There are seven deadly sins, choose a sin and write about it.  You can create a character or any representation of the sin, but it must creatively and effectively communicate and portray that sin.  

There is Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride. 

I'm really looking for the creative edge in these entries, guys!  I'm hoping to find new and interesting interpretations of the sins, not just the surface meaning.  For example, people can lust for something other than sexual desire (since lust is simply desire in general); people can be greedy for things that are not materialistic; people can be wrathful but passive-aggressive or simply broody.  See what I mean?  Really dig deep into the word and find a way to represent it.  Again, I'm looking for creativity!

Have fun and good luck,

LovelySheree

Example entry: Lust

This is to show a more abstract grip of what one of the seven deadlys can mean.  I chose "Lust.".  Entries can be longer, include a short story and dialogue, or have much more involved, or it can be simple like this.  It's up to you!

     I always seek out a challenge, although, on first appearance, I'm not a challenging person.  I take my challenges inside my head, constantly thinking about self-improvement or any form of maximization.  They go unnoticed.  For someone who's constantly doing something, I look fairly laid-back and slow-moving; yet everything spins in my head as I figure out way after way of getting around, going over, or going through any and every situation.  I am always looking for a new challenge.  Always looking for what's next.

     If someone says "good job," I may agree, but I know that it could've been better.  Anything can be better.  Everything should be better.  I should be better.  And that is the ultimate challenge is it not?  To strive to be the best?  And perhaps not for self-glory but at least the satisfaction of it?  

     I fear the day I cannot improve anything.  I fear that I will wither up.  That my strength will slowly diminish and I will become dust.  Purposeless.  And out of this fear drives this unending need to do.  A need to gain.  A need to advance.  If ever I reach the end, I pray my time will already be up.