Pure Taboo Homeless Novels & Stories

I’ve got one word for ya, constables. They patrol the alleys looking for homeless people to wrangle up. And sure, the idea of going to a shelter may sound good in theory, except just like that orphanage, a meta-human like me would be treated like shit. I’d be fed scraps and have to fight off people because even other homeless people don’t treat meta-humans like their equals. It’s fucking bullshit. So instead, here I am freezing my ass off, probably getting hypothermia.

The tension I had singlehandedly created. An instant burst of cold air caught hold of my clothes and started swinging it wildly. Living in Durban, one had to be accustomed to the ridiculous temperatures. We experienced symptoms of all four seasons in just one day. The sun shone but the blistering wind made it cold as hell. Hugging myself, I trudged forward. About a minute later I found myself looking at an old brown flat with black tinted windows and white windowpanes. My home. A dead pot plant lay on one of the panes and an orange cat, unoriginally named Tabby, slept soundly on another. The building went up six stories and seemed to be touching the sky. It also looked like it could crumble

He saw me at my lowest point, and I was worried I’d be dependent on him. He sighed as he looked in front of him again. His jaw tensed. “You don’t trust this is free.” I looked down, biting my bottom lip. “I’ve begged many times. I seek help from different people, trying to find a way to save my home. They were all heartless. They don’t understand the value of this place to homeless children. Everything that matters to them is profit and legality.” “It’s business. Some people tend to lose humanity over wealth.”

She blinked her pretty eyes as her gaze found him in an instant. "You're wearing men's shorts that are way too big. No shoes. A bloody shirt that could fit a man ten times your size. What else would you be?" Tag said, crossed his arms over his chest. Hollyn opened her mouth. Snapped it shut moments later. Tipped her head to the side. "Well, fine. I'm not sure what a homeless is other than something without a home, but I had one. I just ran away. Finally." A fire lit deep in her eyes. "And you can't make me go back." She crossed her arms and glared up at Tag.

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I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

Finally, a woman standing ahead of the man decided to explain, “Those people can’t pay. They’ve collected so much food, yet they have no money. Can you believe it?” The man behind the man added, “But couldn’t she see them? I mean, look at them. How can they afford so much? These people are obviously homeless! She should have turned them away the moment she saw them!” At this point Dion was feeling embarrassed. Mpumi too, did not seem to have everything under control but she still had hope in herself that someone might come through for them. She remained looking cute and innocent. She looked down and fiddled with her fingers. She would not lick her cracked and dry lips. She would not pull up

Camila sobs while she called her brother name until she drifted off to a deep sleep. Camila area breed of allot of children who can't be trained to school, some homeless without parents. Well only because it is a poverty stricken commune. Allot of homeless and displaced children and adults both old and young, filed every corner of the streets. Each gave raise to crimes such as theft, illegal drug and human trafficking, sex slavery and many more. It was a bad inhabitant for Camila and her brother but they had kept their head low and survived. The little money they made from selling newspaper in the street, roadside and offices had manage to provide food at their table. Father brought no money

Her dad's tone was strong and captivating, demanding yet calling on me to obey if I didn't want to be homeless. "Dad, I need a fair time to find a man. Y'all should know that starting a relationship is something that shouldn't be rushed." This time, she wasn't lying. She was weighing her chances so she didn't end up homeless. When homeless is used in this context, you should know that she doesn't want to not have a family house to return to with everything that has been going on in her head.

He lost his balanced and fell backward, he sat down on the floor and didn’t bother standing up. “What am I gonna do with you.” “What if there a ghost here or something. Or what if I wake up in the morning and I saw another blind somebody.” “It would be perfect won’t it?” He gestured. “Everything would be complete. The homeless, the blind , the dumb and maybe a deaf someone. We could just turn the house into...” “Are you always saying nonsense Dixon.” “Ms. Teresa.”