Poor Man's Novels & Stories

How could Elena do something so arrogant? The man, probably an assistant, turned white. He pulled out a stack of cash and shoved it into my hands. “Money isn’t a problem. Everyone knows how capable Miss Pascal is. She’s the most amazing businesswoman in this city!”

We would be dinosaurs. 'The power to say ‘no’ earned me a slapped face yesterday.' 'Explain!' 'You must have worked it out. I was so awful to you outside the church, because I was jealous of your intervention - an intervention I had failed to make, so I tried to say no. The poor say ‘No’, because they can, to protect their dignity, as if there is dignity in poverty. The rich say no, because they can, to protect their dignity, as if there is dignity in doing a wrong or dishonest thing.'

In debt, No more expensive cars, No more expensive spending, no more servants. All my life I had lived rich and now I was actually going to be that disgusting word POOR. My brain not being able to take all this in, I fainted right on the spot.

Damn dude. Getting out of the room, I answered his cyclical question. “Because someday isn’t tomorrow nor even next year or next decades. Because I am planning to be and I am going to survive as I could be.” I’m poor not just broke, I haven’t tasted the most delicious food in our town, haven’t travel enough, or experience the best of life. So poverty won’t be enough to push me to grave. I will survive this, I will live.

The Alpha muttered admiring the vendors “I know right, poor people smiles so much cause even if we chose to get angry about the sad things of life at the end of the day there's nothing we can do that's why we smile most of the time like people that don't have problem but deep down we are battling with so many traumas and bottling up a lot of emotions” “Bit still I envy poor people at least they can live however they want unlike people like that have so much responsibility and have a lot to do” “Trust me Alpha you don't want to live this struggling life, it's not as easy as it seems it's much more harder than you think, struggling everyday for food, fighting to have a place to lay your head,

Samson joyfully talked to Adlai while the latter is voraciously eating the delivery food the old couple ordered online. Mr. and Mrs. Samson, like the meaning of their names, is the sun that shines in the lives of the poor people in the streets. They are filthy rich who had a lot of money and property to burn, so they are spending all of it to help the people in the lower class. They treasure all kinds of people, whether they be rich or poor, especially the poor. Especially Adlai, the poorest of the poor in the streets of Manila. He is a struggling medical student who sustains for himself, and hardly had any food to eat and water to drink three times a day. He sometimes sleeps in the school p

The poor are always a lousy set of people that get entitled to a rich man's wealth. If he fails to deliver, they call him so many outrageous names that he wouldn't even expect. So, the poor are always tagged ungrateful. The whole community is rowdy, because of many people that uses the route. Different kinds of domestic animals could be seen roaming the environment. Their poo; always smelly, are seen all around the area and that has been a part and parcel of a poor man's life.

Jack stated coldly. "Ah, I'm poor so I can't afford to pay you" Nelson whined looking like someone had shot an arrow that went straight into his chest. "But you can afford to ride in a Maybach" Jack wasn't deceived. If this pig head was poor then what about those on the streets? Were they ghosts?

The poor man had been publicly humiliated, and as he was restrained and forced from the carriage, he’d turned to the apathetic onlookers and in a deep gravelly voice, and said, “What do you want from me? Just because you don’t want to see it, it doesn’t mean it’s not happening. I’m just going to be homeless somewhere else!” His words resonated with Celeste that night. She wondered where that man had slept, squirreled away out of sight and mind, in some decaying squat in the city, or in a multi-storey carpark that stunk of diesel and petrol fumes, the effluence of affluence.

The poor man had been publicly humiliated, and as he was restrained and forced from the carriage, he’d turned to the apathetic onlookers and in a deep gravelly voice, and said, “What do you want from me? Just because you don’t want to see it, it doesn’t mean it’s not happening. I’m just going to be homeless somewhere else!” His words resonated with Celeste that night. She wondered where that man had slept, squirreled away out of sight and mind, in some decaying squat in the city, or in a multi-storey carpark that stunk of diesel and petrol fumes, the effluence of affluence.