homeless essay

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English essay invisible people

Hiding under a cold bridge stomach empty, no family, no enemies just the cold. The cold and the hunger my only friends. I clasped the hole filled bin bag tighter around me. I could feel the wind licking my legs and arms but I manage to sleep. Sirens in the distance wake me striking me with terror. Not tonight they cant find me tonight I’m so close. Bursting free from the black bag around me I gathered the tattered papers I used as a pillow and any other objects of use I found around me and took off into the night. The icy wind stabbed me like daggers. I could feel it penetrating my loose clothes.

Darkness lay before me and behind me. I wandered into an ally following the dirty flickering light of a street lamp. I kept counting the papers insuring they were all there, that my lifeline was safe. I was falling asleep on my feet. I almost bumped into a wall but heard a noise in the distance that snapped me awake. “Probably a cat” I mumbled to myself but again a noise of a can falling or being kicked. I leaped behind a bin franticly counting the papers to put my mind at ease. Then shouting, no rather a loud drunken slur.

A moment later three men staggered through the ally. They were wearing white tracksuit bottoms and matching jackets. Gold chains hung around there necks. Their faces were scared and bruised like they were recently in a fight, the sirens earlier were probably stooping a brawl they were in. They walked tall, almost a strut, looking for a fight.

I pushed my back harder into the wall praying they wouldn’t see me, wouldn’t ruin the bundle of paper I was clutching to my chest.

My prayer was answered. The men just walked passed me as if I was invisible. One threw an empty beer bottle at me over their shoulder. It smashed and glass showered me. The glass tore a hole in my trousers, that is the rags covering my legs, and made a deep cut. Blood seeped from the wound trickling down my leg.

This happened a few times before but tonight I was too cold to feel the pain and too tiered to seal the gash but it had to be done. I rummaged around in the bins looking for something to tie my leg with. I found a bundle of tissues and a pair of socks with a hole in the toe. I pushed the tissue hard over the cut the blood still flowing freely. Then I tightly rapped a sock around my leg tying the two ends together. I lay there looking at the pool of crimson liquid that obscured the floor and slept.

A woman dropping a plastic bag from the window above my head woke me. I got up limping on my bad leg. I gathered the papers. I read the front page. It consisted of three names Paul O’Grady, Diane O’Grady and Gregg O’Grady, so long since I heard that last name. The name Gregg had Red writing over it that read, “Missing. Presumed dead”’. They thought I was dead. I hope they will be pleased when I return. I had spent three years acquiring these papers so I could find my family and be happy once more.

My heart filled with joy as I read the pages finding out what they had done since I was taken. I was twelve when it happened three men bundled me into a van and stole my life from me. Two months after that I had been sold to a strange man who hardly ever fed me ever since I was haunted by hunger. About a year later I escaped him and tried to find my family while living off the streets. For six years my family had been trying to find me but they never looked in the gutters, never saw my new home and if I ever tried to find them no one would help a homeless child. There is a gap of four years that seemed to be missing from the papers instead there was a brief family history. I got to the last page I could only read an address everything else was too dirt covered or torn to read. I can feel my life getting closer to me.

I stumbled through the ally catching my reflection in the window of a house. I looked sickly and pale from the blood loss. My thick wire like beard was filled with dirt and my hair greasy and disgusting. I must look my best for the reunion. I limped back to the broken glass and picked up a shard then shuffled back to the window my heart filling with excitement. I took a try at shaving off my beard but I had never before shaved and kept cutting my face. The slashes in my face caused me grate pain. Doesn’t matter my parents will give me soap to clean the cuts. I will never cut myself again. I will be safe.

I followed the address every step, though painful on my wounded leg, filled me with glee. There was a sent of roast chicken in the distance. The hunger that always followed me was worse than ever before but my family will give me food. I’ll be fine.

