Challenge #45

Evening everyone!

The challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the sin of Envy!

"Envy is similar to jealousy in that they both feel discontent towards someone's traits, status, abilities, or rewards. The difference is the envious also desire the entity and covet it."

If you would like to join us for Fan Friday, please do! Just send us some of your own work! Art, poetry, a story, anything that you made with this challenge in mind! Remember, e-mail your work to inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com so that we can post it for Fan Friday!

See you all on Wednesday!

Wicked Weather

Michael and Ali had been together for two blissful years. Michael, in these two years, had also been with Christi, and Janet, and Lauren, and Jillian and the list goes on and on. While Michael kept his secret of cheating on Ali, Ali had a secret of her own that she hadn’t known existed till the day she murdered Michael.

“Hey honey, they asked me to stay later at work today. So I’ll be home around 6:30 okay?” Ali read the text message and sighed, resisting to the urge to throw her phone at the wall. This was the fourth time he said he’d be home late. He promised that this Friday night he would be home on time. She frowned as she stirred the pasta sitting on the stove. She was actually making him dinner tonight and for what? To eat it by herself? That idea sounded better and better as she thought about it. Eat it all and save none for him! That’s what she was going to do.
She just couldn’t understand why they needed him to stay later this week. It made no sense; all the sales were up just fine. He told her that last week, and she knew there was no way they could have dropped since then. That’s when it started to dawn on her, the thought she had been trying to avoid.
What if he was cheating? Every night he said he would stay later at work, but what if he was going and fucking one of his coworkers? The thought rambled on in her head. It made her sick to her stomach, and suddenly the idea of eating didn’t sound so good. Ali grabbed the pasta and dumped into the trash. Neither of them would be eating tonight. She went up to the bedroom and lay down, staring at the ceiling and thinking. The more she thought about the possibility of him cheating the more she became agitated. She had given him two whole years of his life, and there was nothing wrong with her. Why would he cheat? The wind outside began to pick up making the windows of the rattle.
Ali looked at the clock, it read 5:45. She sighed before grabbing her phone and calling him.
It rang and rang before finally going to voicemail. The wind outside became stronger and as Ali hang up the phone, a bolt of lightning flashed in the sky.

Ali woke up to the sound of the front door being shut. She realized that she drifted off while lying there and looked over at the clock. 8:30. It was 8:30 and he was finally home. She was about to go haywire.
“Hey honey, sorry about that. I had to help the guys move some stuff around.” He said getting undressed. Ali glared at him from the bed, completely silent. As Michael changed into comfortable clothing, Ali sat on the bed in rage. The light on the night stand table began to flicker.
“Hm, must be starting to storm outside.” Michael noted, still not noticing Ali’s rage.
“You said you were going to be home around 6:30. It’s 8:30 Micheal..8:30! Why would moving stuff take that long? Couldn’t they have gotten someone else to do it?” She asked, her voice beginning to rise. Lightening flashed outside.
“No, they didn’t have anyone else.” He said. Ali got up off the bed and stomped her way over to him. She discreetly smelled him, but didn’t smell any perfume. But then she noticed it. It was small and just barely visible behind his left ear. A hickey. The wind outside began to rattle against the windows and lightening flashed continuously.
“Holy shit! Do you see that?! It’s getting crazy outside.” He said his eyes wide, staring out the window.
“What the fuck is that Michael?” Ali pointed to the mark behind his ear.
“What’s what?” He asked. She put her finger on his neck with force.
“Ouch, take it easy babe.” He said.
“THIS MICHEAL. Where exactly did this come from?!” She asked. Michael looked at her like she was crazy. He stepped into  the bathroom to see what she was pointing at. At first when he saw it, a tiny shred of fear shone in his eyes, but then quickly dissipated.
“It’s probably from you poking me so hard, what you saw was just a shadow babe.” He lied. Ali knew he was lying. It showed all over his face.
“You’re lying to me Michael. That is a fucking hickey and guess what? I didn’t give it to you.” Ali yelled.
Michael stared at her in confusion. He had never seen her this angry before. The lights began to flicker even more and the windows finally shattered underneath the pressure of the wind.
Michael jumped in surprise. “FUCK.” He cursed looking at the windows from outside the bathroom door. Ali never flinched, just stared at Michael.
“Watch out, I need to go get something to cover that window!” He said, pushing her aside.
That was his mistake, pushing her to the side. It’s what he had been doing for the past two years. He always pushed her to the side, making her the last on his list of ‘Important things.’ Something snapped in Ali, like a light switch being turned on. She could finally see what kind of person Michael really was.
As he went downstairs, she grabbed his phone from his coat pocket. She went through every text message, but nothing was out of the ordinary. But what Michael so foolishly forgot was, to erase his email. Message after message of different girls sending him dirty pictures, talking dirty things and each and every one of them had different names.

