Good evening guys, Its been a while since I last posted, and I would like to apologize for posting another thread, since I never once actually completed a chapter story, however this would be rather short, around 5 chapters, I would try to complete it as soon as possible.
Children story and Zorxie-chan storytelling hasn't been abandoned, I have far too much ideas to passed it away.
Bloodshed would also be starting, sorry again for the delay.
But here is another Zorxie-chan chapter story: Homeless (I hate using the word homeless, it's rather rude, but that's the only name I could think of)
Any mistakes please, message me, I would give you guys a kiss in return if you want:P
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Homeless: PrologueLiving in Gliendale, wasn't particularly special, I have lots of friends from school, but none really made me felt a connection, Neither my best friend nor my peers, they were all great, but I wasn't myself around them.
My attitude and persona is completely different when I am around their diameter, maybe its the standard to uphold.
However I do feel a connection towards a homeless person, she would always be sitting near the mall, a paper-bag over her head, holes for eyes, and huge baggy clothing, probably to disguise from unnecessary attention.
I would frequently passed by her and waved a greeting, she would do the same, but no words were ever exchanged, due to my shyness.
But I knew she was rather glad, whenever we crossed path, as her bag would move in a weird motion.
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Our relationship changes after a normal day at school ended, I purposely went over to her area, for the first time, finally having enough guts to actually have a conversation.
Skipping along and praising my nervous heart, I finally caught sight of her blurred figure in the distant, a group of people were there as well.
Finding it odd, I rushed over, sensing trouble. She was savagely harassed by a gang of youngsters, shouting and kicking her, blaming her for dirtying the land.
I screamed at them, and took hold off a metal piping resting on the ground, chasing away those hooligans, they ran away like the little cowards they are.
Those bastards and bitches [Pardon my french]
She sat there, as if nothing had happened, looking at me, with her visible, black marble eyes.
"Thank you" her voice was gentle and smoothing, like a imaginary princess would have sounded.
"No worries" I squatted beside, bubbling rage erupts as I inspected her bruised exterior "Are you fine?"
"I'm fine, you don't have to worry"
Anxiety enters my mind, as I feared for her safety, but a bright idea struck away the negativity "Would you like to carry out a request?" I smiled
"What's it? May I ask?"
"Just answer with a yes or a no" I gently spoke, my pounding heart eager to release the news.
"Okay, I hope"
"I seem to have a spare room in my house, and I would love if you would be sheltered from abuse"
"Ermm... but that would be a burden, I must ungratefully decline"
"But I insist"
"...If you insist, I guess" She sequel excitedly like a young girl,
"Let's go" I helped packed her belongings along with her, and held her hand firmly, but she unintentionally brushed it away and stared with apologetic eyes.
"Sorry" She bowed, her hands placed over her chest "I'm really filthy and smelling, I haven't showered for months, I wouldn't want you to stink"
I chuckled accidentally at her cute worries, and wiped away my tears "Here" I grabbed tightly against her will "Let's go"
A bright sparkle ignited from her eyes, as she followed me back.
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