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**This is the final part of the four part series, Chasity. Links to the first three parts are in the description.** After a minute or so he picked himself up and took one more look at the door and noticed something quite curious. It was something he certainly didn't notice when he had entered, although he admitted to himself he hadn't taken much notice to a simple door. There on the door was a piece of paper, nailed to the door. Normally he wouldn't take the time to care about a single piece of paper, but it was what was on it that captured his attention. He knew the paper well, and had seen it before. It was a vacant paper, placed there whe

"Mother!" Her mother bent down to her eye level and queried her, "Madison! Where were you for so long? I don't suppose that the Warrior kept you waiting!" she said, laughing. "He did not. I met this. . ." she struggled on the next word. She didn't know if she were to call him a man, or a boy. Either would've worked. If you'd of asked the boy he'd not know an answer. "This boy?" "This man, at the Warrior. His name is Chasi-Chase!, I brought him here to meet you!" "Well, my name is Nicole, Mrs. Nicole Hartman, pleased to meet you Chase. Come in, please." She waved him in. "Thank you Mrs. Hartman," he said. "You've got a lovely home." He l

"What?" he said, groaning from her weight, though he handled it. "It's snowing!" “Aren’t you the scientist?” The boy smiled, and had half a laugh as they walked out of the courtyard, into the intersection, and back onto the busy streets of the humble city. "I got you to laugh!" "You did, you did. Now where's your house?" The boy felt a bit out of place, his day hadn’t planned him walking down the street carrying a small child. No, this wasn’t right. "Down there," she pointed in front of them, down the street, "a few blocks down there." They carried on down the street, and as they went, the girl went on. "How old

For nights I’ve walked without a home Because responsibility is everyone but not my own You think I’m adult despite having never shown I smoke Buddha—it stops me from ever having grown Ideas and dreams in my head, I talk shit like no one ever known People look at me and wanna be what they see But all I am is a shell, a character speaking freely Unconventional, I’m too pivotal to get hit by debris You’re a no name you produce while I’m on the marquee I say shoot for the stars but we all know there’s no guarantee The words and ideas are insane but it’s what I do I’ve got a gimmick—jus

People brag, like their opinions matter I deny all that pointless, endless chatter Forget the blissful because they’re the latter Who knew that being smart would make you sadder Industrialists saying they just need to “get by” When billions of dollars push up toward the sky Their daughters are our leaders because they’re fly While you sit on the opposite side commenting that you’re too shy To be like them, because in the end You’re not much better but you’ve got respectable friends So you think, “Well that won’t happen again” But when you decide on the evil inside you get sins The