Sweet Revenge Elizabeth Mason
Illumination Matthew Burge
As the sky light faded and the trees ceased to rustle, Illumination began. First at only a whisper, beating
She was tired of it all. The constant abuse… the bitter suffering… the ignorance of her friends… No more.
slowly with the lapping of the bay. But as the sky light receded, the Luminescence grew; pulsing as multiple organisms, yet at the same time,
The ax- the old, wooden ax in her garage, with the splintered handle and the loose, rusted, red face- the ax was her last hope. She’d called, pleaded, cried for help, but no one came. Those moments spent trapped in creaking limbs, entangled in the vicious thorns that tore at her clothes and skin without remorse could never be reclaimed. The scratches on her arms and legs that she was obligated to hide and the shame that would never fully heal- there would always be that one, fine line on her skin, serving as a ghost of a memory of the wicked, relentless demon that had tormented her up until this point.
as one. The boat lulled only a bit, as a breath of wind swept into the cove, the faint taste of sea salt still in the air...
She was finished. 40
The Echo
Volume IV Issue 2
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