So, I wrote a short story when I was high. I have absolutely no writing experience. Give me any feedback you want on it The Beggar A poor, ragged, homeless black man sat on the sidewalk in a busy city. He sat there, shaking his soda can with some spare change in it, asking people for change. Everyone on the street was in a rush, in the river of people all going somewhere to do something. The man sat there, ignored by most, shaking the can, asking for change. A young rich white child walks over to the man, with a silver dime in his hand. He places it in the can, and the man smiles and looks at him. "Thanks for change" said the man The boy replied with "it's only a dime, no need to thank me" "Change has no price" said the man. The boy was puzzled, and asked "then why do you ask for change, if it's worthless?" "Not worthless. Priceless." Says the man. The boy nods, understanding a little more, but still confused. "You see all these people?" Says the man The kid looks around at the river of busy people, going somewhere, to do something. "They're all after change. That's why they're going wherever they're going right now. To get some change, and give it to their families. Everyone needs change" The boy understood, but then asked why the man was grateful for the dime. "Change isn't earned. That's a good thing to know. Change is given to you by other people. Sometimes, they may think it's worth nothing, but believe me, it is very worth it." The man said The boy was once again confused. He asked "But then why are all these people working for coins, if you can just get it from other people?" The man gave the boy a broken, toothless smile, and said "You do realize I'm not talking about coins at all, right?" The boy took a step back, and was swept back into the river of people going somewhere, to do something.
I like the imagery when you said "in the river of people" to describe the people walking. How about something like; the man sat like a protruding rock in the river of people. Parting the water but somehow, not dusterbing the flow. I also liked the lesson behind the story.
Ooh, I wanna try.. *ahem* Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, I was chillin all cool just shootin some b-ball out front of a school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started makin trouble in my neighborhood, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street. Fin.