So a couple days ago we were asked to right a story full of detail and writers techniques. So I am sharing this story because I thought that this might be one of my better stories.
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Shivering Jimmy slid down the wall, teeth chatering, body trembling full of despair. His cup spilled out of his shaking hand spilling all the contents that he had begged for the last day. Cursing he got on his knees, embedding them deep within the snow to pickup the frosted coins.

“Still $13.38— good. Good” he muttered under his breath, cursing the cold for its ruthlessness.

The gloomy clouds dumped their unending snow, covering the land in blankets of snow, blinding the eye whenever glancing downward.

Jimmy was fantasizing what he could have got for Christmas if he has a loving family to care of him. The imaginations took over his mind filling his whole body with sensations of warmth, love, and giving. The presents under the tree, had a certain magic to them that drew Jimmy near reaching out for the appealing apparitions. His parents that he never knew stood in front of the crackling fire, inviting him to share the warmth with them.

Reaching out he felt his imagination ripped to shreds by the merciless wind.

He though back to the day. He had a good day today. He might be able to afford some food for a couple more meals. The hurt though came back like a hammer blow. The people walking, scolding him for asking money. They kicked him “accidentally” as they walked by. They said disparaging comments when they thought he couldn’t hear. They did all these uncaring things that pushed Jimmy deeper into his depression

As he tilt his head back against the wall, the poor boy went limp, and for the last time— he wished away the pain.