Vision: Chapter 4
"You said it was a bloody free sample!" Shouted Lenny, a middle aged rat, as he was getting forced out of a restaurant. A small falcon woman was forcing the homeless rat out as she was armed with a broom. "Free?! You ate almost all the damn cookies!"...
Ignorance
What to fight for and what to avoid their lives they paid crapped on and scorned yet what matters most to us is not what should the american government yet again up to no good spying, leeching, bugging hundreds of millions teachers barely above the poverty
Chapter 1: Wetness and Illness
It did not matter to me that we lived in poverty; in fact i never looked at it this way. one night when toby and i were cuddling on his bed discussing our life he told me that poverty was a human thing.
The Stone Warrior
And the filth and poverty in which eytan lived would never disappear either.
Growing Young
This was abject poverty! and he saw his father, the exact opposite of everything that he was.
Just a beggar
The poverty hasn't proven helpful for his fur either, dirty as it is. he shakes his head in despair, pleading, as he realizes the effect him snapping would have on the guard. a pitiful sight.
First Family
But for all the poverty that this family of subsistence farmers had put up with, we were not poor in the things in life that really mattered.
Cold nights
English class insted of doing some project where i have to write about who i am, i hate doing stuff like that so let me know what you think about this little short story the sounds of distant thunder rolled in on the sleeping town torn by war, crime and poverty
Cold nights
English class insted of doing some project where i have to write about who i am, i hate doing stuff like that so let me know what you think about this little short story the sounds of distant thunder rolled in on the sleeping town torn by war, crime and poverty
Nen'daa
In all honesty, the young coyote had a life to live outside the reservation with its abject poverty, reduced standard of living, and constant reminders of cultural genocide.
Scars of Pleasure, Scars of Pain
Flies clouded her eyes, a testament to the filth and poverty of the developing world, and behind her was a poster advertising jobs at the factory.
Surface (Chapter 2)
She hadn't regretted having given up what she'd had for a life of poverty the way she had, but it'd still been really hard on her every day, and she'd resented people who made it look easy.