Workingclass Stories

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This will be a short story and poem series related to pictures, which I'll upload, taken from around Liverpool. I was inspired to do this simply because I found a poem I typed up in 2009 - it was about my trip to the Anglican - I have left it in it's untouched format of upper and lower case, as I was later taught the poems are wrote in lower case during a writing course. I'll write more about the sites of the city - my observation and knowledge about the loccation. I'm a local but act like a 'tourist' in the sense I enjoy sightseeing & have numberous pictures. Will'o'Stars © Updated whenever I take pic's out and about.

The saxophone threads heat through the bar, and old stories lift with the smoke. Bubba Bojangles leans on the counter, knuckles scraped, breath warm with whiskey, shirt salted by sweat and spill. He says he's got a little to tell and a thirst to match. Gasper works the bar, the bottle, the room. Outside waits the freight yard; inside, rhythm keeps time while a life unfolds across the wood grain. Paychecks have gone to the glass, debts stack high, and the hard choices bite. Bubba lays them down one by one, and the jukebox answers. The first laugh lands easy; the next carries a bruise. By the time the rim rings the rail, the tale turns from joke to reckoning. Grit, memory, and a blue-note kind of mercy shape a night that changes the listener as much as the teller. Author's Note: This story hums on a melody my brother rewrote from the lullaby our mother sang to us for years. The tune carried us through long car rides and sleepy kitchens, and it still opens a door in my chest. The characters here stand in fiction, yet their bones remember my grandparents. I was small when my grandfather left this world, but love met me early. I keep his scent in memory-tobacco and soap, warm wool in winter. I see his easy gait, the tilt of his shoulders, the way he gifted everyone a ridiculous nickname until the whole room shook with laughter. I claim my own silliness from him with gratitude. If you hear a jukebox in these pages, or catch a river breeze, that's our family music working again. Thank you for reading. Music available on Sky Hollow Sounds https://youtu.be/1y4KSV5fO98?si=NifWHZZ0LwYW5TqT

You are a hardworking girl who is struggling in Trigonometry. When your secret crush Gareth Emerson offers to tutor you, things take a surprising turn.

This is the life of not someone-but a bird-stuck in the seemingly never-ending cycle waking, working, and sleeping; a cycle that many sea and city birds like himself could not break. The system is rigged against them, and although it wasn't always this way, that is how it is now. It can't break. It won't break. It is impossible to break. From an outside perspective, it might have seemed like misery. If you lived in the system, it just became a reality. But things are about to change. (This is not complete)

A working class kid's attempts at earning, learning, unlearning, mourning, loving and breathing.

Maya Hussain is sixteen, skint, and sleeping on a sofa bed in the kitchen of a council flat in Bradford. Her mum's hours just got cut. The deposit on their old place is gone -- lost to a scuff on a wall that a letting agent called "damage." Nobody explained the rules. Nobody ever does. When Maya lands a part-time job at the supermarket, she thinks the maths is simple: work hours, get paid. But her first payslip is short by sixteen quid, her bank balance vanishes in two weeks, and the systems she's supposed to trust -- tax codes, credit scores, zero-hour contracts -- seem designed for people who already know how they work. With help from Darius (her co-worker who's been through it), Nani (whose Cadbury Roses tins hold more financial wisdom than any app), and a Business Studies teacher who actually talks sense, Maya starts figuring it out. Not getting rich. Just understanding the rules before they cost her again. No Money, No Clue is a YA novel about money, family, and what happens when nobody tells you how any of it works. Set in Bradford, rooted in British-Pakistani family life, and written for anyone who's ever checked their bank balance and thought: where did it go? New chapters weekly. This is the Wattpad edition -- a trimmed version of the full story. Read the complete chapters free at clairepublishing.com Tags: #financialliteracy #YA #Bradford #comingofage #money #budgeting #workingclass #BritishPakistani #teen #realism

This isn't like your regular Y/N story

It's the early 2000's. Sitting in the largest mansion overlooking the city is the 17 year old Argon. Heir to a long line of wealth and privilege, he polished his designer loafers for his first day at the University of Timberlake. Timberlake, where acceptance was a birthright, not an achievement. Here, only the most rich and privileged of students are able to attend. Across town, the 18 year old Zephyr crammed the last textbook into his backpack. His tiny apartment barely held a desk, let alone dreams, but Zephyr had one: to provide his single mother with a better life. To do so, with years of hard work, he got into Timberlake with his mind, not his money. He clutched his acceptance letter, a testament to countless nights filled with nothing but the feeling of starvation and ambition. His perfect score on the entrance exam, a tremor that shook the elitist university to its core, was his ticket to a world he never dared to imagine. Now, fate had thrown these two boys, from opposite ends of the spectrum, together in the same social studies class. How would their worlds collide?