Michael came back to the room holding some pieces of cardboard and duct tape. They fell from his arms as he walked in. Ali was floating in midair, her hair floated around her and her eyes were a dark smoky grey, her pupils gone. Michael stared at her with fear.
“A-a-ali?” He stuttered.
“Ali isn’t here right now.” Said a dark raspy voice. Ali’s arm lifted and Michael floated upward.
“You will pay for hurting her.” Said the voice again. Wind blew in from the window, causing a mini tornado in the middle of the room. With her other hand, she flicked her index finger and the Tornado became larger and in that tornado was lightening. Michael tried to scream, but it was too late. Ali flung his body into the tornado. The lightening electrocuted him while the tornado tor him limb from limb.
Slowly, a smile began to form on Ali’s mouth. A wicked, evil grin. 

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Challenge: Write a story based off of the sin of wrath.
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Challenge #44

Hello Everyone!
The challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the sin of Wrath!
 "Described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger."

If you would like to join us for this challenge, please do! Send us your creative work for Fan Friday! Just e-mail us your work at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com!
See you all on Wednesday!

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Challenge: Write a story based off of the sin of sloth.

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I am Sloth

Sunday:

Okay I guess it’s time I write a story about sloth. Hmm Sloth. Sloths are weird looking creatures aren’t they? Oh man random sloth fact, sometimes sloths grab their limbs thinking it’s the tree branch. Silly sloths. But I’m not supposed to write about the animal kind. I’m supposed to write about the seven deadly sin one. Oh man, I’ll just continue this later though because I have to watch this show on Netflix. I’m almost done with the fifth season!!

Monday:

Okay that show was amazing! But now I should really focus on writing this sto-OH MY GOSH THEY ADDED SEASON TWO TO NETFLIX! What a score. This story is just gonna have to wait!

Oh yeah..I should probably start this story on Sloth. Okay Sloth, sloth means being lazy right? So I’ll just write a story about someone being lazy! That’ll be good. Okay let’s brainstorm. Lazy people, hmmm. Oh that reminds me of that old show Lazy Town. Man, that was a weird kid’s show. The guy who made it actually stars in it too. Which is pretty cool I guess? Oh boy I’m getting hungry, but I should probably write a couple sentences to my story first. Hmm nachos or writing a story….I’m gonna have to go with Nachos.

Tuesday:

Wow today is already Tuesday and I still don’t have anything for my story! I better bust this stuff out. To sloth or not to sloth that is the question. Why is Sloth such a sin in the first place, It’s not that bad to be lazy. Okay well maybe sometimes it is. What came first the Sin or The animal? Oh I should probably focus more on my story now. Okay so we can have it where a guy is lying in bed and he doesn’t want to get out of bed. Sounds like me every morning haha. Anyways this guy is lying in bed, doesn’t want to get up and then what? Where am I going to take the story from there? I guess I can think about it while I check my facebook.
Oh my gosh she is with him? That’s crazy! Wow Facebook is never this crazy. I’m gonna have to check out her profile for a while. Oh and after that I’ll definitely have to check Tumblr. I haven’t been on there in a while and I’m sure there is a lot of new stuff going on.

Oh no it’s already late at night and I have work in the morning. I’m not going to be able to finish the story tonight. That’s okay I just do it when I get off work, no problems there.

Wednesday:

Okay today is Wednesday so I really need to get my story done. I have until midnight and I only work till 3:30 so that should definitely be enough time to get a story done with. Oh I got a text message, hm let’s see. So and So wants to hang out after work. Well it has been awhile since I’ve seen her, so I’ll hang out with her for a while and then I’ll go home and write my story.

