Sinner [Completed]
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  • Reads 260,464
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  • Parts 30
  • Time 4h 7m
Complete, First published Jan 23, 2021
Mature
"Sinners go to hell!" The preacher yelled and everyone in the room cheered. "They do not deserve a spot in heaven and they do not deserve to keep walking the streets! Sinning is a terrible thing! and what makes a sinner? a good person with a bad soul. Sinning.." He looks around the room. "comes in all different shapes and sizes. Cheating is a sin. Murder is a sin. Everything the bible tells you about is a sin!"

It was hard sitting in this room filled with all these people. I kept my head down, avoiding everyone as they were cheering and shouting.

Then I looked up and over at her. I watch her sit there, nodding at the preacher and agreeing to everything he was saying. 

I saw her husband sitting next to her with his arm around her shoulder, staring up at the man in front of everyone.

That's when I caught her glance over at me, and in that split second..

I realized that I was a sinner.
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