sinners - an introduction

No matter how many people walk into the same room, the coldness is always present. There could be hundreds of human bodies and the more there are the colder it gets. Bless the sinners who brake the silence, bless those who chose not to walk into this room and bless the courageous ones for leaving it in time for salvation. Paranoia takes place in the minds of those who are human and I blame the cold ones for triggering the guns that shoot them so hard. Sinners have no regrets for they enjoy life but they can get trapped in the mesh that frost creates. There is real dark red blood running through the sinner's veins that will pump to the sound of music and stream flows of warmth. If frosts takes over, they're gone. Few have the chance to run away, for the frost doesn't allow them to move...


... and if you look into the sinner's eyes after life has left its body you'll see a sparkle fading away, into a void of coldness, and you'll know that life will never be welcome again.

He kept hiding and writing through the night, reminding himself what it was like to be a sinner. Sooner or later he would have to step out in the streets to find others like him. Hope didn't walk past his window, only the empty fog kept him company. He dreamt about the days when he'd been hope himself but those were distant memories now, there was nothing that could possibly resemble the brightness of the faces he once saw on the streets. This was a different place, a different time...

...and now, he was turning into something different too.