Creative Writing: The Homeless

"Lighten up, Little Brother. Chiron says he has something important to tell us and he requested us at seven thirty, so get dressed." She says rolling her eyes and getting up from the bed.

make her white: “Smiling white face. Blond hair in gentle disarray, blue eyes looking at her out

The first thing you felt was the softness of something beneath you, and the warmness of what you assumed was sunlight on your tan skin. Sitting up very slowly, you examined the space around you to find what was so soft below your outstretched legs. Golden flowers grew out of the cracked stone ground, shining a yellowish hue that seemed to make them even more beautiful than they already were. The sunlight that lit up part of the room you were currently residing in came from a distant hole in the rocky roof hanging high above you. Groggily, you stood up.

Ten Good and Bad Things about my Life (so far), by Ann M. Martin, is about a fifth grade

"Make yourself comfortable. And I will go to my place." The guy told her and heading for the door, he left the room.

“Whats this about?” She sounded exhausted. “I need to get to bed. I have an early morning tomorrow.” She said between gulps of water.

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.

Her legs were long, lean, and tan. Her blue shorts were loose, unlike her shirt. It was pitch black; showing all her curves and her flat toned stomach, but sadly it didn't show anything more than her neck and hands. Her dark brown hair was pulled in a high, messy ponytail. A strand of hair had fallen out and was on her full pink lips a split second before she unconsciously brushed it away. I took a moment before I finally looked her into her brown eyes. They weren't the brightest but by far the most captivating as she too studied me.

Elizabeth returned with the tea and set it down on the stump Dexter used as a bedside table. “It needs to cool down a bit and will help you with the pain.”

Up until recently the small, fine unit that was their marriage had been predictable. Now disrupted by erratic behaviour, shifting gazes and finally exotic dinners of all things. Her unpredictability upset him, and as he ate the spices stung his tongue. He ground his food cruelly to fine shreds and swallowed forcefully, and the tartness of his rage clung to his palette and tasted an unpleasing aftertaste.

His skin was sun kissed and gorgeous. His smile was contagious and she fought the urge to grin at him like an idiot. She watched the slight pink of his tongue show between his teeth, how the very apples of his cheekbones turned a sweet ruddy red as he struggled to control himself.

She began to focus on him again. His sunny yellow hair. His glowing skin and rosy cheeks. The freckles that decorated his cherubic face. His short yet healthy

breakfast be back in a few minutes." "Ok I'll be ready by then," I said. My parents left

When I was growing up, I remember my family situation as extremely chaotic. I was one of eight children and my father and mother had little time to devote to me individually. Most of the time they spent trying to earn enough to support us with their meager resources. I was often called upon to act as a surrogate mother to my siblings. I felt I had little time to develop my own unique perspective and voice when I was very young. Even as a preschooler I remember doing chores to help out at home. However, this situation did foster some positive aspects of my character. I learned to be mature at an early age and gained a sense of competence because of my responsibilities. But I also was taught put the needs of others second to my own. I feel that I did not learn to value my own, legitimate desires to an adequate degree as a young girl and have only recently acquired a true sense of worth [THESIS].

Everyone has their own unique beliefs and motives that push them through their lives. I have many different beliefs instilled in me that mold my day to day life. These beliefs have been formed either by learning from my parents, or by personal experiences. One major conviction of mine is the pursuit of happiness. There are many ways to strive for happiness, and all people are unique in the fact that no one shares the same goals. My happiness comes from a core of beliefs. Religion is an extremely important part of my life, and I can thank my mother and father for that. Another belief of mine is that hard work pays off; in many situations I have been shown that a good work ethic goes a long way in being successful. I also believe in being an optimist throughout life’s trials and tribulations. Many things can upset me in day to day experiences; however, I believe it to be crucial to obtain a joyous attitude. These beliefs have become priorities to me and carry me through my life, and help me to succeed.