This is just something random I'm working on at the moment, it might be finished, it might not.
The Sinners PrayerTo whichever deity may be listening, there are a few things I would like taken into consideration before my final curtain call. Before my final tally is counted, before I am judged, and found lacking.
Number 1: It takes two to tango. Yes, I have sinned, and yes I have been a bad person. But it took two of us to sin that night, it took two people to sully the innocence of that well-made bed.
Number 2: He was married, yes, but I was not. I was a single girl, lonely and sad. He was a gentle and loving man, with warm shoulders and sweet kisses and so I didn’t look as close to his wedding finger as perhaps I should have. But he was the one who was married, not me.
Number 3: Yes I cheated on that test, but it was hard, and I was tired. I only took the class so my parents would have something to be proud of and I never had to use algebra, ever, after that day.
Number 4: I drink too much vodka, but I never drink and drive, and I mostly don’t call in sick the next day to work because of it. I work hard and I deserve a little light refreshment at the end of the week.
Number 5: Okay, so perhaps I shouldn’t have stolen Miranda Keely’s prize Macaw, but he looked so beautiful and free amongst the trees in the forest where I let him go. And she was a bitch all through high-school.
Number 6: I punched that ex-boyfriend of Lizzie’s and I don’t repent it. He deserved it and I’d do it again, a thousand times over, because he was a dick and he made her cry. So yeah, maybe that doesn’t need to be on the list, but I thought I’d bring it up.
Number 7: I have never told my mother to shut up, not to her face, not even when she’s saying things that make me want to curl up into a ball and die. For that I should get a free pass, end of.
Number 8: I swear that it wasn’t me who keyed the bosses car. I was busy signing him up to gay porn sites at the time.
Number 9: I was sad and I was scared and I was so fucking lonely and that’s why I took all those pills. And quite frankly I don’t think you have any right to be pissed at me because you’re the ones who left me, alone in the dark. If anything I should be pissed at you, all-powerful, omnipotent, unconditional love my arse. So yeah, if you don’t talk about neither will I.
Anyone have anywhere I can
whore post some original fiction?
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