Nothing

Nothing

A Story by Chelsea
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Story of a homeless man's life ending.

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Nothing

The old man scratches his beard. His beard is wisps of silver thread, woven into a smattering of grease.


The wind rebels in invisible screams across the gloomy skies. Rain falls upon the sidewalk, pooling into a gentle river.


The old man sits in the river. He wears a shiny yellow raincoat, which repels the beaded rain droplets. His legs are covered in rain pants; yellow, to match the jacket. On his feet he wears shiny boots made of gummy rubber. If only...

The old man sits in the river. He wears a torn old t-shirt. The writing is so faded the words are lost in age. His legs are exposed in his jeans, the denim is shredded. His feet are soaked; they are only shielded but old rotting meshed runners. The man shivers, as water penetrates him like cold icy needles.


People cruise the mirrored streets in cars and crusty old trucks. None, ever look in his direction. Except to taunt and tease.


He’s alone, sitting in the rain. He licks away the raindrops but they have a salty taste.


He’s eating his own tears.


“I have nothing,” is his final thought.

He dies on the street.

© 2011 Chelsea


Author's Note

Chelsea
I have a soft spot for the homeless. I saw one and it just broke my heart so I had to write about it. I cannot image, living on the streets and nothing to show for. Please review.

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Wow. That was deep. Short but very emotional. Your use of description and the fluency in your writing is astonishing. There were only a few minor grammatical errors, but nothing serious. I loved the ending: "He's alone, sitting in the rain. He licks away the raindrops but they have a salty taste. He's eating his own tears. I have nothing, is his final thought. He dies on the street."
The world can be a cruel, brutal place at times. People forget about the poor and needy; they are happy to get on with their own lives, not caring about the people who are unfortunate or inferior to them. There are just so many people who are homeless and sick, that nobody cares anymore. But it is a very difficult problem to fix. It shows a really good perspective on how people perceive one another and the dark isolated cruelty that streets provide for their inhabitants. Very touching and intense

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Wow. That was deep. Short but very emotional. Your use of description and the fluency in your writing is astonishing. There were only a few minor grammatical errors, but nothing serious. I loved the ending: "He's alone, sitting in the rain. He licks away the raindrops but they have a salty taste. He's eating his own tears. I have nothing, is his final thought. He dies on the street."
The world can be a cruel, brutal place at times. People forget about the poor and needy; they are happy to get on with their own lives, not caring about the people who are unfortunate or inferior to them. There are just so many people who are homeless and sick, that nobody cares anymore. But it is a very difficult problem to fix. It shows a really good perspective on how people perceive one another and the dark isolated cruelty that streets provide for their inhabitants. Very touching and intense

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the imagery is as wonderful as always, and the subject is a very deep one. but i dont care for the ending. the statement "he dies on the street" in my opinion doesnt do the rest of the story justice.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i agree with you on this issue, all too often we look past the problems of the world when they're right there in front of us!
this story is brilliant. i really liked the way you set out what he should be wearing and then described the reality of his sitaution, well done! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The forgotten war of the world. Hunger and homeless. I served in the Clinton army for all 8 years. I was sent on food and water mission throughout the world. President Clinton knew kindness and help could open many doors. I feel the same about the homeless as you. Here in the USA. So many homeless and hungry people. I pray for better days. Easy fix is cheap housing and create real jobs. Your story is a norm in every city in this world. That is the sad part. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 3 people found this review constructive.

This is defaintly one of your better stories! Could use a little tweaking but I must say it is very inspiring and full of emotion! Keep it up!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Loads of homeless looking people in the UK pretend to be homeless. They get hundreds of pounds a week, no joke. Some earn average wages, by scamming people, so police stop people from begging. Some foreigners are trafficked, and forced to beg for a gang leader. Most of these people are fakes, and most people selling a magazine for homeless people to sell called The Big Issue are fakes, and they've got more foreign too.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

People walk by the homeless daily, they won't even look at them, they pretend they don't exist. If you do not have an address in this country you are nothing. It is difficult to get out of that situation and truly no one really cares. Many of the homeless came when they closed down mental institutions at least in the city where I am from, now they roam the streets off their medicines, and they are truly the lost souls of our streets. It is sad because it doesn't have to be this way and when I say that people call me a bleeding heart. I call them hearts of stone.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 3 people found this review constructive.

This is a good one, Chelsea. You've captured the desolation and desperation well and your descriptions are strong, as usual. The Ha! kinda broke up the feel of your write though. i couldn't figure out why it was there or the point you wanted to make with it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This story has rendered me speechless. being on the streets myself, I have seen those dying first hand with nothing, Great write

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The description is fantastic. I love, "The wind rebels in invisible screams across the gloomy skies." That's awesome.

Moving on, as I talk about description too much, it's really fantastic how much emotion you fit into such a short piece. It makes me sad, too, to think about those on the streets. We take our life for granted.

Awesome job.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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