquitous, so as a rule I reserve expressing sentiment for rare occasions that I deem worthy. Fortunately, even the harshest cynics are surprised sometimes.
Currently, the count of homeless students that are attending schools in the United States are over 1.3 million. The number, according to reports, has doubled since ten years ago.
“why didn’t you turn out like the others” friend asked. The apartment complex on pacific street , it was hard growing up in a street where you're afraid to leave your own house with sunlight or darkness. Where you think you heard a firework but it's the middle of November and start questioning yourself. You come home thinking , did someone dump a bottle of ketchup at our door but then there's cops everywhere and caution tape in the alley way. But this is our last choice, cheapest rent , somewhat okay house. “Our mother wouldn't let us play outside on the street neither in our patio. She wouldn't let us hang out with anyone unless she knew there parents .
When Riki woke up on the saturday of June,23 1984 he was walking to his regular place
A young man, no older than fifteen, living in a quiet suburban neighborhood has just been broken heartbreaking news: his father has died. Coupled with grief and the new found stress and pressures of losing the sole economic provider for his small family unit, his mother takes on the economic burdens of the family. Not but two years later, tragedy struck this already broken household, the mother has been diagnosed with AIDS; she passes within the year. With no family left to turn to and with depression, anxiety, and desperation plaguing his every thought, the young man has no choice but to turn to the streets to seek comfort. At the tender age of seventeen he was without a home, without a family, and without a dollar to his name. He roams the