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If there was an 8th deadly sin, what would it be?

Write a descriptive paragraph about this sin.

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Hypocrisy

The deadly sin of integrity, authenticity, and truth. The betrayal of the internal and external fight you brain has on how to behave socially. And what makes it a deadly sin is the misguided use of it to the point where people constantly distorting truths and breaking bonds. If gotten out of control, it erodes the values of being genuine, and honest....

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Ignorance

Unlike the other deadly sins, ignorance hides in the shadows, creeping just beneath the surface - a quiet and insidious presence. Ignorance drowns curiosity before it can bloom, wrapping hearts in a veil so thick, that they forget to seek.


Ignorance flourishes in the soil of human complacency, in turning a blind eye and remaining silent in the presence of inhumane action.


This sin is the refus...

Eight Sins

Eight sins-


By, Just a girl 😘


Seven sins have long been known—

to test the soul, to weigh us down.

But in this world that continues its spin-

a new one rises with the rest: dishonesty begins.


To envy what another holds

diminishes the light you own.

Chasing someone else’s path

leaves you lost, or internally alone.


To lust and never truly love—

just sexual pleasures,leaving your wounds with la...

Oblivion

If there were an eighth deadly sin, it would be Oblivion — the willful smothering of empathy, a cold refusal to see another’s suffering even when it bleeds before your eyes. It festers in hearts that grow numb, in souls that turn away not from ignorance, but from the heavy inconvenience of compassion. Oblivion is not simple ignorance; it is a deliberate choosing of blindness, a snuffing out of sha...

Self-Hate

I know the prompt asked for a descriptive paragraph, but a story came to me instead. One of those instances when you start to write and what shows up on "paper" is totally different from the original idea.



ā€œWhy do you think you have such a hard time forgiving yourself?ā€ he inquired, eyes piercing into her soul. He had the look of someone who was determined to uncover the truth. Or someone who l...

The 8th Deadly Sin

Silence as pride grows to a poisonous peak and arms ego with destructive power. Inaction as greed surpasses one’s empathy. Self control failing as lust eclipses actual love for others. Quiet as envy rises to choke the humanity out of the jealous. Doing nothing as glutton overwhelms rational thinking. Preaching peace to the innocent as the wrath of others takes over their minds. Succumbing to sloth...

Nostalgia

Nostalgia, defined as the art of sentimental longing. Shielded behind a veil of wistfulness, it makes you ignore the present, worry about the future and yearn for the past. It has an addictive quality, innocuous at first, but once you taste its meloncholic sweetness, it’s hard to let go.


Nostalgia, the 8th deadly sin, best left untouched....

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Apathy

This pestilence is the enabler. The beginning. The corruption from which the Seven are born.


A silent scourge rots in the hearts of mankind. A coldness that smothers the gentle warmth of emotion and leave emptiness and inhumanity.


It appears as indifference in the face of suffering. Numbness in the face of passion. Blindness in the face of injustice.


An endless void that even Sloth fears.


Apa...

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Eighth Deadly Sin ļæ¼

All living things have hearts.All living creatures with a heartbeat are gods creations!

Let’s talk about domestic animals, such as dogs,and cats!

All they want is to be loved by their owners!

I saw something horrific, as I was walking down the street one day. It was a beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the sky.So, I decided to take a little stroll.I saw a man walking his little dog. This man con...

8th Deadly Sin

Hurtling down the interstate at 75 miles per hour in a black minivan, my family is headed to grandma’s house. My dad is driving, my mother riding shotgun, my brother and I sitting in the two middle seats, and my two sisters in the very back. My youngest sister, ever the trouble maker slyly grins and lets loose. The stench filled the van, as the back car seat rumbled. My brother groaned, my secon...