Wow we hung out for a long time, it’s already 6:00!! I gotta start writing this story.

Oh no, the family wants to go out to dinner. I can’t say no, or they’ll get mad at me. Looks like I’ll have a late night writing session, even if I have work in the morning. I have to get it done. It’s not fair to our audience if I don’t post my story.

Wow dinner was a lot of fun! I’m so tired now though. I swear there was something I had to do tonight…I just can’t think of what it was. Oh well I’ll probably remember in the morning.

Thursday:

Oh shit…my story never got posted. 

Challenge #43

Good Evening!
The challenge for this week is to write a story on the sin of Sloth!

" A failure to do things that one should do."

If you have something that you would like to share with us that is Sloth themed, please do! Just e-mail us at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com for Fan Friday!

See you all on Wednesday!

When It's Never Enough

She stood at the bottom, looking up at the tower of gold. The sword in her hand was covered in dark blood. The decapitated head of the former king was gripped tightly in her fingers. She had what she wanted and yet it still didn’t seem like enough. She threw the head to the side and walked closer to the gold. It gleamed underneath the sunlight seeping in through the windows. Picking up a piece of it, she rolled it across her knuckles feeling its weight.
“Pathetic!” She said tossing the piece of gold back into the pile. “This is what you call a treasure?” She asked the headless corpse of the king. She had the whole kingdom to herself now. She had slayed a thousand men and yet she was still unhappy with her reward. A soldier on the brink of death came crawling up behind her, blood dripping from his mouth. She turned around at the sound of him coughing, ready to strike again.
“When will you be satisfied Victoria? How many men must you kill before your needs are satisfied?” The soldier asked, coughing up more blood. Victoria turned around to face him, an evil grin spread across her face. She put her boot on his throat beginning to choke him. “As many as it takes!” She said, and with that she crushed his neck beneath her boot, killing him instantly.
From outside the windows of the tower she could hear angry voices below. The people of the kingdom wanted vengeance for what she had done. They began to chant in the court below. Victoria walked over to the window, her sword still gripped in her right hand. She looked down upon the people below her.
She raised her sword high up above her and lightening touched down onto it. The electricity began to flow through her, giving her even more power and yet it still didn’t feel like enough. She wanted more power, more money. She wanted the whole world to be hers.
Suddenly a blade from behind pierced through her skin, impaling her. Victoria looked down at the blade sticking out from her belly in complete shock. The blade slid from her stomach and out her back, leaving a trail of blood behind. She turned around to face her assailant and when she did her jaw dropped to the  floor, and tears sprang to her eyes.
“Elise. You’re alive.” She said her lips quivering. Her daughter stared at her with only one emotion: Disappointment.
“Yes, Mother, I’m alive. And you, you are not. You are just a vessel of the mother I once had. She was caring, and loving and kind. You are nothing but a monster with her face.” Elise said.
Her mother swayed back and forth as death came closer and closer.
“I love you Elise, and I’m sorry.” Were her mother’s last words. But deep down inside Elise knew it wasn’t true. She could see the lie in her mother’s eyes as she spoke. Victoria dropped to ground, finally succumbing to her wounds. Elise bent down and grabbed the necklace around her mother’s neck. It was the necklace that gave her power, A dark green emerald.

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Challenge: Write a story based off of the sin of Greed.

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Challenge #42

Hello, sorry for the wait!

The challenge for this week is to write a story based off of the sin of Greed!

"A very excessive or rapacious desire and pursuit of material possessions. Greed is an inordinate desire to acquire or possess more than one needs, especially with respect to material wealth."

If you would like to show us some of your own work concerning the sin of Greed, please do! E-mail us your work at inkedfeathersfink@gmail.com!

See you on Wednesday!

