Creative Writing: The Homeless Man

Once upon a time, not that long ago, there was a poor family that lived in New York City. The family included a mother, father, and their twins, Gransel and Hetel. The family was so poor that they couldn’t afford to feed all four of them. The mother then talked with the father and told him she believes it is a good idea to abandon the children in an alley in Chinatown. The father doesn’t want to leave his children, but goes with it anyways. The mother and father tell Gransel and Hetel that they are going into the city to ask for money. When the family finds a nice place to sit in an alley, the mother looks at the kids and says, “Okay children. Your father and I are going to go down the street and see if the cupcake shop will spare us a cupcake

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.

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,

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

About four hours later, an employee had walked in and noticed that it was quiet. The employee had seen the cash register opened, with only change in it, no bills. At that time he peered over the counter and found the appalling death Mr. Nesbitt. At Least, he assumed that he was dead. The employee had then taken inventory of the drug store. That’s when he had discovered that five cartons of cigarettes were stolen. Soon after, he had called the cops.

As a kid, I never really paid attention to what blessings were, in fact, it didn't even cross my mind. I grew up in a small house, with my parents and my sister. We loved to walk around a lot and most of the time we would come across homeless people. It was like a routine of ours that we would always give back to the people less fortunate. I remember as I was walking one day with my mom, we came across an old homeless lady and my mom gave her 20 dollars. We were lucky enough to have that much change left after shopping for food and we decided it would be kind to give it to someone else, but this lady was very different from most homeless people. She had bright neon pink nails, gray hair that would create an ombré effect almost as if she got it done, she took the money we gave

“I don’t think you want to hear what I have to say about the way you treat me, now go home and look after your daughter, she needs you,” Silvia demanded, shrugging Walker’s arm off of her body.

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.

One day there was a boy named Robbert. He had no friends because he steals. Even his mom and dad do not trust him. When Robbert got older, in his twenties, he duplicated keys to open other peoples doors and threatened them. While he was twenty eight years old, he felt too lonely. So he went to his mom and dad's home. It was locked. He could not find them. He asked a person near by his parent's house if she know about Robbert's mom and dad. The person knew Robbert as a famous robber, so she ran away.

Ludwig looked absolutely pissed. That was the first thing Arthur noticed as the blonde stalked down the halls, hair down for once, clothes askew, and such a strong irritation on his face that Arthur couldn’t help but snort to himself. It looked like someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, Ludwig never let his appearance be thrown together like that. The next thing Arthur noticed, however, was a little more interesting. A small statured man with silver hair, whose head only came to Ludwig’s shoulder, was hanging onto the blonde’s arm, a large grin on his lips. Now who the hell was that? It wasn’t like the Brit had seen him around school before, and Ludwig certainly hadn’t mentioned him.

By nightfall they had finished all of the burials. It was depressing to see how many people were dead, even more so knowing that wasn’t the majority of them. Several times throughout the day new carcasses were dumped carelessly on the dwindling pile, just adding another hole to dig.

The weak old king laid upon his bed. He looked so small and sickly in it. It was so big that, it could hold more than five full-grown men. The hold council gatherd around his bed, awaiting his death. Truth was not one of them cared about him. They just wanted to be named his heir.

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.

The homeless stand down was an eye-opener experience for me. I had the opportunity to interact with several individuals, and one family. Initially I conducted some interviews with them to help complete the questionnaire; and the remainder of the time, I escorted the individuals and helped them choose items that were necessary for them. As I talked to each of them, I realized that the present state of these individuals were a product of the current economic situations. According to the National Homeless Coalition (2009), work factors are one of the many reasons why individuals are homeless. One of the individuals that I spoke to informed me that he was working a regular nine to five job at a construction site, but now due to the

I hear them get closer and closer as the porch creaks every step to the door. My heart feels like its pounding through my chest, and sweat is pouring off my face as I sprint in a panic. I hear the key turning and the door opening just as I jump out the window.