In a poor town, there lived a human that was different from the others. On his back, he had large black wings, and on the top of his head, he had small shiny horns. He wanted to be like the others, so, he accepted a cruel offer. “All I have is $5”, the old man said. The winged man agreed. The old man said it would be painless. He was wrong. The winged man, waking up wingless, was in deep pain, for all he wanted to do is be like the others.

A fiver and a stick of gum. That’s all I took when I left you. Ribs throbbing, nose bleeding. No refuge but distance from you, your warm arms that squeezed air from my lungs, while cold heart never number the pain. I drowned in your eyes and never made it up for air. Until now. £5 and a photograph in my pocket, brothers at arms.

I think the internet helps humans get smarter. Since people use the internet for information or research or even assignments tests could be done. The internet can help you figure out how to sale candy in schools for fun raising. You can learn how to make shoes and then sale the shoes. You can even teach children how to cook at a early age. But the important reason is that the internet can help you get smart if you research and study the information you saw. But if you look on the internet and then not care that’s going to be your fult because the people that want to get smarter are happy they will get smarter from all the research and studying.

He stood in the dimly lit alley, rifling through a bag. It had belonged to a woman, maybe twenty years old, and full of life. He didn’t think about her. He didn’t care.

She now lay a few steps from him, barely breathing. Her blonde hair lay in a crown around her pale face. “All I have is £5” she had told him. He didn’t care.

Only a handful of steps away, the Main Street was bustling. Busy shoppers and office workers rushed about their day, unknowing of the horrors occurring in the dark. They didn’t care.

Eventually the man found what he wanted, her purse. In it was just what she had said. He pulled out the 5 pound note and threw the rest to the side. He sauntered away without bothering to look back at the woman. Her breathe hitched as she stared at the blue sky and slowly faded. She no longer cared.

I stumble into neverland I wander by the sea Immensed by berlin through and through Caged bird sang for me

I paint the words inside my mind They sing and dance and cry I run my finger across the spine Oh, time sure does fly

My phone chimes, it’s time to go It’s time to let it be 5£ can’t buy me a thing but luckily, magic is free

“All I have is $5,” I thought to myself. It’s Sunday, and I have to make it last all week. I could just buy Ramen, it would keep me full, but it’s not healthy.

I looked at the prices, and thought about my choices that led me to only having five dollars. I quit my job after too many customers grouped me. My boss said it was part of the job, and “boys will be boys.” That I’d get more tips if I let them paw me. It was demeaning and untrue.

My last pay check went to rent. I look for jobs in the area, but there was nothing to be found. I could go crawling back, but I had my pride. Plus, I kind of punched my boss. I doubt he’d forget that.

I left the ramen and walked on. I started to think about buying a lotto ticket. What if I won? What would I do? Move out of this town, somewhere warm. I’d study photography, sell my pictures to tourists. Or maybe make jewelry. Live near the beach, live off seafood. Oh! Tuna is cheap. I walked to the canned food section.

What else would I do with the beach life? Anything I wanted. I sighed, lost in my dreams. An impatient women “tutted” at me, annoyed I was day dreaming. I apologized, brought back to reality.

I grabbed my tuna, and headed back to the ramen. I grabbed what I could afford, and headed to the line. Five dollars.

Tomorrow, I’ll get back to job searching. Today, I’ll get lost in my dreams.

It seems like every financial emergency happens when your bank account is low. I have to choose between food or gas. And as we all know, you can't eat regular unleaded so I'll have to get the 4 for 4 from Wendy's and turn my gas tank over to the Lord because he is my Shepard and I shall not want! I'm literally a flat time away from being homeless. Paying $125 for a tire right now will have my finances in dire straits. I have to make sure I don't have anything on auto pay either. Right now, my Netflix subscription would break me if it was debited from my account today! I'm going to hold on tight to my $5 until I have to spend it I guess.