The streets were empty, noiseless but that only increased my joy making it feel as if only my family and I were left in the world. I walked through a dirty ally to see what I was leaving behind. There was a man sleeping on bin bags. I saw how pathetic it looked and realised why people just ignored the homeless, pretend they don't exist. Looking over my shoulder as to see one last time what I was leaving a dog with grey fur and black patches over its body lay down beside the man. I wonder weather my family have a pet if they don't I will get one it will add to our happiness.

Almost skipping along with a slight limp I felt at last happy. My heart leaped “I am here” I squeaked to myself. Almost running with the excitement. I came the door of number 27 my life was within touching distance. I knocked. A man badly dresses about the age of thirty with blond hair, a plain shirt and jeans answered the door. “Mr O'Grady?” I inquired. “Who are you?” the man replied his voice disgusted and confused. “Gregg, Gregg O'Grady” “Oh” the man said his voice sombre “The missing son. I'm sorry. Your parents don't live here any more. I can take you to them if you want” Once again my heart leaped but I was slightly confused by his sad tone. “Yes, yes take me to them I must meet them at once we have so much to catch up on.” The man grabbed a set of keys from the inside of the door, locked the door then got into his car. I got in the other door it confused me that a stranger would be so kind to a random homeless person I wanted to probe him for information about my family but we both remained silent.

The car stopped outside the large cold black gates to a graveyard. Thick low clouds were hanging in the distance. The man told me he could go no further but to keep going till I reach the end of the path. I think it is rather strange them living in a graveyard surrounded by sorrow but I don't care where we are as long as I get to be near them. I kicked stones along the path still no sine of a house was there a gate on the other side leading to their house. Maybe the man just wanted to be rid of me so sent me to any old place. The path lead up a flower covered hill. I picked some flowers to give to them when we meet. The path stopped at a tree with three head stones underneath. I read them the first said “In loving memory of Paul O'Grady 1951-2006”. The second read the same the only difference was the name, Diane. The third read, “In loving memory of Gregg O'Grady. The son that never came home”. The realisation hit me like a bullet shattering the happiness and excitement that had hung with me all day. I picked up a rock and carved 2010 underneath my head stone. Grey clouds rolled in almost instantly. I felt the first raindrops splashed on my back. Then I slept wit my parents never to wake again.

a pice of vamp werewolf origin I wrote for you


Many lightyears away in the galexy of Draconeth there lay our Gothic Empier. Our world was beautyful the the aliens from the planet of Terra renamed Termight came and tiyed to destroy us. We were forced to hide below ground, we could not contact our gods for help as they were beings of light. The people searched for a new god but what they found was in no way god like.

The beings that lived under the surface were what we called 'The Dacourum'. Each one has as much devistateing power as an army of what the humans called Satan.

Our race was split down the middle. One side called Warwulfians continued to worship the wolven gods of light. The humans called there kind werewolfs. The Warwulfians mamaged to contacted their gods on a night of the full moon. They were granted a power that only effected them on a night of the full moon. A power to take the form of a god but were given an untameable hunger and no known way to be rid of this monthly terror.

The other side or our race were called vamparatians. We worshiped the Dacourum and lived in the shadows lerning the skills of magic especaly necromancy. The humans called our kind Vampiers. After years under the surface the Dacourum decided we needed more land. We had offered our blood to The Dacourum and they finaly gave us there blood. The blood when consumed increased our magical abilaties increased our strength, agilaty, speed and healing factor. This power had a terrible weakness because we drank the blood in the dark we were burned by daylight. The time had come to regain our land.

We allied ourselves with the Warwulfians and reclaimed our land together. In the years that passed a rift began to pass between our races. We used magic to create a form of space travel, an expadition that was lead by The Arch Deviant. The Warwulfian manned their own space travel useing maeal crafts propeled by explosions. Both of us had the same desdination in mind Termight.

Apon arival we saw that termight had evolved mutch since our last encounter better wepons armour and more knowlageable than before. Thw two races had differnt ways of getting the humans the Warwulfians hid among them and the vamparatians lurked in the shadows feeding off the blood of humans. the rift between our too races was so grate that we faought eachother instead of humans and the war beagan.

i will put it up from the beining because i have changed a few things like lance is now dorian and

The robbery

Blood soaking through my cords a figure hanging by a chain at a nearby ledge and a biro, which had possibly killed a man hours earlier, grasped in my hand your probably wondering how I ended up here well here it is.

