Homeless Youth Stories Novels & Stories

What's in the backpack feels like enough. Where should I go after this? He thought. There's nowhere to go. He felt giddy. Where should he stay? If he didn't get a place to stay tonight, he might sleep on the overhang of the shop. Becaming homeless for a while. Praveen tried to encourage himself. He was a strong man. He can survive and sleep anywhere. If there was no place to stay, he could sleep anywhere. There was thousands of people who have no place to live in this city. They spend the night at storefronts, under bridges, in open spaces, or anywhere else. And they're fine.

he says. The young guy, the one with glasses punches him across the shoulder. “You didn't have to say,” he blurts out fiercely. “And what? Due to my stupidity? No. Remember I didn't want this lifestyle. I only want food and shelter, nothing more,” the little guy says. A twinge of pity touches my heart, I know what it is to be a homeless boy. I might never have experienced a no-shelter place, but I do have people who come from the gutter.

I don’t know why she still tries, but I won’t diminish her hope. Most of the kids on the streets have become lost causes. We walk up to the large office filled with officers, rogues, and visitors. Many of the people I work with don’t go home. It’s a waste of money to rent a place they will hardly ever see. Some have never known a home outside of the A.S.S.

Accessibility. And every resident would receive a Rewrite journal upon entry — a new beginning written by their own hand. The mayor asked the first question. “Do you honestly think you can undo homelessness with storytelling?” Skye met his gaze with the calm of someone who had nothing to prove. “No. But I believe stories are how people remember they deserve more. We start with dignity. The rest follows.” The room broke into quiet applause. River stood in the back, pride etched into every line of his face.

"No, you're not dead. I'm no angel either" Surely he had to be joking. I slapped my wrist and it hurt; both my wrist and my hand I had used to slap it. "You should be happy we found you. You were almost dead", Spence says and folds his hands. I was infact sad. The life I had lived worthless, I was given no love nor support and left to survive this cruel cold world alone.I was born and bred on the streets and ended up cruelly abandoned by the one person I had thought loved me.Orpanages were full and poor,an absolute pain to live in.So I ran away.On rainy nights,I would sleep in someone's shed only to be chased out before dawn.Sometimes with sticks or something sharper.I searched garbage bins

"I lost my parents when I was ten. My wicked uncle maltreated me so bad that i slept most nights without food, I was brutalized and made to sleep besides chickens at the poultry. I smelled so bad and I became so thin and empty. I felt my whole life shattered when he finally threw me out in the streets. I lived in the slum and sleep with the badboys in the cold night. I began to pickpocket just to survive,and till I grew up in the slum, I was a pickpocket. I also run errands for the bad boys and they in turn give me food and money. On one certain day, I stole from a boy whom I later found out to be a son of a gangster. He and his boys beat me almost till death, not untill his brother came to

When the manager asked who her parents were, she could tell them nothing, so the police were brought in. She was placed in a group home for runaways, and Amos was placed in a separate home for troubled boys. The two could not be confined though and both managed to escape the homes and wound up back in the same shack on the same day. It was a week later when they met Noah. Noah was three years older than them, but he seemed to understand why they were the way they were. Noah eventually talked the two into turning themselves into Jimmy, and with his help, they found suitable homes. The pair had two worlds. The streets and normal family life.

"I graduated high school at sixteen and at seventeen going on eighteen, my mum decided my brother and I were such a liability to her and her stud since she was separated from my dad. She OD'd one day and her stud decided that was it. He threw us out with her support." "We moved to dad's and it wasn't much better, he was married and they had kids of their own. No rooms or bed for us, we have to convert a store room to a slightly habitable living space but there was a limit to which my brother and I could manage sleeping on thin, ratty blankets and cold floors." "No sooner had I turned eighteen and was old enough to be my brother's guardian so we moved out and stayed in a homeless shelter some

This was not how he thought he would spend any birthdays. He anguished at the outcome of his family. He'd watch a year pass by as an homeless orphan. A year, he thought. It was an awfully long time for a young boy to be on the busy streets of New York City, going from one street to the other to find food, or rather steal food and also struggling to find a safe shelter to sleep. Whether dirty or not, just as long as he had a roof over his head.

I stared at the two of them working in perfect harmony, and suddenly felt exhausted and ridiculous. There was no point in arguing anymore. I had nothing left to say. They'd already decided that my money was theirs, my needs were inconvenient, and my choices were wasteful. I turned away in silence and walked back to the bedroom, my temporary refuge. Their voices continued in muffled conversation outside my door for a long time before finally stopping. I pulled my phone out and messaged a neighbor back home, asking her to help me get the tenant's phone number. If I had no place here and they wouldn't let me move into a nursing home, then I'd just go back home myself.