Dawn will be giving us shorts loosely based on the 7 Deadly Sins. Each Sin of pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth will each get 2 shorts a begging for the first round one each week and a conclusion the second round again one each week.
This Weeks Sin is Sloth.
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Work is Overrated (Sloth Part 1)
by Dawn Kirby
Regrets? Nah, not really. Life throws people curve balls all the time. This is no different. Whatever higher power is out there won’t let me live this way long. I just have to be patient and wait it out.
We’ll call this chapter of my life the mobile home phase. It’s just me, my truck and whatever parking lot I choose to stay at for the night. I’ve got everything I need really. Entertainment, food, shelter, money. I know it all won’t last forever, but hey, why worry about something today when you can worry about it later?
How did I get here, you ask? Well, according to my so-called family I’ve pushed them too far. Yeah, whatever. I mean really. Who was I hurting? Nobody, that’s who. I didn’t bother anybody either. I stayed in whatever room they gave me and kept to myself. All I needed was an internet connection, electricity and food. They had it anyway so it’s not like I was making them get something extra.
Sure I had friends over, but so did they. A few extra people now and then didn’t cut into the food supply that much. We practically lived off energy drinks and pizza anyway. As long as they kept that in stock and the pizza joint on speed dial, we never had a problem.
Nobody forced them to stay up all hours with me either. Come on! If there’s noise just stuff some cotton in your ears and go to sleep. How hard is that? Apparently too hard for my parents. For Dad. He stayed on my case. Always telling me to get a job. Dude just didn’t want anymore money coming out of his pocket. Selfish bastard. Mom didn’t mind that. Her nag was the mess. Such a clean freak. She literally couldn’t function when she walked into my room. Organized chaos is the best, don’t you think?
They didn’t think so. I moved to my brother’s house after that. Crashed in his basement for a while until his stupid wife started complaining about the noise. I’m a passionate gamer, what can I say? She didn’t have to make a federal case out of it. Or nag me about the smell. So I binged. Sometimes I forgot to shower for days. Pee breaks don’t necessarily have to be done in the bathroom, if you get my drift. At least the pizza boxes and dishes were empty down there. It wasn’t like I was hoarding food. More like hoarding fungus, but who cares?
Living in that hell hole lasted a good six months before he started telling me the same thing Dad did. Stop with the job thing! Why should I get one when they already had one? I mean what household needs three paychecks? Seriously?
My sister took me in after that. She worked nights at the hospital so it was perfect. I could do what I wanted all night and we’d both sleep all day. Shoot, she never even saw my friends. By the time she came in, they were already headed home to rest up for the next night.
We had a good run, she and I. Best living situation ever.
Then came her. My sister’s best friend. Jealous bitch. She moved into the third bedroom a year and a half after I had moved in. She didn’t think it was fair that I didn’t have to pay for anything and she did. Them’s the breaks, lady! And she’s my sister!! If she wants to let me live there for free, so be it. I got no problem with that.
My sister didn’t either until the night she came home sick and found me in her bed with my girlfriend’s best friend. She didn’t get it. Her king-sized bed versus my full? Clear winner there. Not mention my girlfriend was already sleeping in mine.
The fit she threw was off the chart. Everybody was on my case that night. My girlfriend broke up with me and left her best friend there for me to take home. Awkward after the fit she threw. The least she could have done was call a cab.
Nope, she left me to deal with it. By the time I got back to my house, my sister had packed my shit and left it in the driveway. How irresponsible is that?! Anybody could have taken my systems. Luckily they didn’t, but still. It’s the principle of the thing.
You just don’t go around treating people like that.
Dawn Kirby lives in West TX with Jamie, her husband of 17 years and their three , DECEIT and TRIBULATIONS. All three part of the paranormal romance Serenity Series published by Twisted Core Press. Her work is also featured in several 7DS Books anthologies such as SEVEN DEADLY SINS, A MAN’S PROMISE, LINGER, among several others. Another short, DATE NIGHT was published in 13 Tales of the Paranormal by Firefly and Wisp. To find out more about Dawn's work please visit www.dawnmkirby.com.
