Poverty Stories

Studio and Sponge Slater took the light rail train north intent to get to City Hall by dawn. They wanted a Sunrise wedding, but they were dirt poor and had to make do with what they had. So Studio bought her wedding dress at a thrift store, and Sponge saved up the tips they earned from working at the Toll Booth and Waitressing to afford their train tickets. The Justice of the Peace was barely awake and had breath that sme...

"Money is an artificial construct," she said her Coutts Card carrying, diamond sparkling, fingers dancing their way up the inside of my naked and exposed thighs. "It separates the haves from the have-nots. Keeps the rich rich and leaves the poor to sell the only thing they truly own; their bodies." "Slaves to the capitalist system. Proferred as playthings. Your oozing desperation impaled, ravaged and pillaged for their be...

The pitstop has a country dustbowl ascetic as I pull over, my needle as red as my bank balance. Skirt hiked, buttons untethered, nipples evident atop my swelling bosom; all offered as negotiation beneath my inviting smile. With my best "lost little girl" voice I enquire about "what arrangement might be made" as my finger twirls playful amongst trimmed and coiffed auburn strands. He offers to deposit 10 litres in my tank i...

My name is Carrie and I was the product of a very well-to-do family. I was one of four siblings who were raised by extremely strict parents. After all we were the upper classes, and not expected to mingle with those below us. I was a plump girl, fat actually and not particularly attractive. At least that’s what I came to believe, although once away from home and with the help of make-up and a different hairstyle, I was qu...

Family lives were luxury when I was still at very young age. My parents were almost able to afford a smooth life. My dad would drive a sports car. My mom could shop daily. Not until when I was 17 years old, my dad passed away from cancer. His company took back all the assets that they have provided, leaving us to nothing but just our very own little savings. It was the year I entered University and my mom was worried sick...