Writing Prompt

The fourth deadly sin, of course, is Envy.

She is often overlooked, seen as a crash of Desire and Greed, unnoticed until she is all-consuming.

Envy is poison. Poison like apples and potions and the minds of rotting men.

Envy is green. Bright, roiling green like acid and sealing wax on cursed love letters.

Envy is hunger. Not hunger for more, always more, like Greed. Not the rapturous, bodily...

Uncle Lawrence was snoring. The twins, Seth and Sam, were pretending to enjoy the game. Freddy was talking to Parker. Parker was scrolling on her phone. Mom and her sister Auntie Jacks were cleaning up in the kitchen. Dad was still dead. And I was contemplating exit strategies.

Where was Shona? Ducking out of Post Thanksgiving dinner was so much harder when someone had beat you to it. I snuggled u...

At the back of the tavern, that's where they sat. Each night, the same: a tankard of spiced mead and a cheese scone.

They never said a word... Never raised a hand or quirked their lip in thanks.

They simply sat..

And ate...

And Paid...

And left, their tall frame gliding out the door in a flap of a verdant cloak.

Tonight was no different.

Elbows on the bar, chin nestled on my palms, I wa...

The fiery-haired woman rinsed her hands under the scalding hot water, wincing with each movement. The light above began to flicker, darkening the dingy roadside washroom as she scrubbed the dirt and skin away. Each flicker brought back her memories, each flicker brought it closer to the surface.

‘I am the poison in your veins.’

She shot her head up, staring deep into the green eyes reflected...

She looked out the window into the rain. A breath let lose between her lips as she slowly traced her hand up the drapes. Her fingers moved between the curves of the fabric. She took a step back and she let lose a sigh. She walked towards the vanity and plopped down as she listened to the rain drops splatter on the roof.

She looked dishelved. Sunken eyes, grey and red coloring her eye bags. Cheeks...

those lips—they could kiss a man senseless, leave him gasping for air, choking from the lack of oxygen in his lungs, then—dead.

within those creases, those little lines that defined her pout just so, and that enticing divot right in the center of her upper lip that men—and occasionally women—had once begged to kiss away, well they could go ahead and kiss it, if they wouldn’t mind too much the poi...

In my mind it’s always known that women are beautiful, kind, caring, affectionate, and quiet. Or- that’s what they should be. As a man I always search for a women of these sorts. I was taught to treat women with respect and to always respect boundary’s. And as I follow this un-said rule; I always have been fascinated with the art of trying to figure out somone, before you try to take things furthe...

Topher Lane, it is the most lavish and boldly presented part of the wealthiest district. Many shops and venders present their sumptuous goods just off of the cobbled brick road, a sweet aroma floating in the air all around. The red hues of every vendor’s carts, shops, buildings, and objects adds to the atmosphere, shining through the golden morning.

Looking to buy a cake, Igor strolls down t...

Margot was meticulously organized. Everything had a place and there was a place for everything. She always presented herself well. Her clothing was impeccable, everything ironed, starched, tied up. Just so. She never had a hair out of place. But Margot was never happy with what she had. She was always wanting for more. Always striving to be better, to get the promotion, to get the sought after man...

The creased skin

The poison personality

Desirous and cruel

Wealthy perpetuity

Fixated on calamity

No concern for gravity

The powerful apocalypse

Take us for a ride

Into the unknown...