Writing By Yma
Anger
Sometimes it’s not all that tough and other times... he knows he has to keep an outward balance.
There are times when he’s got to be calm, keep it all controlled even when it’s burning up his insides like hell fire.
Sometimes he lets it show and that’s OK, ‘cos it’s what he does. He’s the best at what he does. And it ain’t pretty neither.
So it’s all good. Even when his howling at the night and gouging holes into rock and warm flesh. Because it’s him, it’s Logan, it’s Wolverine. And he does it for us, the children.
Greed
Her greed is no secret, though she’s good at coveting secrets. She keeps everything close to her, separates what’s hers and what’s not. She’s so frightened she’ll loose everything, you see. She feels she already has little enough anyway.
Sometimes, she takes without asking, a quick swipe at school, a smallest touch in the corridor, a brief, stolen kiss at night.
Then she has a glance at what she’s missing, then she knows greed. And it is destroying her, bit by bit.
Soon, we think, it’ll destroy everything about her. Then her greed will be all she has left.
Lust
It’s not as if she doesn’t know. He knows she knows.
He just can’t figure out why she doesn’t do anything?
He’s becoming increasingly desperate, though he doesn’t show it. Each sweaty, sticky night is filled with crimson dreams and nasty, pallid stains.
So far he’s safe, he has a bedroom, a key and a myriad of fantasies. They run through his mind whilst he watches her. She turns and gives him an angry, disgusted look.
He becomes redder than her hair.
It’s a constant cycle of desperate lust, denial, and more lust.
We wonder how long before he snaps?
Pride
No one hates her because she’s beautiful.
In fact, as far as she knows, no one hates her at all. She’s perfect and proud of it.
She knows her worth, knows what she can do. She’s coach of the net-ball team. And, as she always says to them on their pep-talks, you can do anything if you put your mind to it.
Some people are jealous, but she doesn’t bare them any ill feeling.
She’s better than that.
She would say she’s better than everyone, if that weren’t too prideful.
But she knows she’s too good for such petty sins.
Gluttony
Burgers, pop-corn, chocolate bars, a thousand and other tasty knickknacks of food are crammed into his mouth each day. He finds comfort in it.
It’s soon burned off in the danger room, anyway.
People can spurn him, hurt him, degrade him, but food never judges There’s almost no food he dislikes. He’s extremely open-minded like that.
He remembers, years ago, being nearly cooked alive. Screaming, begging the mob for mercy and crying because he’d never get to taste his mothers cooking again.
His mother isn’t around, but the still food is.
And he loves all food.
Except, perhaps, barbequed stake.
Sloth
His reports say he should try harder, if he wants to get anywhere.
But he knows he’ll never make the mark. Never be as good as they want him to be, as good as the goddess, his aunt.
It’s too much to live up to. An impossible goal.
What’s the point of fighting for the unreachable?
Some say that’s the point, get as high as you can, even if you don’t reach your target.
How can you be the best, if you don’t even try?
He thinks that’s stupid.
What’s the point in trying if you can’t be the best?
Envy
When she was younger, little geeky Jewish girl, too small and thin, she’d wanted to fit in. Fade away. Become one with the crowd.
Now she can fit in, she doesn’t want to any more.
She sees them, Scott; strong leader. Rogue; mysterious Goth. Jean; perfect at about everything. Evan; cool skater boy. Kurt; one of a kind.
She doesn’t want to fade any more. Doesn’t want to stand out either. She wants to be different and similar all in one. Wants to be noticed and accepted.
Wants so much what she thinks everyone else has.
If only she knew…
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