Poor Man's Novels & Stories

I spit out at him, “You look poorer than me.” “Hey, hey… I am,” he says, raising his hands in surrender, “I don’t have a dollar to my name right now, that’s why I’m doing this, remember? And I didn’t mean you look poor, just that you look like someone who knows how to clean. And do a lot of things.”

He didn't say a word but kept on staring at me and began to sniff. I stood him chest to chest and said, “oh, are you going to stand there and say nothing? You don’t have anything to say right?” I asked. “I have said my mind” he completed. I shook my head and said, “the rich do whatever they want, and they do not care about the consequences of it on the poor” “so hilarious” I added. “That’s because the poor doesn't have what the rich ones have and it will take ages, centuries and even their generation to make it” he spilled out.

Just as Grace's car left her Condo, a man was standing by the gate blocking the way, he was dressed in rages and appeared to be a begger, Grace opened the window with a frown “You peasant, what do you think you are doing blocking my way?!” She snapped, the man went over to her window side “Am sorry ma'am but I was hoping a Rich lady like you would have some food for me, you see, I haven't eaten in a few days” the man said, Grace scoffed, she was irritated and this man was making it worse “Do I look like I run a charity case?, You are old enough to work for your own food, why do poor people think they deserve to beg for our money?!” She exclaimed, the man went over in front of the car again r

I did not have the heart to do the worst to a cheating man, but what I could do, I did plenty of it, and with righteous glee. —The End

Damn it! "Don't you have a family to talk like that? Well, of course, you're wealthy. You can easily buy everything. But for us who are poor, we work hard just to have food on the table. To provide for our families. What's so wrong with my clothes? They're clean. If you think they don't look presentable, you could have just told me properly, instead of..."

Inside were two crumpled stacks of cash. “Aran, paying off a million in debt is a bit hard… but I’ve been doing manual labor every day. My parents think I’m useless now, so they’ve started grooming another heir. I’m not a rich heiress anymore. “Can you… can you forgive me…” At that moment, I didn’t know what to say. I had once said that liars should swallow a thousand needles. Did it count that she had spent a year washing dishes? This worn-down state of hers was her punishment.

On the day Caspian and I got our marriage certificate, he dropped a bombshell: as the illegitimate son of the Thorne family, he hadn't inherited a penny. Instead, he was saddled with a massive gambling debt left behind by the family. I didn't despise him for it. For the past five years, I lived with him in a moldy basement, working three jobs to support him, while our son, Alaric, survived on discounted canned food that was nearing its expiration date.

I couldn't believe that being rich was also a huge threat to a person's life. "Being poor or unsuccessful is the worse thing that can happen to anyone" he said. "At least they have peace of mind, something that you don't, they have their freedom and no enemies" I rolled my eyes. "Poor people would give anything just to be where I am today, the bigger you are, the more enemies you have, besides no one said poor people don't have enemies" he said. I chuckled "well I don't have enemies..." He laughed. I stared surprisingly at him "I'm serious I have no enemies Mr.Chancy."

It is a serious one to me. If I tell him that he is correct, it appears that he won't like me any longer, but I won't tell a falsehood since, after all, what can I do? Being poor isn't horrible, it's not a crime, and it shouldn't be something to be embarrassed of, so I should be proud of it. Alyana, there is nothing humiliating about being poor; you lived despite it. We were silent for a moment here before he finally said, "Yes, no, I'm simply poor and...I'm proud of it."

"Regret is useless now. I made the swap because I desperately needed a large sum of money to save my husband and mother-in-law." The old man nodded slowly without saying a word. "Can I use this magical comb again?" Gwen asked. "Want to be poor again?" the old man countered. "I don't mind living simply as long as it's with the person I love and who treats me like a queen," Gwen replied softly. "Then you won't be able to order this much delicious food anymore!" the old man pointed toward Gwen's table, which was now being laden with the large feast she had ordered. Gwen fell silent.