heart of a champion ch1
"Cheaters never win but legends never die," I've been down on my luck since the stock market fell 8 years earlier life's been hard no jobs,people Starving,no money. I thought all hope was lost until I Saw him it was March 1936, I saw him at the track...
broken city
Screw texas. the poor need freaking help and thank god for housing flippers. i'm tired seeing neighborhoods falling apart because sales taxes do not work and i wish to find a way to fix it all.
Family
Surprises we recognized every face brothers to the left of me sisters to the right that's the way we ate dinner every single night we laughed we joked we talked we ate we were a family don't you see though some may have been raised poor
Let's Speed Things Up Here!
#8 of the gray ranger: unforgiven in which i am poor and please give me money hello, my friends! my dear bagginses and boffins, tooks and brandybucks, grubbs, chubbs, hornblowers, bolgers, bracegirdles and proudfoots!
Poor People
You are either born right or poor in the world. chance controls your life. if only people could see, that we all are equal beings. you cannot control luck. you are firmly stuck in a rut. we shouldn't judge people because of this.
Poor Lex
"poor lex, do you know what's wrong with him now?
Poor Squirrel
Dear Wolfe, I wish you great turmoil and chaos for making me feel at home in your belly. You may think your mission is complete but it's far from over. I may just have to debrief you for your quick temper. You see it was that which had caused you to...
Cold nights
The sounds of distant thunder rolled in on the sleeping town torn by war, crime and poverty, in a small tin hut slept two young cubs and holding them was their tired, worn down mother whose face was just worn down. Holding them close to keep them warm...
Cold nights
The sounds of distant thunder rolled in on the sleeping town torn by war, crime and poverty, in a small tin hut slept two young cubs and holding them was their tired, worn down mother whose face was just worn down. Holding them close to keep them warm...
Alas Poor Coyote
Janice stretched her arms and yawned. She was not getting younger for sure, but today she felt particularly like a fossil, entombed in her house, preserved as the rest of Echo decays. Not a pleasant feeling when you know that being a relic from a...
Cold Nights
The sounds of distant thunder rolled in on the sleeping town torn by war, crime and poverty, in a small tin hut slept two young cubs and holding them was their tired, worn down mother whose face was just worn down. Holding them close to keep them warm...
Blood on Ice - Chapter Three
Chapter Three - Unknown Origins Snow had piled up and melted in the dirty streets, which made it difficult to keep mud from collecting in my fur. Walking behind the adults, they'd kick up the mud that'd splatter across my fur. Walking alone, the mud...