ITT: Post an excerpt of your writing, it could be anything and any length. Prove you have talent.
>Man transgresses against himself. Each transgression makes the next more necessary, the end comes late and cannot be voluntary. From following to forming the path, a trail of evil candles lit not to illuminate but to blind. It is a rejection of things real, a reprieve against what has been done and what need be done in answer, an entering of a world without consequences by refusing consequences, a desperate place. It is denial in the truest sense of the word and requires insistent tribute, only renewed and ruinous commitment can not affirm but renew it. Such is the nature of sin, brief but consuming, life traced in smoke. The end is sudden.