So it turns out that writing about sloth is a lot more difficult than you think. Hence the reason it's taken so long to write the second instalment of my Seven Deadly Sins Project. These two pieces are stand alone but if you're interested in reading Pride, click here. I hope you enjoy this and I do appreciate the feedback I've gotten so far, so any tips are welcome!
Also, my awesome friend Alasdair Cooper has released some videos about the Zelda game, Ocarina of Time. If you're into gaming then definitely check him out, they're really good.
Sure she could, she had always been very independent. That was what had drawn Peter to her in the first place - he didn’t have to solve every problem and he knew that she would be able to look after herself when he wasn’t at home.
Peter felt a tear drop on his arm. He didn’t answer. He kept his eyes closed. Lindsay took his hand and he felt her T-shirt under his palm. She had put his hand on her belly. He felt something move underneath his fingers. It nudged his first knuckle. His heart skipped a beat and he felt it beat a little faster. His palms started to sweat as the baby kept kicking him. It seemed relentless, one kick after another, as if it knew that this was it’s father’s hand and that it’s father had given up on it before it had taken it’s first breath. Peter’s eyes started to sting and for the first time in months he felt a hot tear squeeze out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t want to die.