Onthestreets Stories

This is about two city boys, Felix and Ace, who cross paths. What they dont know is what is coming next... But do you?

This book follows an African American boy as he wonders over into the white community something not usually done. Considering that during the year 1830's New York was severely divided into pocket communities helping keep the oppressed oppressed, since they would live in cramped apartment buildings with other families while the rich lived in manors. While the immigrants worked in factories the rich turned towards investments. Matthews~ (African American) 6 years old and on the street. I watch the other children get handed bread. I watch them get taken into the homes made for children like us. My clothes are tattered and torn. I go to bed underneath boxes or in garbage cans to stay warm. Annabelle~ 20 years old, the daughter of a noble getting ready for another social event. I walk with the other women who are ahead of me. They are giggling and talking about the recent engagements, the recent social gatherings, the recent investments that potential suitors have made, yet I am simply not interested. I would rather get a job. I want to get down and dirty. Daniel~ 21 years old, a nobleman that owns quite a few acres of land for farming. Father finally died. Leaving the estate to me. I will now be able to rent out the land instead of having father put outrageous buying prices on the damn property. No one can afford them in today's day in age. Not to mention that once the property is divided up into the sectors with their own little cottages we could have our own little self-sufficient economy if I play my cards right. No, my father ever the man he was decided it was too much of a risk. Well you can roll over in your grave. I never did like him. *Warning: There may be some harsh scenes while Matthews are on the streets, and scenes that deal with death. Please be aware of this as you read. # in Historical Fiction as of: 931~ 7/14/17 302~ 7/22/17 288~ 7/24/17

A young woman who lives on the streets keeps her faith in GOD. Praying for a home and for love. GOD healed the deep scars in her heart and she is renewed and joyful. A wealthy businessman who lives alone with his sister is broken on the inside. The scars on his heart are bandaged up by his guarded behavior but still bleeding. His anger and resentment is blocking him from forgiveness and renewal. Will her love for him be reciprocated? Will he open his heart? Will she share with him her testimony of GOD'S Love?

A 17 year old girl ( Amanda) has one chance to go to heaven or hell she chooses ________ and some bad things happen (what she chooses will be classified in the story)

If a mental illness was like a broken leg, where you could see all the damage physically then would you all believe it exsisted? And not just pass it off as a phase? If you could see the daily torture inside there head, would you offer support or just walk away? Well thats the thing you cant see a mental illness, someone suffering depression, bipolar or even an eating disorder could be just a nother person on the streets, like you or me. They could wear a smile by day, but by night could be stuck inside there thoughts unable to sleep with tears in there eyes. A mental illness is not as simple as a broken leg, you cant always see the damage made.

This story is in very beginning stages so title and description will happen eventually. Please give this story a chance. It was an idea I got one day and decided to try making it into a story.

Welcome back to ANOTHER fanfiction hehehehehehehehehehehehehe And more fanfictions are on the rise- Ahem anyways, Welcome! This is a warrior cat fanfiction about an ex-kittypet, however this kittypet didn't disappear into the wild, but the streets of Chicago. Join this cat as she fights to survive in her new environment. !!DISCLIAMER: This is a fanfiction based off of Erin Hunters warrior cats book series. certain terms like twolegs, monsters, forest cats, death path, etc were created by Erin Hunter and not me.

I really want to get in a competition of creative writing so here I am. Here is a place where u are allowed to leave as much criticism as you please. Criticism is exactly what I need. Leave all your ideas and suggestions! I am here for it. Hopefully I get better since writing is difficult!