People always talk about the Seven Deadly Sins like they’re monsters.

Carnal. Chaotic. Easy to spot in the wild.

But they’re not.

They’re quiet. Seductive. Familiar.

You don’t run from them—you invite them in.

I used to study them like old friends.

Lust was never the most dangerous.

She’s a liar, yes. A spark in the wrong hands. But Lust doesn’t destroy alone.

She only whispers—never forces.

Her...

Maggie “Red” Riley never wore diamonds, didn’t care about gold, didn’t give two shits about what the world valued. If it wasn’t dirty, broken, or something you could use to break someone else, it wasn’t worth her time. She lived in the cracked concrete corners of the city, the places where people like her were born and left to rot, but Red didn’t rot—she carved her name into the walls instead.

Her...

But I Live

By Chania Price

I live for the moment—
Big or small, I live.
I am healthy.
I am tall.
I am fit.
And skinny.
Almost too skinny—
To some.
But still,
I live.

I have energy.
A whole classroom would call me—
Energetic.
Goofy.
Nice.
Funny.
Smart.
Weird.
Weird?

I hate that word.
Genuinely.
It triggers something deep.
Something I didn’t know existed
Until you dropped a five-letter label
That...

There’s something particular about the new teacher this year.

It isn’t just the way he dresses—though no one else in this town wears tailored wool and matte leather like that. It isn’t the way he speaks—quiet, clipped, deliberate, like every word is something he’s choosing not to say. And it’s not the eyes, though they’re strange too—too calm, too steady for someone fresh out of grad school, supp...

My head is pounding—like a heartbeat behind my eyes that I wish would stop. A steady, pulsing throb that makes it hard to think, harder to move. I’m lying on my side, eyes closed, trying to figure out where the hell I am, when I hear something faint.

...Is that rock music?

Yeah. Definitely rock music.

I groan—a low sound that slips out before I can stop it—as I force myself upright. My limbs are...

Have you ever lived somewhere your whole life? And I don’t just mean staying in the same town—I mean never moving, never leaving the four walls you were raised in since the day you were born.

A place so familiar that even if you were blind, you could find your way through it without stumbling. A place you know like the back of your hand—every creak in the floorboards, every chipped brick, every s...