SECRETS
wonderful children Tristan, Aishlynn and Shelby. She's the author of
This Weeks Sin is Sloth.
We Hope YOU Enjoy. If You Do Please Leave a Comment We Would Love to Hear Your THOUGHTS.
Work is Overrated (Sloth Part 1)
by Dawn Kirby
Regrets? Nah, not really. Life throws people curve balls all the time. This is no different. Whatever higher power is out there won’t let me live this way long. I just have to be patient and wait it out.
We’ll call this chapter of my life the mobile home phase. It’s just me, my truck and whatever parking lot I choose to stay at for the night. I’ve got everything I need really. Entertainment, food, shelter, money. I know it all won’t last forever, but hey, why worry about something today when you can worry about it later?
How did I get here, you ask? Well, according to my so-called family I’ve pushed them too far. Yeah, whatever. I mean really. Who was I hurting? Nobody, that’s who. I didn’t bother anybody either. I stayed in whatever room they gave me and kept to myself. All I needed was an internet connection, electricity and food. They had it anyway so it’s not like I was making them get something extra.
Sure I had friends over, but so did they. A few extra people now and then didn’t cut into the food supply that much. We practically lived off energy drinks and pizza anyway. As long as they kept that in stock and the pizza joint on speed dial, we never had a problem.
Nobody forced them to stay up all hours with me either. Come on! If there’s noise just stuff some cotton in your ears and go to sleep. How hard is that? Apparently too hard for my parents. For Dad. He stayed on my case. Always telling me to get a job. Dude just didn’t want anymore money coming out of his pocket. Selfish bastard. Mom didn’t mind that. Her nag was the mess. Such a clean freak. She literally couldn’t function when she walked into my room. Organized chaos is the best, don’t you think?
They didn’t think so. I moved to my brother’s house after that. Crashed in his basement for a while until his stupid wife started complaining about the noise. I’m a passionate gamer, what can I say? She didn’t have to make a federal case out of it. Or nag me about the smell. So I binged. Sometimes I forgot to shower for days. Pee breaks don’t necessarily have to be done in the bathroom, if you get my drift. At least the pizza boxes and dishes were empty down there. It wasn’t like I was hoarding food. More like hoarding fungus, but who cares?
Living in that hell hole lasted a good six months before he started telling me the same thing Dad did. Stop with the job thing! Why should I get one when they already had one? I mean what household needs three paychecks? Seriously?
My sister took me in after that. She worked nights at the hospital so it was perfect. I could do what I wanted all night and we’d both sleep all day. Shoot, she never even saw my friends. By the time she came in, they were already headed home to rest up for the next night.
We had a good run, she and I. Best living situation ever.
Then came her. My sister’s best friend. Jealous bitch. She moved into the third bedroom a year and a half after I had moved in. She didn’t think it was fair that I didn’t have to pay for anything and she did. Them’s the breaks, lady! And she’s my sister!! If she wants to let me live there for free, so be it. I got no problem with that.
My sister didn’t either until the night she came home sick and found me in her bed with my girlfriend’s best friend. She didn’t get it. Her king-sized bed versus my full? Clear winner there. Not mention my girlfriend was already sleeping in mine.
The fit she threw was off the chart. Everybody was on my case that night. My girlfriend broke up with me and left her best friend there for me to take home. Awkward after the fit she threw. The least she could have done was call a cab.
Nope, she left me to deal with it. By the time I got back to my house, my sister had packed my shit and left it in the driveway. How irresponsible is that?! Anybody could have taken my systems. Luckily they didn’t, but still. It’s the principle of the thing.
You just don’t go around treating people like that.
Dawn Kirby lives in West TX with Jamie, her husband of 17 years and their three , DECEIT and TRIBULATIONS. All three part of the paranormal romance Serenity Series published by Twisted Core Press. Her work is also featured in several 7DS Books anthologies such as SEVEN DEADLY SINS, A MAN’S PROMISE, LINGER, among several others. Another short, DATE NIGHT was published in 13 Tales of the Paranormal by Firefly and Wisp. To find out more about Dawn's work please visit www.dawnmkirby.com.SECRETS
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