Personal Narrative: Genesis

Story One: Genesis

The year was 1945, the blazing blizzard was harsh and cold, so cold that people froze to death if they went outside, children crying and parents trying to stay warm, all I can hear is the death and sorrow of the people as they struggle to find warmth. This winter in particular was the worst winter that we had ever faced, frostbite was a definite for those who wished to travel the winter baron. I am a poor simple man yet still alive, some would call it luck some would call it a gift from god. No person has a gift from god, I only think this because I am atheist and see no way in there being a higher power. I have been on the streets for 10 years now, I am 27 years old and ever since my parents had died I have had to defend myself and find ways for me to

My life has been hell these past 10 years, I don’t have a job, a house, and no means of transportation. I have been living off of other people's scraps. Here and there I will find a half eaten burger and you should see the look on my face when I see one of those. For the past year I have been thinking of stealing from other people and I have found it in my mind that, that would be the only way for me to survive. That night I waited for the streets to go dim and all the people to flee from the area in which I was going to hit first. An hour later the streets were more silent than death, there was a house I had spotted first, these folks were rich so I thought I would definitely go there first. I walked up to the gate and realized they keep it locked at night, so I quickly hopped over the brick wall they had put up to prevent animals from getting in. I used the back door so that I wouldn’t get caught but what I didn’t realize was that they were having dinner and their dining room was in the back of the house. I ended up trying the garage, but unfortunately it was locked. All of a sudden I had spotted a window in the corner of my eye, I used the vines they have on the side of