Step into the streets of Kolkata through the eyes of Pintu Halder, a young gig worker navigating the chaotic, unpredictable, and often overlooked world of deliveries. Every order is more than just food or packages-it's a glimpse into someone's life, a fleeting story, a moment of connection. From rainy nights and lost wallets to quirky customers and fleeting friendships, Pintu discovers the humor, heartbreak, and humanity that exist in the spaces between orders. This is the story of a common man working tirelessly behind the scenes, witnessing the city's hidden tales and learning that even the smallest acts can leave a mark. For anyone who's ever hustled, struggled, or just tried to make it through the day-this series is for you.

Maria is just trying to make it through the day. A late babysitter. A missed bus. A hostile city. A shift at the airport that never seems to end. By the time Maria starts her way home, every small cruelty of New York has already taken something from her. Then someone takes the rest. Bruised, exhausted, and nearly empty-handed, Maria returns to her apartment with nothing left to give, until her young son shows her the one thing the city couldn't steal. A quiet, emotional short story about motherhood, survival, and the small mercies that keep us standing. Author's Note: This standalone story follows a side character from a larger thriller novel I'm currently writing. It doesn't spoil the novel or share its genre, but it offers a closer look at someone readers may otherwise only meet in passing.

It's a book about being a young soul in a country where the communism has fallen and where even after more then 20 years since the regime is gone, most of the countries from Eastern Europe are connected by the same problems: rakia, corruption, bad leaders, huge gap between the poor and the rich with few that are stick in the middle, elders that are still living in the 70's-80's judging the kids and teens, nostalgic parents telling us stories about their youth in communism, keeping traditions alive even in 21 century, a fight between the younger generation and the Church, uneducated and easily manipulated population, etc. Hi! I'm Ed, and this is my story. Welcome to the Balkans!

Here is a story about two parallel lines, lines that aren't supposed to meet but somehow intertwined... The lights at the pier were beautiful, they had magical pink & purple glows. I felt like I somehow was in Euphoria. The feeling of the bright lights illuminating the dark sky while still being able to make out stars. It makes you feel like your glowing on the inside-out like the sun; and for a second everything flows in slow motion and you're the only thing moving at normal speed.

An artist muses over the position he finds himself in; raised poor and taught to work hard before retiring happy he now finds himself among the 0.1% and able to spend his days able to do what he likes - mostly not a lot. He doesn't get it, and they don't get him.

The Wrong Guy is a gritty noir crime novel about survival, redemption, and the dangerous hope of starting over. Set against the industrial hum of a refinery and the shadowed streets of Riverbend, it follows a man hunted by his past as he fights to protect the life-and the love-he never thought he'd have.

A young man works at a parking lot car wash on the hills above the Bosphorus. He sleeps on leather couches, gets stiffed by customers, and scrubs other people's dirt for a living. Then a woman appears - the only person who's ever bothered to ask if he's okay. But the closer she gets, the harder it becomes to tell where reality ends and longing begins.

Tom can't remember what he did last night

Mechanic is a coming-of-age novel set in early 2000s Oakland, following sixteen-year-old JayJohnson as he returns home from juvenile detention and tries to rebuild his life under the reluctant mentorship of Reggie, his late father's old friend and the owner of a neighborhood auto shop. With one foot still tangled in the streets-friends chasing fast money and reputations-and the other stepping toward GED classes, honest work, and an emerging connection with Maya, an aspiring artist, Jay finds himself at a crossroads. As his world tests whether he can change, Mechanic explores the quiet resilience it takes to break cycles, build trust, and become the kind of man you weren't supposed to be.

Heather and Julian; two lover who met online. Few years later, they met again under the title coworker. What could possible go wrong?

When a nuclear explosion ended hundreds of lives , it split the world as we knew it LITERALLY in half. No one knew what and WHO was on the other side until a gutsy girl and her bestfriend ventured out into the unknown. The truth was always a dangerous thing to unravel. But maybe this time , Vera was in over her head... 》》》》》》 "My soul remembered him , my heart connected with him but time had separated him from wanting me right now " *started 6 May 2020* *finished 9 Feb 2021* *unedited *