Writing Prompt

Penniless am I,

A young cockney lad learning,

It’s needless to say....

“Penniless we’ll be if we choose him, mate” I mustered after another “actor” strode across stage. My partner, ever the more jovial and easy going type was more hopeful than I was. The play for set to begin in three months for tonight. Seemed like plenty of time for rehearsal, only we did not have a lead actor and our producer was one tick away on the clock for erupting. “You know I can’t stan...

Penniless after coming out of prison, Christi had nowhere to go. Her family didn’t want to know her and the same could be said for all her old friends. London seemed as good a place as any for a new start as any. She boarded the train bound for London from Waverley. She found a seat in the crowded carriage , sitting down and watching the outskirts of Edinburgh speed past the window .

She dozed fo...

We’re far from penniless. We have all the money in the world. We’re called a bunch of cockneys. Everyone judges us for things we cannot help. People die in our family and leave everything to us. We become rich. We are needless. ...

Sandra was born into a penniless family. When she grew up she resolved not to be poor ever again. Daily she would work on her self-improvement so that she could achieve her dreams. One day she realised that, as a cockney, she had enough chipperness to succeed without all this psychological obsession on making herself better. It had all been needless....

I’ve had enough. I’ve lost my job. The missus has taken my kid and shacked up with a fucking doctor. I’ve lost my flat and am now absolutely skint. I’ve got nothing.

I’ve been living up in Manchester but there’s nothing for me here now.

So now here I am at piccadilly station about to catch the train down to London. When things started to go to shit I gave my uncle a shout. He was more than wil...

I must have been on that park bench at least two weeks before anyone even glanced at me. A further week around the square until anyone talked to me, and only then it was “Get out of my way, tramp!” It took an entire month of my being homeless before I heard any sort of kindness, and when it did come, it came in the form of a cockney redhead woman dressed up to the nines.

“Alright, love?” She sai...