Pizza Pipe Dream

I could smell it the minute I walked into the room. Pizza. It’s scent is unmistakable to a pizza lover such as myself. My nose wanted to follow the scent, and I could feel my legs begin to move. But then came another smell, a rancid smell that I knew all too well. 
“Hey Derek! Buddy!! I didn’t think you were gonna make it.” Joseph says slapping me on my back. The order from his armpits wafts into my nose and I resist the urge to gag. I’m about an hour late to his going away party. Honestly I wasn’t even going to show up, but then Douglas texted me that there was food. Not just any food, Pizza. 
“Yeah sorry I’m late, there was so much traffic. I think there was an accident or something..I don’t know. So uh I’m starving, I better eat before I get sick..” I let my sentence trail off as my eyes dart around the room, looking for the kitchen. 
“Oh sure, uh them sure be some pizza left. The kitchen is around that corner.” He says. I almost sprint to the where he points. 
“DEREK!” A voice calls me and I stop in my tracks. Shit, it can’t be. Why the fuck is my ex-girlfriend  at Joseph’s going away party?” I turn around to face her. 
“I had no idea you would be here.” She says using the same fake bitch smile she used when she broke up with me. I clear my throat before speaking. “Yeah..well Joseph and I are pretty tight.” I lie. She gives me that look like when she knows I’m bullshitting, but she doesn’t press the matter. 
“Oh cool…So are you still working over at Water Park?” She asks with a smirk. My stomach grumbles, both in hunger and irritation. I sigh and carefully calculate my next sentence. 
“No, actually I work at the accounting office up near Northridge. Do you still sleep around with guy’s way older than you?” I say smiling. The look she gives me is so deadly I can almost feel my bones being crushed. Before she can reply I dart off in the direction of the kitchen. 
Again the heavenly scent of pizza fills my nose and I turn the corner and see it. There on the table in an open brown box is one slice of pepperoni pizza. It’s like cupid has shot me with his arrow and I’m in love. 
My mouth begins to water as I make my way towards it. I can’t wait to taste it. The pepperoni’s will be the perfect stage between soft and crunchy, and they will be sitting on a beautiful blanket of that warm melty cheese. Oh so many different flavors of cheese. American, mozzarella, some other one I don’t know yet it tastes so damn good. And that blanket of cheese will sit on that warm delicious sauce with all its spices. Shit man..so many amazing spices. But the thing that really brings a pizza together is the crust. Any crust is good in my book, but I could see this was deep dish. Oh lord, deep dish. It’s a crunchy, buttery, heavenly experience when you eat the crust. It was gonna be all mine in just two more steps. 
“Oh sweet there’s one last slice. “ Mark grabs the last slicing, shoving into his fat face. I can feel my heart drop into my shoes. I stand there in pure shock. He just ate my slice of pizza. MY slice of fucking pizza. “YOU FUCKING SON OF BITCH!” I yell. Mark looks over at me, his eyes wide and the last bit of crust still stuck between his teeth. The whole party becomes quiet. 
“THAT WAS MY FUCKING SLICE OF PIZZA! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I’VE DONE JUST FOR THAT SLICE?” I ask, my anger levels rising. 
“I physically had to come to this fucking party with all you dumbasses. I had to smell Joseph’s fucking armpit. Do you think I actually came here to say goodbye? And then fucking Jessica, my super slut of an ex-girlfriend just happens to be here. She doesn’t even know Joseph, or at least I thought she didn’t. But now I’m pretty sure she’s fucked him too! MAYBE EVEN WHILE WE WERE GOING OUT!” Everyone is the kitchen now, watching in complete shock as I rant on. 
“And just when I think I have finally found something to end the depression in my shit life, that comes in the form of mother fucking pizza, you just go and take it away from me. BRAVO MARK! BRA-FUCKING-VO!” At this point I’m pretty sure I’ve definitely over exaggerated everything. But when it comes to pizza and me, there’s nothing I won’t do. 
“What am I gonna eat now Mark? Fucking salad? Yeah I don’t think so. You know what I’m gonna eat? I’m gonna eat your fucking liver!!!” I scream and jump at him. He tries to fight me off, but I dig my nails deep into his stomach, ripping out his liver and shoving into my mouth. He screams in pain and they all begin to scream my name in horror. 
“DEREK!! DEREK!!! DEREK!!!!!!!!!”

I wake up with the pillow half way into my mouth. My roommate is looking down at me with concern. 
“Dude, you got the munchies or what man? I told you not to go to bed stoned.” 

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Write a story based off of the sin of gluttony.
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