random-hot-potato
random-hot-potato
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random-hot-potato · 6 years ago
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What if the seven deadly sins were people.  Gluttony was the boy who always ate too much and was way over weight.  Lust is the girl who has a new boyfriend every weekend and is boy crazy.  Pride is the “Regina George” of the school who’s always so full of herself.  Greed is the rich kid who never bought anyone a birthday gift because he wants his money all to himself.  Envy is the girl who’s constantly talking about how much better Lust. Pride, and Greed’s lives are.  Wrath is the boy who got cheated on so he told everyone that he fucked her and that she’s a horrible fuck.  And sloth is th couch potato, the procrastinator - the girl everyone hates getting paired with because she’s too lazy to do anything.
But what if the seven heavenly virtues went to the same school.  Abstaination is the girl who struggles with annorexia on a regular basis.  Chastity is the nerd virgin who’s probably going to stay single until he’s 30.  Humility is the girl who struggles loving herself and resorts to self harm.  Charity is the boy who’s constantly volunteering in the food shelters and school fundraisers.  Kindness is the girl who is happy for everyone when they get a small win in life.  Forgiveness is the girl who always lets things slide and keep giving chances, letting people treat her like a doormat and walk all over her.  And finally diligence, he’s always at the gym, and eats nothing but vegetables.  
Out of the sins, I show off traits of Pride, Envy, and Sloth.  Of the virtues, I tend to be Humility and Forgiveness.  What are you?
-An Idea from random-hot-potato
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random-hot-potato · 6 years ago
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What if, one day, you were walking through the woods.  What if, you met someone unforgettable.  What if, you fall in love with that person.  What if, you begin to date.  What if, your life is falling perfectly in line.  What if, your favorite things to do together is go on roadtrips.  What if, you get married.  What if, you spend a few years married happily.  What if, you decide on a roadtrip for your five year anniversary.  What if, a truck plows into your car.  What if, you wake up in a hospital bed.  What if, you don’t remember who you are.  What if, you remember nothing.  What if, you look in the mirror and see stitches along your forehead.  What if, you run away from the hospital.  What if, you find your way to the woods.  What if, one day, you were running through the woods, trying to find something that’s lost.  What if, that lost thing is you.
-A short story by: random-hot-potato
PS: sorry for the depressing post... ILY :)
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random-hot-potato · 6 years ago
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The night’s heart
Chilly rain patters on my head.  The water has soaked through my shirt and sticks to my back.  I wait, unsure of what for.  My closed umbrella lays beside me, I sit with no protection from the rain so my tears could be hidden.  The wet concrete I sit on provides no warmth for me.  The road that sits in front of me is nearly deserted, a car or two every few minutes.  A puddle of water will splash my feet as traffic passes.  A flickering street light is my only company for the most part, it shines like a spotlight on me in the night.  It glows like a guardian angel, keeping me safe.  I look up to the moonless sky, illuminated by the lightning that flashes above.  I seem to understand the clouds, they cry just as I do.  They hold their tears as long as they can, until they’ve had enough.  They finally let the storm rage against everything around them.  The clouds and I aren’t too different after all.  I watch the water dance on the black pavement in front of me.  Isn’t it strange that tears can be so beautiful?  I lean my head down so my forehead rests on my forearms that sit on my knees.  I think of the dark trees behind me, how they should bring me fear, but I’m too filled with hurt to acknowledge it.  I hug my legs and shiver from the cold.  I squeeze my eyes closed as I exhale and whisper to myself, “You’re going to be okay,”.  And in that short moment, a small smile finds it’s ways across my lips.
-A short story by random-hot-potato
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