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    dots Submission Name: immortal sin pt1dots

    Author: emoxday
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    I live on the border of life and death, neither living nor decaying. Please do not stereotype me as a vampire, it is annoying. I do not suck blood, nor do I cower from the slight glimpse of sunlight. I'm one of many; I'm an essence of a sin, or sins.

    my mother would always tell me that all the sins I would commit were born within me and I could never change who I was. Our family believed in predestination. Whether it was my parents fault or my lack of motivation to change I plummeted into the deepness of sin. Even though people say sloth isnít a major sin, it's still one all the less.

    As a young boy, I never helped my family with chores and such. I spent my time sleeping until awareness awoke me from my slumber. I took the beauty of life for granted. And I still do now, even though I'm not alive. I believed my dreams were more interesting then reality, I did then and I do now.

    The bridge was my favorite place to rest. While walking there it began to rain softly, I knew I would wake before it became heavier. I was an adolescent then and did not worry about the danger of hypothermia.

    the last dreams I dreamt where the best I've ever experienced. I was fascinated by gore. The land I dreamt was like none I traveled before. The sky above shown to be dark and gray. Whether it was by peripheral vision or hysterical imagination whenever I would avert my face towards the ground death of many faces would star down upon me. But when Iíd look up again there would be emptiness. This went on and on until I gave up and left the question to the wind.

    Regardless of the sky, the floor below felt as though the sunniest warmest skies were above. The grass was a masterpiece by the gods alone. Vibrant trees were scattered below bearing fruits of extravagant colors and odd shapes. The wind embraced me softly and tenderly, It was paradise.

    As I was about to take a step forward a hefty man came forth. He came out of nowhere and as I was about to step back he put is hand on my shoulder. At that moment everything changed.

    The once beautiful land was now hideous. The trees were long dead and jagged as though never fed and petrified. The ground shown as solid stone with cracks as huge as a grown man. The wind was strong even though the trees did not sway by it's forcefulness, and it's anger whipped my skin til my face bled. There were bodies strewn everywhere, on the ground or standing up they stared at me with hunger in their decayed eyes, showing starvation far past death.

    The man stared at me and noted my indifference for the change in scenery. Obviously disappointed that I was not hysterical, he informed me I was in hell.

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