HomeLess.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
I've labelled this as short story as i couldn't find "prologue"in the list. What i mean is i don't know how to carry the story on yet. Oh well. I'll think of something, someday.:)

Submitted: May 13, 2011

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The alley stunk.

Mice scurried across the filthy concrete floor. The bin was overflowing with dumped rubbish and flies swarmed around it. Cobwebs clung to the corners of the graffitied walls and spiders scuttleed across them. I hated spiders, but i had no choice but to live with them.

My shirt was ripped to shreds, and its tatters clung to my body. They itched beyond relief and i remembered the glorious days when i had a power shower. My jeans were burned almost up to the knees and the remains of them was caked in mud.

I settled down next to the bin and pulled a stolen blanket over me. It wasn't so bad;there weren't to many holes and i hadn't even started to smell. In fact, if i was in a house, not an alley, with the blanket over me, and my face wasn't grimy and dirty from months of not washing, i could have been passed off as a regular human.

Human. Not a chance. Not by the board of the rich ones with homes.

I settled down as well i could and tried to drift off. As the police sirens faded away i drifted off to my favourite place.

My dreams.


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