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."

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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!