Stories tagged “poor”
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Retribution
She ran faster and faster, though Glom’s voice had faded long ago. Finally, she slowed, panting, and found herself at the docks. The sky was a soaring, majestic blue, with nary a cloud in sight. She pulled the orange out of a fold in her ragged skirt...
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Robin and Marian
It was a long way to the Sherwood Apartments complex. Robin smiled, though, as if he found his situation ideal. The bills had been piling up and despite his greatest efforts, he hadn’t been able to find a job. Robin stuffed his hands in his pock...
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They Survive
I have two sisters. One is very rich. One loves and one demands to be loved. My oldest sister never had much, never asked for much, and learned to be content with what she had. She lived on welfare between her long spans of joblessness. She never compl...
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The Predator
I drove up to the shady-looking man, the man that filled me with hope and promise. I scratched my face, opening another one of the many wounds I’ve gained over the years from the predator. The predator took my looks, my husband, my job, and my mo...
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A Day in the Life
Awakening is so strange nowadays. Bland, dull, lifeless colors give way to a bland, dull, lifeless day. Muscles stretching gives way to bones creaking. You think that you have so much to do, so much to live for. You don’t, though. This bed is abo...
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NYCity
My synopsis of the metropolis Was gorgeous and enormous— Buzzing with bees and hornets, Rich folks and blokes who are homeless.
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What I Expect A Comment On A 1 Star Rated Story Sounds Like
I found This story, And how it sounds, Rather perfunctory Sorry, see you around :)
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Risin' Up
In a broken warehouse, a make-shift ring stood, enclosed by hundreds of eager watchers. Two figures were paired in a shuffling dance in the middle of the crowd. Moments of patient judgment were interrupted by flurries of punches that struck hard flesh....
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Away from Next to You
Marian threw her arms around him the moment he opened the door. “Robin!” It was the same everyday. No matter what the weather. No matter how little money he brought home to her. “Hey,” Robin smiled. “Why d’ya stick ...
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Ain't Got Nothin'
“Whazzat?” Eli stumbles over a loose floor panel, kicking crushed, empty beer cans. Another can is in his hand, little drops slipping down the side onto his old calloused hands. “Issat ’ou, Mar?” “It’s me, Dadd...
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A Poor Puddle/ Trickle Down
Elitist culture Is a selfish vulture Led astray of importance, Fed decay with every purchase, I’m sure as certain that they all were Siding behind the curtain while workmen Were suicidal, dying for a sip of purified water— Though what the r...
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Charlie
Tuition fees? £9000 a year was just too much. My family couldn’t afford that kind of money, not with Mum sick and Dad having lost his job. There was only one way to get into University, a scholarship, and those were few and far between. Best mak...
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Wolves of Paris
He wore a heavily pleated short doublet that marked him as a member of the nobility—or the rich merchant class, at least. But though the nearby poor were scandalized by his presence in their quarter, they were much more concerned by the scarlet blood...
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The Circus
The poor were ferried into vast orbiting reservations to live like rats in a warren. The mad, the suicidal, the desperate were encouraged to join the Circus. When there weren’t enough people crazy to die, there was a lottery. Saakaar Chaturvedi h...
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Through the Eyes of High Society
Blood ran red through the halls. The new paint recently applied was ruined. The carpets would take days to be cleaned. It had been a truly dreadful murder, such a well-to-do man. That ill-mannered wife of his finally lost it, stabbed him 8 times, then ...
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Shameless Part 5
As I walk home from the school, my shredded backpack bouncing against my back. I scan the caving houses in a line across the street. Kids in baggy clothes playing with a football, mothers sitting on the porch watching with sad eyes, stray dogs sniffing...