Homeless: A Short Story

As I walked down the busy downtown street, brimming with life full of vigor, I came across one of the darker aspects of the busy roads-Homeless people, the same very people ignored by hundreds of well-off citizens everyday, frowned upon by numerous others, and simply left on the streets to starve. As I watched the doomed citizens of our society starve upon our very own streets, I had a sudden impulse. What would it feel to be homeless, to receive the scorn of others due to your social standing. On that account, I ran back to my house and wore the most tattered clothes I could find, and sat on a grubby pathway, pretending to be one of the unfortunate. At first I was excited to finally jump out of my comfortable shell and experience the harsh

        “I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”

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.

Halo smiled, "I think you are like me, all you know is hard times and it's hard to imagine anything else. Even when I was happy with my boyfriend, I still had all the sorrows of my home life. After I found Mom dead, it was like I was free, but the sad stuff doesn't go away. I feel like I have all this tension built up in me and there is no way to get it out."

“I for one, approve your choice, Allie, but you are young and easily led astray.”

“I made the creature a true love, then they had kids and now I don’t know what to do because they could be evil too and….” he mumbled.

Sky looked at her daughter and could see the fear in her eyes. Rae sat quite for a long time with so many questions running through her mind, and she didn’t know where to start. Then finally her Mother started for her. “Ra, we don’t know a lot about mating with a Vampire, because every time one got near we would move. As for the females that did mate,… they were never seen or heard from again.”

In 2009 I became homeless. I had a choice at the time, to continue living in a home where one of the roommates was a drug dealer or move out. I chose to move out. I ended up in a shelter in Monroe, Washington.

The church was packed of men, women, and children waiting eagerly for hot meal. They held trays in their hands, and were all waiting for the line to move forward. I was in charge of handing out the deserts, with both of my sister next to me, we were ready. The line kept moving, and smiles of appreciation, and gratitude were given at the same time as the sweets were. It was slightly amazing to watch the different type of people that walked through the food line. It varied from whole families together, to single parents, to elderly, to couples. There were many people who appreciated the service that the church offered, and many of them smiled and said something along the lines of, “Thank you for your help,” Many of them also went through the lines multiple times so they could have food for later days. After a few hours had passed my feet started to ache but as I looked at the homeless who have to spend long cold nights only to worry where their next hot meal might come from. My pain was nothing compared to theirs. A man shoved beamed, “The dessert! My favorite part…” after looking through all of what we had to offer, he pointed and said, “I’ll take two chocolate chip cookies, and an oatmeal cookie.” I reached my gloved hand into the box, pulled out his request, and placed it on his plate.

I'm laying on the sidewalk bleeding. I think I can walk it off, it's only a couple pints of blood. I can't move so walking so not an option but I guess I can lay down. I'm lying here bleeding, dying...shouldn't someone help me? Pfft I wouldn't help me, this happens all the time around the world and you know what some people do? Nothing. Why do they walk away? Are they Afraid? Do they hate me? Do they hate everyone? Is it just because they're not feeling it today? People always talk about how the world should be better and they would help, but they see a homeless person on the street and completely ignore the. They see someone being mean to homeless or other people they speak up! But when it comes to it, they do nothing. I'm not speaking for

“I’d probably come in three days a week, But I might be afraid I would get in trouble or get fired."

Overall, it is true that homeless people may create fake stories. If you do not trust in panhandlers you should visit some organizations. If you really wish to help a good way for helping is through donations of money, food, cloth, among other basic needs which an organization may need, or by sharing your time by volunteering. You can also print a resource guide from and organization and keep it with you, so when you observe someone in need offer your help by sharing valuable information that may help them change their lives. Therefore, giving money directly to homeless sometimes does not really help them, this make them to depend on begging for money. If a homeless receive enough money each day, then they will keep on the streets. Just remember

1-She thought from what happen from the beginning when she had an accident with the first black man and the train left there is a bad situation going to be. She also though when she inters the restaurant his slate has been stolen by that a homeless guy. She tried to share him with the food and then he brought a cup of coffee for her. Then she realizes that she was mistaken and she let the slate in the other table.

And then he reached out over the length of the table. The boy recoiled, sweat running down the sides of his face. The vampire clamped a hand on the boy’s shoulder and said, “Believe me, I won’t hurt you. I want this opportunity. It’s more important to me than you can realize now. I want you to begin.” And he withdrew his hand and sat collected, waiting.

I gasp as my eyes spring open to find my surroundings foreign to me, and scan the room for something familiar. The plant on the windowsill guides me back home.