Workingclass Stories

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

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.

What happens when a chance accident becomes the collision of two worlds? Amara Monroe is juggling graduate school and her mother's cleaning business, trying to keep her family afloat while her own dreams wait on the back burner. She's not looking for love-she's just trying to survive. Kit Wattanakul has built an empire from his family's culinary legacy, but success comes with expectations. A traditional relationship. A predetermined path. A life already mapped out. One fall afternoon in Atlanta, their worlds collide in the most unexpected way-and suddenly, everything changes. He can't stop thinking about her. She can't let herself fall for him. And the woman who was supposed to be his future is watching it all unfold. In a city where autumn leaves fall and hearts break, two people from different worlds must decide: play it safe, or risk everything for a love that was never supposed to happen? ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

A tragic event brings two young friends to discover a common interest.

Kurai Nagai is a shy and insecure teenager who lives on the bad side of town with his uncle who has high expectations of him. When his best friend goes missing he discovers that the government is using, missing children, and juvenile delinquents for human experimentation. Now Kurai must make a choice. Play it safe and stay under the radar, or rise up and expose them Graphic warnings in episodes: 2, 4, and 6

My name is Marcus, and I'm one of the many, many people employed in my hometown's factories. I found out I was gay when I was twelve, stayed single until twenty eight. My partner, Peter, writes for a handful of small American magazines. He is a good man, but his mental state has been deteriorating in the past two years. I'm trying to keep him happy, but it's hard. I don't know if I can leave him alone. I'm in a constant state of fear; that the moment I've gone to work, or to the store, I'll come back to a dead husband. Peter gets angry when I try to talk to him about it. He yells a lot. Sometimes he shoves me, if the fight gets heated enough. Being with Peter, when he gets like this, is killing me. There are times when I wonder if he even is the man I fell in love with. {we follow Marcus, a man struggling to maintain intimacy with his mentally ill partner. He balances love, work, and family, in this story.} [warning: coarse language, violence (including mild spousal/domestic violence,) sexual themes (consented), mentions of mental illness, mentions of minor self harm.] This story was made two years ago. I changed its name, and made heavy revision.

For all those who want to read this, but can't find it :)

Destiny and Justin are from opposite sides of the tracks: she self-identifies as a 'chav', while he's a gonzo journalist, all about self-enlightenment. The pair meet at a house party and hit it off, despite the disapproval of her best friend, Vegas. For their third date he takes her on a film making expedition into the heart of London during the riots of Summer 2011. Justin is killed in absurdly horrific circumstances, leaving Destiny to examine her future choices. Has meeting Justin made that all important small change necessary for her to realise her true potential?

The prestigious private school Rutherford Academy has secrets hidden behind its walls after the tragic death of one of its students only one new student has been allowed to enrol. Nadine Flint has always had a distaste for the rich but all that comes to a toll when she learns the secrets of Rutherford and what the students there would quite literally kill to keep a secret. Will this hot-headed, loud-mouthed new student be able to uncover what really goes on behind closed doors where the liars sleep? Or will she fall from grace as fast as they did?

poems

So this isn't a story I'm basically going to use it as a diary to express my feeling about the people around me I'm not expecting anyone to read this but if anyone by chance does I hope they grow to love these people as much as I do. I was inspired to do this because I'm going through a period of change as I'm leaving the place and people I've known my entire life to move half way across the country for university and I kind of wanted a way to note my initial and changing opinions of those new and old. Don't know why i put so much effort into this description but enjoy :) EDIT: So basically now that I've actually written some of these I kind of know more of what they are think of them as like an essay/case study or breakdown of my friendships and the feeling thoughts and memories to explain how and why I call these people my friends.

This story will have characters or certain parts of characters which may not be entirely historically accurate. Old leaders of the world find themselves alive in the modern age. The leaders of the Soviet Union such as Lenin, Leo Trotsky, Stalin, etc. Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels also wake up in the modern age and one of the best leaders in history wakes up in the more modern age, Thomas Sankara.

The purpose of this short book is to provoke thought and discussion regarding the impact the Liberal Elite on modern day Socialism and what the future holds for the Working Class.

Natalia Hartley has everything--the wealthy parents, grades, and the family connections to get her into whatever college she wants...and she gets whatever she wants in life. Odelle Sparrow is mad scrambling to keep up with her boss--her life slowly disappearing as she caters to her boss while juggling trying to get into the Ivy League school she'd been dreaming of. After drifting apart, choosing colleges brings their lives...and drama...back together.

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.

A group of four girls, four big, bad girls. Some times, you need to look deeper to truly know people, most times, what you see is not really what it is. These ladies are dangerous yet sweet, they look nice but they are not so cool, being gangsters as a lady might also be quite difficult, especially when you fall in love.

Taking a walk to free your mind isn't always a freeing as it's supposed to be, being an introvert doesn't mean to be alone it means to walk in thought.

Non-racist and racist skinheads look the same. When Bryant's best friend dies at the hands of a rival gang, will revenge tempt him to switch sides? Blind was a top 10 Honorable Mention for Best General Fiction novel in the 2008 Writer's Digest Self-Published book awards and received acclaim from Maximum Rock 'n' Roll and Razorcake magazines.

Dreams of grandiose.

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?