The grey smoke that billowed out from underneath the hood caused her to curse loudly and pull off to the side of the old country back road. Flipping on her hazard lights and turning off the car she rested her forehead against the worn leather steering wheel. ———————————————————— ‘Oh great the flashlight’s dying, of course because nothing can go right today’ she thought to herself while slapping the sputtering flashlight into the palm of her hand. Sighing in relief when it stopped flickering she quickly shone it over the still smoking engine and groaned when she saw that it wasn’t just going to be a simple fix and she could just be on her way. ———————————————————— The phone light up brightly when she picked it up causing her to smile in relief until she realized that she had absolutely no service. She was just about to give up before she heard a low rumble of a truck coming down the road towards her. Quickly grabbing her flashlight she turned it on and started waving it around wildly trying to get the drivers attention. As the truck grew closer she got this overwhelming feeling that this probably wasn’t a good idea. Shaking her head she pushed the feeling down and continued waving her flashlight. “Hey do you need a ride into town?” The man rumbled out as he pulled up next to her still smoking car. Nodding she said, “Yeah my car just broke down and I don’t have any service out here, if you could take me into town I swear I’ll pay you back but all I have is $5 on me right now.” Laughing at her long winded explanation the man shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, it’s not any trouble I was heading into town anyways.” ———————————————————— As we drove down the road the uncomfortable feeling she’d had before came back in full force when she realized that they should have gotten into town already. “How long to you think it’ll take to get into town?” She asked as her heart began beating faster and faster. Not replying the man stared straight ahead. “You know what I’ll just walk into town you can just drop me off here, I’ll be fine,” pulling on the the door handle she sighed in relief when he pulled off to the side of the road. Turning to thank him she gasped as the man wrapped a metal chain around her throat causing her to claw desperately at her throat as he continued to wrap the chain around her and increase the pressure. “Please...stop,” she gasped out as the chain grew tighter and tighter. ———————————————————— The world grew black around the edges of her vision and just before she passed out the man leaned in and kissed her on the lips whispering, “We’re gonna have so much fun darling.” Letting out a strangled scream the last thing she saw before her world faded to black was the man’s terrifying smile. The End

One day Jane was walking around London taking in it’s many pleasures.

It was a beautiful June day. A museum was Jane’s primary goal on this day. Her preferred paintings were the Pre-Raphaelite paintings in the Tate Britain. Thankfully there were benches to sit and admire each painting. Proserpine by Dante Gabriel Rossetti being her favorite.

The security guards knew Jane well. She would stop and talk to each every time she was there. She knew their names and asked after their health.

Afterwards she would go into the shop and look around. She wanted to buy everything on Pre-Raphaelites but couldn’t afford it.

She could not help but nice a very nice looking young man at the cash register. It appeared he was having some trouble.

He need to get change for the parking meter. For some reason the shop was short on pounds. He then started asking customers. When he got to Jane she told him that all he had was £5.

They smiled at each other. He introduced himself as James. He asked if she would take tea with him. She was surprised. She asked where. He asked for her suggestion. She said how about right here in the gallery’s tea room.

As they went to tea room, she asked him what about his meter. He said he wasn’t worried about it anymore.

Once at a table they talked our their mutual love of British art, music and other assorted subjects. Their conversation flowed.

After he asked if he could drop her home. She told him she wasn’t going home. She was meeting a girlfriend for dinner nearby.

He asked for her cell number and they made plans to see each other the next day.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t let you on this bus,” says the bus driver. He smells like an old person, and doesn’t take his eyes off Marnie’s chest while he speaks. “Please, I need to get to London!” Marnie begs. “If you can’t pay the fare, I can’t let you on,” he says matter-of-factly. “All I have is £5,” she looks down sadly at the crumpled notes in her hand.

The bus driver won’t budge, but he does drive off. Marnie’ll have to walk. Good thing it isn’t raining. She’s hardly slept and she’s running on fumes, still feeling that sick sensation of looking out the window and realising you’ve stayed up till sunrise. She can’t complain. Mum is much worse.

Marnie got the call last night. She knew what it was before she even answered. “How bad is it?” she’d sounded like a zombie. “You should probably take the first bus to London in the morning,” the nurse had replied. At least she was still there. Deep in medical sleep, but still alive. Marnie could still say goodbye.

She arrives at the hospital and her legs carry her through the doors. Most of the staff know her by name at this point, and they simply guide her to her mom’s bedside. It’s almost midday now.

“Hey mum,” Marnie says tearily, “sorry I’m late.” Her mum’s eyes flutter open. The painkillers are wearing off. “It’s okay, love,” her mum’s voice is raspy, “Oh! You bought me lilies. My favourite flower.” The old woman smiles upon noticing the bouquet. “I wish I could’ve gotten more,” Marnie kisses her mum’s forehead, “but all I had was £5.”