Writing Prompts #16–More Deadly Sins

So we continued on with our Seven Deadly Sins theme tonight–two weeks ago we touched on Lust, this week we branched out a bit and did Gluttony, Anger, Envy, and a bit more Lust (everyone’s favorite deadly sin apparently.  Our moderator picked up a book from the library called Seven Deadly Sins by Dan Boone (heh Daniel Boone), which touched on a lot of the religious aspects of the sins, though his comments on some of the sins appeared to cross over to other sins more than the one that he was focusing on.  We also returned to a favorite restaurant, which fortunately this time was *not* as busy as it was the last time.

Prompt #1–Gluttony
How would Ronald MacDonald use gluttony to take over the world?

High on a hill, hidden in the HOLLYWOOD sign, Ronald MacDonald sat behind a giant computer screen, fingers steepled and red, fuzzy eyebrows furled.  His red curls stood out around his head in their normal halo, backlit by the machines that lined the wall behind his chair.
Next to him sat a purple mountain, with tiny arms and a jolly smile.  Looking in Grimace’s eyes, though, you could see an evil gleam that belied the innocence of his smile.
“I think if we up the animal fat content of our “peanut oil” and tell our fryers to add just a smidge more of our special “iodized” salt, we’ll be back on track,” Ronald said, reaching out a gloved hand to turn a dial then push a glowing purple button.  The computer screen in front of them lit up as rows of green numbers scrolled through.  Ronald and Grimace sat silently until the computer beeped and flashed a big read date.
“Perfect,” Ronald purred.  He indicated that Grimace should leave, and just as the purple blob reached the door, he said, “and send in the Hamburgler, please.”
The door hissed open, then clicked shut with a beep as the Hamburgler slunk in, eyes glowing with fear under the brim of his black hat.  “You wanted to see me, sir?” he said, voice quivering.
“Ah, yes, ‘Burgler,” Ronald said, turning his chair around.  “I’ve heard what you’ve been doing lately.  I heard that…you have been speaking to the First Lady, #1 enemy of our Grand Design, on the sly.  I…just can’t have one of my…”trusted” employees, one of my…original gang…betraying me like that.  It sets a…bad example for the rest of us.”
Hamburgler’s knees began to tremble, and Ronald flipped open the arm of his chair, exposing a button labeled “100% animal fat fryer”.  His gloved finger slowly descended and depressed the button.  The floor beneath the Hamburgler separated, dropping the startled villan into a bubbling vat of oil.  Ronald smiled as the Hamburgler bobbed and tumbled in the hot oil.  “I think I just came up with our latest menu item,” he said, mostly to himself, “Deep fried…hamburgers.”

Prompt #2–Anger
Why would a postal worker revisit the scene of his/her firing

“They’re going to pay,” I thought angrily, mashing the sleeve of my uniform in my fists.  I had to go in today to pick up my final paycheck and retunr my hideous uniform–I had to admit, I was not going to miss wearing those polyester shorts in summer.
I sat in my car, the engine running, as I contemplated my options–go in, calmly, take my check and go was the obvious answer, but I was too angry for that.  I tossed around driving my car through those doors that never latched properly, letting the cold air in all winter long.  I thought about dousing my uniforms in gasoline and lighting them on fire on top of the dreaded customs forms, but I was worried about the polyester going up to fast and lighting me on fire.  I was angry, not suicidal.  Finally, I settled on stealing my son’s squirt gun and filling it with red food coloring and spoiled milk.  That would send a statement they wouldn’t soon forget, I figured.
I arrived at my old branch and patted my coat pocket reassuringly.  “Soon, baby,” I whispered to it and immediately felt silly.
My boss was waiting for me in the lobby, which was crowded during the lunch rush.  I pulled my squirt gun out and aimed it at her chest.  “Take THAT!” I yelled, pulling the trigger, sending out a stream of smelly liquid.
I realized, however, that bringing even a toy gun into a post office was actually a bad idea as an off duty police officer pulled out his personal weapon and placed three shots into my chest.  “Shit,” I thought as I fell,” maybe I should have just driven my car into the lobby instead…”

Prompt #3–Envy
Vilify Cinderella/vindicate the envious step sisters

Everyone thinks that since Cinderella nabbed the prince that she’s the nice one, the misunderstood and mistreated one.  Boy, are they wrong!  I know for a fact that my mother treated her just as well as my sister and me.  We had no idea that when Mother sent her on errands into the village that she was dressing in our kitchenmaid’s dirty laundry and letting everyone believe that we badly mistreated her.
If anything, Cinderella (and she came up with that name herself–it’s actually Abigail Ellen) was a BULLY!  She stole my necklaces and the trimmings off Anastasia’s dress.  Then she staged the whole trashing of the dress ging, which got Anna and I in so much trouble we almost got grounded from the ball.  Mother made ME give Cinderella MY dress and I had to go in one of mother’s old hand-me-down dresses instead.
Of course that manipulative little brat bagged the Prince–she’d had years of practice on me and Anna to mold her craft.  I just hope that the prince figures out her true personality before they wed.  Otherwise he’s going to be in for one miserable life!

Prompt #4–Lust
Give the book (Seven Deadly Sins) author a sexual experience

“We should study for the deadly sins test together, Dan,” the pretty coed said.  her sweater yams bounced enticingly as she spoke, but Dan tried to ignore them.  He wouldn’t remain a lifelong virgin if he started to objectify women.
“Okay, in the library at noon tomorrow?” Dan said, keeping his eyes towards Heaven.  The coed nodded and swayed off, cats fighting underneath her miniskirt.
Dan figured that the library was safe, and that the busiest time would mean they wouldn’t be left alone.  He arrived early and set up, spreading out books and the pages of his dissertation, Seven Deadly Sins, out around him.
Sara, the coed, bounced over, her generous cantaloupes swaying from side to side.  Dan slid a book over his lap, hiding the erection he wasn’t quick enough to suppress.  Sara smiled and sat down next to him, making Dan shift uncomfortably.  She laid a hand on his forearm and Dan cringed as he felt a warm, sticky flood fill his tighty-whities.

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