Anger. Sin. Kill.

Anger (July 26)

He pressed his pencil as hard as he could into the page and continued writing. The lines were strong enough to cause depressions across the next few pages. 

With his lower lip engaged in a muscle-numbing pout, his eyes darted from his friends outside to his mother who was vacuuming in the kitchen. "Homework first."

Sin (July 27)

He inhaled a remorseful breath. Staring at the marble floor, he caught his own reflection.

He felt a tremor through his body and felt his throat tightening. He looked back at his reflection and whined. His tail curled between his legs, he laid his wet nose against the floor.

Breaking a vase was considered unforgivable.

Kill (July 28)

The rubber felt smooth and satisfying as he tested its elasticity. He stooped to pick up a pebble and blew away the superficial dust.

Nestling the pebble dead centre in the slingshot, he pulled it back and squinted at a sparrow nipping away at its wings.

The pebble slayed both the sparrow and his innocence.