I’m Vincent fielding most just call me Vince. I have been unofficially called the smartest student in England don’t rub me up the wrong way because I’m tougher than one might think. Straight away I look normal average height, thin not very muscular, pale skin, shoulder length straight brown hair ordinary enough. My fashion sense on the other hand long black trench coat with a red hem and lining, top hat, jeans, ordinary enough, black converse.

Walking down the lower east corridor of the prep halls admiring the setting sun and the gothic architecture of the collage that had once been a cathedral. I heard a rapid slapping of trainers on the tile accompanied by a panting shout from behind “Oi Vince”

Turning and walking backwards I saw Dorian Black. He was small, had black longish hair. He studies archaeology and history wants to be an archaeologist. Today he was wearing his Metallica hoodie and black jeans and his dark rimmed prescription glasses. “Hay wait up will you” “Why” I replied laughing to my self “You’re the one that thought skipping P.E. all the time was a good idea.” Still walking backwards I bumped into a large pillar and leaned on it allowing him to catch up. I laughed as he panted to catch his breath. “Your so unfit, you should really think about going to the gym some time” he gave me a look and I knew to stop laughing. “So?” I questioned “Why such a hurry to catch up with me.” “Dante wants you to wait for him”.

Dante Moon was Lance’s room-mate average height, short-ish length electric blue hair, popular with everyone on campus. He studies English and art, at the same collage as Alice, plans on being a famous writer I’ve read some of his stuff its pretty good like his drawings. He’s also very tough but is pacifistic… most of the time.

Dante walked slowly towards us. He was wearing a suit jacket with a badge on the lapel, a black blood brothers shirt, a pair of denim jeans that covered all but the toe of his black and silver cowboy boots with the pink heal and a black trilby he held the black notebook he always carried in his right hand and had a black pen hanging limply from his lips.

Spitting out the pen catching it with his free hand he called to me “Thanks for waiting” .He then turned to Dorian“Thanks for catching up with him” returning his gaze to me he asked “We going to the place tonight?” “Don’t know’ I replied, “I’ll ask Neil if he is able to come.”

Whipping out my bright pink phone, Alice got me for a laugh, I ran through the menu till I saw the name ‘Neil (Short arse)’.

Neil Lester, he’s about the same height as me I am two centimetres taller and we take the piss out of him for being small, even Dorian who is half a head shorter. Neil has short brown hair. He studies architecture, physics and chemistry.

I sent him a text reading “You coming to the place tonight -Vince”. Within moments of slipping the phone back in my pocket I heard a tinny version of Alice’s voice shout from within my trousers “I changed all your ring tones to you shouting ‘I’m a nob head’.” followed by laughter from my friends “Nicest girlfriend in the world” I chuckled sarcastically. As the others started talking I set to work correcting all my ring tones I was half way through when I got a reply from Neil that read “Yeh that sounds gr8t thnx 4 tellin me”. I read the message then showed it to Dante and said “what’s the point of the T at the end of grate, I mean it takes longer to type that out”

Dante read the message. In disgust he almost dropped the black notebook "How can he stand to text like that I almost gag reading it". I eyed the notebook wondering if there was anything more than doodles and drawings within. Dante was always over protective of it, there was this one time he punched his teacher in the face for taking it off him.

That night Dante and I headed off to “the place”. The place wasn’t much it was a small passage we found behind my wardrobe that had been plastered over I found it because there was always a small draft in my room I followed it to the wardrobe then, accidentally on purpose, smashed the wall and found a tunnel leading to a dark, musty, damp underground room. On closer inspection I found another passage that lead to an unoccupied room at the end of the hall my dorm is on. Dante and I managed to get him moved to that room and paid a guy, on the quiet, to install hidden doors in our wardrobe so we could come and go as we please.

