IGNIS Winter 2017-2018 - Page 7

WINNER FOR IGNIS A TOWN CALLED TRINITY Katie Pharoah, aged 17 Trinity was a small town located technically in the middle of nowhere. The word ‘technically’ was used because it was nearly an hour away from a proper town and surrounded by either lakes or forests. That was what Trinity was known for; its peaceful outskirts. Contrasting to that was the fact that Trinity was the battle ground of two major corporations; Archer Enterprises and Andrews Incorporated. The corresponding families and businesses battled on machinery, urbanising the centre of Trinity while maintaining the peaceful atmosphere tourists loved.   The Andrews tower stood like a glass python, twisting in ways which shouldn’t have been architecturally possible, but it stood nevertheless. The Archer building was a monolithic spire, a needle pointed up to the heavens with the smallest rooms at the top being the rooms that housed the biggest decisions. It was said that the python and the needle battled daily although the buildings never moved.   The forests were where children played when they were young, excited by all the nooks and crannies they could explore. They followed the sun like tired kittens and when the sun fi nally disappeared they retreated back to the haven of the buildings, to their parents and to their beds. The forests were also known for their ghost stories. Elder brothers would tell their siblings about the little boy who still ran through the trees, searching for his Frisbee even in death. That fable told how the little boy got lost and wandered into the path of a hunter’s axe. The fable fi nished in how even when the snow rained down on the forest, painting everything white with crystals, it was still stained scarlet near the hunters house where the boy was robbed of his life.   The lakes remained peaceful, like they always had since the 1950s, until the fog descended, robbing a certain someone of their sensibilities and making a murderer out of their humanity. Rebecca Long was found fl oating in Serenity Lake and there were purple tattoos of handprints on her neck, a necklace of violence.   The coroner told her family she had been dead for fi ve days before they found her, a fl oating angel in white lace fallen from life’s highest point; happiness. Some even said that it took fi fty seconds for her to die, too quick, too brutal. Ten lots of fi ve seconds. That was all it took.   From that exact moment Trinity’s fabled peace crumbled like a car crash in slow motion. There was nothing to stop it from happening, from causing a spectacle, a soul-destroying spectacle.   But like most towns, the fog lifted, humanity was made from murderers. There was another side of the blade, the one that didn’t stab and wound but the one that hurt yet healed.   Now the small town of Trinity waited for the fog to come for them again, like it always did. The town of Trinity was like all the other towns and cities, sitting and waiting and hiding behind its fabled peace since the 1950s. HANNAH SAID A Town called Trinity’ has a dark tone, perfect for Halloween. The story focuses on time and is well written. The theme of fift y is subtler but just as eff ective. IGNIS 7