Tag: 7 deadly sins

Liquid Productivity; A Tale of Lust

Liquid Productivity; A Tale of Lust

Continuing with my seven deadly sins series, here’s round two of Lust featuring Veronika (who is new to this blog). . . . Secret organizations, especially those located in underground bunkers, didn’t tend to afford their staff a lot of free time. This particular underground office was luxurious enough that Veronika could almost forget she …

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Never the Time; A Tale of Sloth

Never the Time; A Tale of Sloth

Continuing with my seven deadly sins series, here’s round two of Sloth featuring Zita. . . . Every Imatria library existed in a state of organized chaos. Some of the shelves were full of neatly ordered books, arranged according to an alphabet or dates or locations. Other shelves contained stacks of paper, rolled scrolls and …

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Blood of the Chosen; A Tale of Wrath

Blood of the Chosen; A Tale of Wrath

To an outside observer, the altar looked like nothing more than charred remains peeking from the ruins of some long forgotten temple. It was only when Reianna entered the timestream that she could see the walls gleaming almost iridescent with tiny pinpricks of glittering gold shining in the light. Blue-green torches flared on either side …

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The Sweetness of Eden; A Tale of Lust

The Sweetness of Eden; A Tale of Lust

No connections. That was Cazella’s rule. Favorites were fine; they kept her entertained and kept her paid. A win-win scenario. But connections could get people killed. She danced her corners like they were stages, the street lights her spotlight, the passing cars the roar of the crowd. And she took appointments at the Madame’s request. …

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The Price of War; a Tale of Wrath

The Price of War; a Tale of Wrath

For all their complaints about having to run laps in full combat gear, Domerin’s soldiers never fully appreciated how bulky and awkward their combat armor really was until they were forced to wade through dense jungle undergrowth in it. The only things worse would have been loose sand or snow; both of which Domerin tried …

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The Seeds of Chaos; a Tale of Envy

The Seeds of Chaos; a Tale of Envy

“Hello Kitty-Cat.” The way Crescent bristled, Elian could tell the greeting struck the desired nerve. It was easy to imagine the other man in his furred form, hair standing on end, tail swollen to express his aggression; especially when Crescent bared his teeth exactly the way a cat might. Pretending not to notice the effects …

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