After a month of going to this room we think we know why it is there in WWII our university held soldiers and they must have dug this as an emergency bunker or escape root as there is a door that leads out of the university grounds.

I stumbled clumsily into the room I was carrying a bag of tins cans and bottles. Slipping on the wet, muddy floor I reached out for something to steady myself but only succeed in grazing my knuckles and tearing a hole in the plastic bag but landing perfectly on my feet. Sucking my knuckles to stop the bleeding I looked at the maps of the surrounding area that lay on the table and hung on the walls with string held up by pins almost covering the images. I opened one of the twenty rusty lockers on the wall, its door almost falling off due to rusty hinges, I dumped the drinks in there and grabbed a can of monster. I sat waiting for the others to arrive I’d knocked on Dante’s door a few times but to no avail.

Downing the can then crushing it I hurled it at the bin hitting the wall bouncing off and landing on the floor with a clatter. A horse voice that sounded slightly familiar taunted me from behind “grate shot Vince”. I leaped out of my skin thinking it was a teacher. A wave of relief washed over me when I realised it was Neil.

“What's up with your voice? You scared the shit out of me” “Sorry” he croaked, “I’ve got a throat infection”. “Your like a fucking ninja your so silent” I got up, walked to the door leading to my room, which hung open, and turned on the kettle. “Cup of tea?” I asked, “Yeah, what type have you got?” “The entire twinings herbal and fruit range what do you want?” yeah that was one thing I forgot to mention I am a massive herbal tea fan. “Oh have you got credit on your mobile?” I asked picking up a peppermint tea bag and two cups “Have you got any lemsip and yeah I have credit” Neil croaked. I poured a sachet in Neil’s mug, he always used the pink flowery cup for a laugh, “Mind checking where the others are. I’ve knocked for Dante quite a few times”. The kettle finished boiling and I made the two cups putting a splash of milk, from my mini fridge, into the pink mug. Stirring the two for a minuet I took out the tea bags and dropped them in the bin.

When I re-entered the bunker Neil had his phone out texting the others “Sorry” I said giving him the mug “No credit”. Spoke some idle chatter waiting for the others. We'd moved into my room to escape the cold.

The room wasn't much but it was nice and warm. The walls were blue with stripes running down, there was a leather sofa in one corner, on which Neil was seated, there was a small armless chair in front of a telly that was hooked up to an Xbox, Wii and playstation, near the door there was a desk with a laptop on it and on the other side of the door facing the sofa there was a bed which I lounged on Our conversation was broken by a knocking on the door to the hallway. I walked over to the door. Putting my hand on the doorknob I called “Who is it?”. “Me” came Alice's soft comforting voice “Well, can I come in?”. I pretended to consider “Hmm... maybe... yeah you can come in.

I opened the door and

she flung her arms around me and gave me a peck on the cheek. I looked at her, she was beautiful her hair was a little longer than shoulder length and its colour changes every month due to different die, currently it was black with pink and red strips in it. She was wearing a luminous yellow sleeveless shirt, with a blue jacket that went really well with the yellow and her slim, but filled out, figure. She had a mini skirt with skinny jeans on underneath, to make it not look like a prostitute, and black cowboy boots with sequins and a pink heel that she borrowed from me.

Letting go Alice jumped on to the sofa beside Neil and said “Dante told me to tell you something about work or a job. To be honest I wasn’t really listening because I got an amazing idea for a drawing of a dragon wearing a trilby having tea with the queen” she sat grinning her head off like a simpleton. You wouldn’t think it but she is really intelligent lots of people think she is stupid because she is dyslexic, but it only noticeably affects her handwriting. She goes to the art collage down the street wants to be an art teacher. I reckon she would be a really good teacher because she is really patent and never gets angry.

I looked at her eyes today they looked bright green. Her eye colour changes regularly like her hair but for a different reason. Her eyes are naturally greyish but have bits of other colours in them and depending on what she wears it highlights the colour in her eye that most complements what she Is wearing.

