Nothing Was Sweeter Than Revenge

A short piece of writing we were supposed to do for homework.

Murky water churned below. Its dark hands reached its tenacious tendrils towards the esoteric moon. A crackle of lightning danced across the sky, sending a vein of pulsing energy into the earth. With the thunderous boom echoing in the distance, the deep ringing of the timpani rolled the smoky clouds in, obscuring the silky lunar light. Rain pelted down, a monotonous choir of beating drums, drowning out the unwavering note of Jane's scream. Her rage sunk its teeth into the season's first downpour. Lashing out at the gnarled knobs growing from twisted trees, she released the years of frustration that had brewed inside her. She had a task to complete, a lesson to teach, an eagerness to inflict torturous pain on the devil that had destroyed her. Equipped with this new ambition, Jane deciphered the tangled plans that were developing in her mind. Nothing was sweeter than revenge.