A young woman in faded jeans, a tattered sweater, holding a baby on her hip, walked into the local community center. She made her way down the narrow hall and into the tiny office where two women were sitting, chatting and drinking coffee. The office manager was at her desk and the other lady was sitting across from her next to the window. When the young woman approached, the manager said, “Hello, how can we help you?” Th...
Two dimes and a penny were all that’s left of me. I couldn’t buy a heated meal; I couldn’t pay the fee. The average man doesn’t give a damn. Since luxury is his norm. He curses me under his breath. While I sit out the storm. I sit and shiver endlessly in clothes so badly worn. I shroud myself, as best I can in blankets stained and torn. His pittance is my treasure. My gratitude ignored. I curse him when he tells me That’...
...a gold leash. We don't care... We aren't caught up in your love affair. And we'll never be royals. It's just not in our blood, that kinda lux just ain't for us." ~Lorde, Royals.I cycle down the road, stare at the trailers and mobile homes. People walk about-the kind that work for a living, Nine-to-fives, two jobs,maybe three, just to get by that month. My music blasts in my ears,filling every thought with the images of...
Henry O'Connor: An orphan abandoned by his father Alexander O'Connor at Oakenhill's orphanage. He is paralyzed in his legs and deathly ill will cancer. He is best friends with Mickey and Lucy two other orphans. Mickey Erickson: Slightly older than Henry. She has a rough past, being raised out on the streets before being brought to the orphanage by force. She stayed after meeting young Henry and finally found something wor...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.A coffee cup in a coffee shop,Clean white china,Round and perfect."Pick me," it smiles,A wink and clinkA-beckoning the cold travellerWith her scarf hiding her face."I can't afford you, coffee cup,"The weary wandererWhispers through the stripes,And her hand reaches for her little purse.Just a few coins,Just enough,Perhaps,To kiss...