“Oh yeah I just remembered Steve”. Steve was one of Alice’s mates from art collage he regularly hangs out with us but doesn’t “Asked if us lot wanted to go paint balling with him on Sunday to celebrate the results.” We got our midterm results yesterday and Steve is a major party animal. “I’m surprised he isn’t going for a big piss up like last time” Neil chipped in his voice sounding better since he had a lemsip “It was such a laugh. I stayed sober and made six hundred and forty eight pounds. I convinced them people I was the ‘Lord of the Forest’ and I would send monkeys to attack them if they didn’t pay me.” We all laughed.

By the time a knock came from the wardrobe it was half ten. Neil and I were playing ‘gears of war’ and Alice was drawing in corner we were all talking. I got up opened it and Dorian stumbled into the room. “Oh sorry” he spluttered apologetically bumping into me.

a story i wrote in 50 minits

Things always look better in the morning

by Joseph O'Neill

The long black trench coat with the red silk lining flapped in the wind like wings of an animal as the figure drifted down the ally way hardly seaming to touch the ground the black guitar case on his back the only comfort for the night ahead the sun was setting things would start to look worse now the shadows creeping up the ally almost at the door all light would be gone then. A rustle from a nearby bin made the figure grip the crimson guns and unsheathes them from their holsters. One in each hand the figure felt slightly comforted thinking the noise was a cat till the shadows reached the bin and there was another rustle followed by six loud bangs from the crimson weapons and six holes making a prefect circle on the now dented surface of the bins. A pause for sound the shadows growing ever closer the orange light fading like along with the hope the noise was just a cat. Another rustle spinning round to fire another six silver bullets into the scorse of this sound. A hiss like a serpent the distinctive call of the vampires followed by a low and barely audible howl of a wolf then nothing.

Silence the worst noise of all. Then a slight crumbling noise of stone from the wall behind the man with the guitar case whirling a second to late coat spinning like the dress of a ballerina. A loud crunch and shooting pain in the shoulder of the man with the guns a stinking hairy bloodthirsty beast landed upon him casting his guns aside an severing his left hand with one swipe the werewolf growled “Good evening Dante how pleasant to see you”.

The light almost gone from the ally but luckily just enough for Dante’s plan to work he pointed his right hand at the beast he said in low soft voice that shook the wolf to its core he said “Shame you wont be around to enjoy my company” and with that he charged energy in to his right hand and blasted the wolf right in its open mouth hurling it into the dieing light. In one final death howl the beast was incinerated by the light and disappeared with the reaming sunlight.

Jumping to his feat Dante first grabbed his hand and reattached it to his body using magic. Then he picked up boath crimson weapons just in time to see a large winged vampire fly towards him firing three rounds into the skull of this foul beast. It crashed to the earth with the disgusting sound of broken bones three more vampires flew towards Dante who dropped his guns and grabbed for the knives strapped to his thighs running towards the monsters they shouted at him “Deserter you left us because you thought our methods weren’t right. You may have the blood of the old vampires and werewolves but you do not have the soul of the colony behind you” and with that he replied in the same low voice as before “we’ll see who wins” the heads of the two morbid creachers fell to the ground.

The door was only a few feet away just a little longer and he would make it but Raziel the king vampire and Nefereta the queen of the werewolves had other plans

Landing in front of the door to stop him from entering and ordering there subjects to surround but not attack Dante. Dante knew what this called for “Two on one is that your game?” Dante questioned trying to distract them from the fact he was opening the guitar case “Vell ve don’t vant any sing to go vrong, do ve?” Nefereta said in her Transylvanian accent. “No that would be awful” Raziel continued in his cockney accent. The king and queen shared a laugh before Dante could whip out the sword and shotgun from within the guitar case “Time for some fun” Dante aimed the shotgun at the grotesque green boil covered face of Raziel but Nefereta swung he scythe at the weapon knocking it off course so the bullets missed ricoshead off the concrete wall behind the pair cascading onto Nefereta’s back her momentary lose of concentration was all that was necessary for Dante to swing forward with his sword decapitating her ugly furcoverd head using the momentum gained from the slash Dante continued his spin till he came full circle and had the barrel of the shotgun on the forehead of Raziel “That’s it old buddy” Dante said to Raziel as he fell to the floor with two new nostrils on his forehead.

