(Author's Notes: This is actually a story I submitted to the 2006 halloween contest, but I like it and decided to modify it and repost it so I can have it in my portfolio! :] I can't help thinking I could do a bit better if I rewrote it, but I don't want to try it yet!)
"Now the time has come at last,
To right the wrongs that plague my past.
Spirits soak my withered hands,
And help wreak havoc 'cross the land,
Flow through my veins unkempt and wild,
I’ll have revenge on that man’s child.”
Shouting fades to a vague whisper, and in the silence a single soul floats off to join the gods…
It’s strange how witchcraft is discovered, in moments of weakness and jealously you look back on life and pin point all its problems to one particular person, a hope, a love, a loss.
Your loneliness, your drinking problem, even your stifling job harks back to the passionate love affair you had with him, the nights you spent out on the town when perhaps you should have been sitting in your room studying for the next day's exams.
You think about the way he left you, for your best friend. How you watched helplessly and cried in your room. How could he be so cruel and uncaring?
You remember being sent invitations to the wedding, the christening of their first child, just foul jibes to rub salt into the already infected wounds.
Everything that happened leads you to this moment, in the darkness of your basement, by the light of a solitary candle; you show them what it's like to lose their hearts, their souls; one final deed to pay them back for what they’ve driven you to.
