Creative Writing: The Homeless

One main problem in the story is when Billy judges the lady and pushes away his own thoughts about her before getting to know her. For example, Billy says that the lady appears to be extremely nice. She offers him a place to stay for an extremely cheap price. Consequently, the

Billy Budd, whose name even illustrates the innocence of a budding flower, is representative of all that is good and pure on this earth. From the beginning of the novel he is uplifted by the narrator for his masculine yet youthful appearance and his prestige among his peers. In the beginning of the novel, Billy is described as a man who exemplifies the goodness of man without the influence of civilization and without exposure to evil, “By his original constitution aided by the co-operating influences of his lot, Billy in many respects was little more than a sort of upright barbarian, much such perhaps as Adam presumably might have been ere to the urbane serpent wriggled himself into his company” (Melville 11). The

As Billy grew up he participated in running events, His first even Billy was the fastest runner in his team. One day Billy meets up with another runner who was the fastest runner too, and this was the only time Billy lost a race. He was upset but he wasn’t discouraged. Billy raced again with his competitor and he won. So the people were amazed at how fast he was. A man approached Billy and asked him if he wanted to join baseball and Billy was up for the challenge. He did so well and became famous. After playing for baseball for a long time Billy got married and had four children and stopped playing baseball and the older he got he become sick and passed

Billy shows the world that being creative and expressing yourself can lead you to follow your dreams and be happy. The unsuccessful characters in the visual text were Jacky (father) and Tony (brother). The town expects men to be masculine and miners. Jacky was unsuccessful as he had stood up for himself and the miners’ strike yet lost the battle to the government. He ended up where he started so his efforts towards the miners’ strike

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.

“If this sort of selectivity had been possible for Billy, he might have chosen as his happiest moment his sun-drenched snooze in the back of the wagon” (Vonnegut 141), this is the same wagon that is described as a “green coffin”. These two things coupled together show that Billy would be content in death. However, what makes this more interesting is the contrast with the moment when the pressures of all he has lived through become too great and causes his emotional dam to break. After being bombarded with death to the point of acceptance, the thing that finally causes Billy to break down is the suffering of an animal. The horses drawing his coffin on wheels along are near death with thirst and exhaustion. When it is pointed out to Billy, it is a breaking point after a backlog of an entire wars worth of horrors. “Later on, as a middle-aged Optometrist, he would weep quietly and privately sometimes” (Vonnegut 197). The softness of the reaction speaks magnitudes about the depth of the emotional

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 is not conscientious, and so it is milipinating not only himself but his actions. One example of this is, The old man explains to Billy that there is a Pub, “The Bell and Dragon” a quarter mile away. Billy goes off looking for it, but comes across a Bed & Breakfast that feels cozy,

After Billy remarkably returns from World War 2, he is unable to let go of the war experiences he suffered in, which were very traumatizing, He is institutionalized with post-traumatic stress disorder and this was the source to him feeling very isolated and lost. While Billy was being treated in the hospital:

“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.

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?

Since Billy was 3 years old he hasn’t had a permanent home. When he was young he He lived in New York in a little apartment with his parents.

Even though he is the protagonist of the novel, Billy Pilgrim is decidedly a non-hero. He is unpopular and unliked, and lets things happen to him rather than take action himself. Billy is a bland, not well-rounded character, one with no goals and no motivation. Events transpire in which he has no say – as a child he prefers sinking to swimming, is drafted in the war as an adult, and finally is abducted by aliens. Nevertheless, the abduction and the shifts in time and space may be mere figments of Billy’s imagination. He was a soldier in war who witnessed a horrifying event, where thousands of innocent people were killed. Tralfamadore might be his way of coping with Dresden and with death.

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.

(T) When someone's is a tough situation, like getting robbed would you help that person or jst stand aside and watch. If you help that person and other people see that you helped them, next time when you need help people will go help you, because you help other people.People who passively accept wrong doings are responsible for those acts as to those who commit them because the victim is innocent, justice, and they can't defend themselves.