The bodies of the king and queen evaporate moments later with faint eary whispers of “We shall return and you wont feel so cocky next time” and with that the creatures surrounding him flew to there caves and mountains to await the return of their leaders

Walking towards the wooden door Dante felt relief wash over him as he stepped through the frame reach for a switch flicked it and the sun began to rise Dante was god of the morning it was his job to stop the evil of the night and bring beauty to the world. He turned for one moment and thought to himself as looked upon the carcases of the demons and the sun beginning to rise again turning the corpses into bundles of flowers “Things always look better in the morning.”

this essay was prepfor an english essay after rereading it i realised it was unacceptable so wrote something else

short storie part one by joseph oneill 10/3/10

The robbery

Joseph O'Neill

Blood soaking through my cords a figure hanging by a chain at a nearby ledge and a biro, that had possibly killed a man hours earlier, grasped in my hand. Your probably wondering how I ended up like this well here it is.

I’m Vincent Moon most just call me Vince. I have been unofficially called the smartest student in England and don’t rub me up the wrong way because I’m tougher than one might think. Straight away I look normal average height, thin if not a little under weight, pale skin, just above shoulder length straight brown hair ordinary enough. My fashion sense on the other hand is something else a long black trench coat with a red hem and lining, top hat, jeans, black cons, and occasionally a cane with a concealed blade, only I know about the cane it’s for emergencies only. Walking down the lower east corridor of the prep halls admiring the setting sun I hear a rapid slapping of trainers on tile accompanied by a panting shout from behind “Oi Vince”

Lance Dior was small, black longish hair. He studies geography and history wants to be an archaeologist the toughest safe in the world. Today he was wearing his Metallica hoodie and black jeans and his dark rimmed prescription glasses.

“Hay wait up will you” “Why” I replied laughing to my self “You’re the one that thought bunking off during P.E. all the time was a good idea.” I stopped allowing him to catch up. I laughed as he panted to catch his breath. ‘Your so unfit, you should really think about going to the gym some time” he gave me a look and I knew to stop laughing. “So?” I questioned “Why such a hurry to catch up with me.” “Dante wants you to wait for him”.

Dante Black was Lance’s room-mate average height, shortish length electric blue hair, popular with everyone on campus. He studies English and IT. Well when he says he studies IT what he really mean is that he can hack into pretty much any computer. He’s also very tough but is pacifistic most of the time.

Dante walked slowly towards us. He was wearing a suit jacket with a badge on the lapel, a black blood brothers shirt, a pair of denim jeans that covered all but the toe of his black and silver cowboy boots with the pink heal and a black trilby, he held the black notebook he always carried in his right hand and had a black pen hanging limply from his lips.

Spitting out the pen catching it with his free hand he called to me “Thanks for waiting” .He then turned to Lance “Thanks for catching up with him” returning his gaze to me he asked “We going to the place tonight?” “Don’t know’ I replied, “I’ll ask Neil if he is able to come.”

Whipping out my bright pink phone, Alice got me for a laugh, I ran through the menu till I saw the name ‘Neil (Short arse)’.

Neil Lester, he’s about the same height as me I am two centimetres taller and we take the piss out of him for being small, even Lance who is half a head shorter. Neil has short brown hair. He studies architecture, physics and chemistry.

I sent him a text reading “You coming to the place tonight –Vince”. I noticed I had a voice message I listened laughed so I played it on speaker within moments I heard a tinny version of Alice’s voice shout from the phone “I changed all your ring tones to you shouting I’m a nob head.” followed by laughter from my friends “Nicest girlfriend in the world” I chuckled sarcastically. As the others started talking I set to work correcting all my ring tones.

I was half way through when I got a reply from Neil that read “Yeh that sounds gr8t thnx 4 tellin me txt me wth the details thnx” I read the message with disgust turned to Dante and said “This is just rotting the language” I showed him the text

TO BE CONTINUED...