Dorothy Novels & Stories

' she thought. It once occurred to her that she might have done something wrong for her Mother to do that, she's trying her best to be a good daughter. Dorothy is doing all the household chores, she's trying her best in school just so she could brag about her grades to her Mom-hoping that she would get noticed. She did her best to be appreciated but it seems like it's not working, she can't say that it's foolish because somehow she proved to herself that she can do it.

CHAPTER ONE What a day! Chava Maurice, a young and beautiful young lady, slim and average in height who worked as a fashion consultant in one of the fashion homes in Losantiville dropped on her bed, with each pair of her burgundy shoes here and there. She had had a hectic day and all she dreamt of was a good bath, a good meal, and a good sleep. It was already past 7 P.M. and thankfully the next day was Saturday. She had drifted to sleep a little bit before her phone rang. After blindly rummaging through her handbag for a while without finding anything, she sat up and carried out a proper search but by the time she found the phone, the call had ended. She stared at the foreign number that had

Despite the grandeur of the event going on about her, Edna still wore a blue raincoat and floral headscarf, and her weathered shopping bag was draped over her arm. Dorothy followed on behind, her stoop almost reflective of her subservient nature in the shadow of her long-standing friend. Dorothy was a small woman, with reed-thin limbs, and a heavy head of white hair, which she currently wore in a bun. Her skin was wrinkled like a crumpled tissue, and dotted with liver spots. Beatrice often felt sorry for her, being Edna’s friend came at a cost, meaning no one else really wanted to be anywhere near her.

Probably meat. She tried moving her body, and groaned when she felt pain running throughout her body like electricity. As the pain awakened her soul, memories from what happened before she collapsed resurfaced in her mind. They fought a high-level zombie, then a zombie monarch appeared and killed it. Then it chased them. Twilight and the others fought with it as she and the kids escaped. Then, the monster appeared infront of Farrah. Dior was the zombie monarch, and he took her away. Dior is the monarch. Dior is a zombie.

The doctor begins to lead the way, and I'm about to follow when Tatum holds onto my arm. "Can't I come?" she asks me, looking worried and broken, with dried tears on her face. "Stay here while I talk to him. Stay with Dotty. She might wake up soon." That calms her down, and she nods, letting go of me. My conversation with the doctor gives me insight into Dorothy's condition, and sure enough, it's a common case of neglected health. She has diabetes, and it has progressed too far. When I step back out, I don't see Tatum in the waiting area anymore. A quick peek into Dorothy’s room door and I see Tatum, seated on a chair beside

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