orphan - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
There is no worse fate for a child in this corrupt district than to loose it's parents. No-one will take in an orphan. If someone tries try the government will pump them full of "necessary" vaccinations and send the adoptive parent the bill. So when Travis became an orphan at 12, he knew he was going to The Home. Well, that's what they called it. Nobody even knew where it was. The kid was put on truck and driven by a state trooper up the highway. He had been in the car for four hours before they turned up a narrow track that stretched between newly ploughed fields toward a forest in the distance.
Toby had been orphaned so young he had no recollections of what it had been like to have parents. Perhaps that was a mercy. If he could have remembered the hugs, cocooned in his parents arms, being scooped off his feet the minute his lower lip trembled, he would not have lasted a week on the streets. He did not look for love, he did not expect it to look for him, he barely knew what it was. Anytime anyone mentioned the 'L' word it was in the context of an adversary and how they would exploit it to their advantage. There was no room for sentimentality in his life, only tough guys survived. He had worked his way up from sleeping in the gutter outside the squat to being in the inner circle with the leader. He got the good food now, a bed, respect. He had become someone his parents would have been terrified of and he had done worse deeds than those of the person that took them from him.
At night she used to sleep in her parents bed like a starfish. How they used to moan in the mornings with bleary eyes! But the next night she would crawl in just the same and they would wrap arms around her. Now she was an orphan and the best anyone could offer her was a teddy that had already been so loved that it had bald spots. She sniffed, then as she was about to cast the limp under-stuffed fabric bear to one side a thought occurred to her. The teddy had been abandoned too. He had also lost the ones that hugged him, loved him, made him feel safe. So instead of consigning him to the trash she held him tight to her chest and silently named him Papa Bear.
Her mother was lying by her father's side under the sand in the cemetery, and who was there to care for her, to be troubled about her, to protect her? She was alone in the world like a tree without roots, like a leaf blown out to sea, like an unfledged bird that has fallen out of the nest.
Found in The Bride of the Nile, authored by .
Knowing nothing about my background or family history, I could have been born into a religious cult, a hippy commune or even the royal family – but I bet nothing exciting lies in my past. Most likely, my ‘mother’ was a drug-addicted prostitute who got knocked up and cared more about herself than the pitiful orphan she’d brought into existence.