An example of a prompt response, in case you are completely lost:
Seven Deadly Sins Exercise
She applied her lipstick carefully, so as not to use so much that she’ll look like a whore, but not to use too little to look like a plain coworker. Her mascara was lightly applied, and her soft purple eye shadow highlighted her eyes. She blinked and grinned at herself in the mirror, adjusting her thin white blouse which was only slightly see-through. Her dark blonde hair was in a tight bun atop her head, not a single one out of place.
She exited the bathroom and walked down the hall, her head held high as she saw her boss arguing with his wife again through the window to his office. Finally, the Mrs. burst out of the room and stomped right past Angela without even a second glance.
Angela frowned. She didn’t put this much time into her appearance to be ignored.
She slinkily crept into her boss’s office and closed the door behind her. His face was buried in his hands, but he looked up upon her entrance.
“Hello, Angela, what can I do for you today?”
She smirked, knowing he could hardly resist her soft crimson lips. “Trouble with your wife again?” she asked confidently.
“She thinks I’m cheating,” he said. “She always thinks I’m cheating.”
Angela knew for a fact that her boss always was cheating, with everyone except for her. And he was a mountain she intended to conquer, a prize to be won. No one ignored her.
She worked her charms expertly, and soon enough, he was devouring those lips that he was always staring at.
(This is something I actually wrote in a creative writing class in response to this prompt. See if you can guess the three sins I employed!)
Seven Deadly Sins Exercise
She applied her lipstick carefully, so as not to use so much that she’ll look like a whore, but not to use too little to look like a plain coworker. Her mascara was lightly applied, and her soft purple eye shadow highlighted her eyes. She blinked and grinned at herself in the mirror, adjusting her thin white blouse which was only slightly see-through. Her dark blonde hair was in a tight bun atop her head, not a single one out of place.
She exited the bathroom and walked down the hall, her head held high as she saw her boss arguing with his wife again through the window to his office. Finally, the Mrs. burst out of the room and stomped right past Angela without even a second glance.
Angela frowned. She didn’t put this much time into her appearance to be ignored.
She slinkily crept into her boss’s office and closed the door behind her. His face was buried in his hands, but he looked up upon her entrance.
“Hello, Angela, what can I do for you today?”
She smirked, knowing he could hardly resist her soft crimson lips. “Trouble with your wife again?” she asked confidently.
“She thinks I’m cheating,” he said. “She always thinks I’m cheating.”
Angela knew for a fact that her boss always was cheating, with everyone except for her. And he was a mountain she intended to conquer, a prize to be won. No one ignored her.
She worked her charms expertly, and soon enough, he was devouring those lips that he was always staring at.
(This is something I actually wrote in a creative writing class in response to this prompt. See if you can guess the three sins I employed!)
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