Six Word Stories

Waited all day, it never came.

I may never see him again.

Engulfed by her thoughts, she left.

Unseen and hidden to the world.

Sun's down, and it starts again.

She screeched, "What have we done?"

John Proctor: Hero or Stooge?

At the beginning of The Crucible, I immediately thought that John Proctor was a stooge. Learning about his affair with Abigail justified my thoughts. As the story progressed, I began changing my mind. It became evident that Proctor really cared about his image and what others thought. Although he made many mistakes, he always tried coming back from them. Proctor would always try to make up for what he would do wrong. After the affair, John felt guilty about the whole situation, he had an extreme internal conflict. He wants to be known as an honest man, but by keeping this secret to himself, Elizabeth, and Abigail, he is being everything but honest. If he were to tell the truth, he would be tried for adultery. There is no win-win situation for Proctor.

Later on in the story, while John Proctor is trying to finally be honest and confess, things go completely wrong. As John is telling of his affair, he says that his wife is an honest woman. When they bring in Elizabeth, she says that the affair never happened. She tells Danforth that she jumped to conclusions and assumed things were going on between Proctor and Elizabeth, but she never had actual proof. This being said, Danforth and Hathorne believe Elizabeth and John is accused of lying. Proctor tried coming clean, but it just turned around and stabbed him in the back. This did, however, save Abigail and Elizabeth's name in the town. In the end, Proctor dies but he stuck to his word, he didn't confess to witch craft and he's told of the affair, so he decides to be hung. Thus, explaining why he was a tragic hero.

There Goes the Neighborhood

It had been a normal day, up until we came in contact with people that would change the rest of our lives. I had been cooking fish that had been caught by the men earlier that day. As I was cooking, I realized that everyone began panicking. I looked up to find the women quivering behind their husbands. Everyone was looking in the same direction. I followed their gaze to find a swarm of strangers. They weren't natives, they looked very mysterious. I looked behind them to find a massive boat. It was made out of wood, and very well crafted. No member of the tribe had the abililty to create anything of that nature. That was the moment I had become interested in these men. The chief of our tribe stepped up towards the men, and one of their own did the same. The two exchanged words and our chief slowly walked back. The men had apparently been interested in our culture. They "wanted to learn about us." We taught them how to grow crops, how to prepare traditional meals, we even told them of our culture and traditions. In return, they provided us with more advanced tools for growing crops. Weeks would pass and it seemed as if more and more of them would just keep coming. The more of them, the less of us. Many of my people had been dying because of diseases brought by these settlers. One day, while I was out picking herbs, I smelled smoke. Alarmed, I ran back to find the entire village up in flames. As I turned, trying to run away, a settler grabbed me. He tied me up along with many others, including the chief. They made us slaves. They tortured us. They used us.

Today, we have problems like Native Americans did, but we react in a completely different manner. The Native Americans were very welcoming and were open to the idea of helping the settlers, even though they were strangers and very different. Today, I believe that we are very close minded. Many are accustomed to one way, and one way only. They believe that if a group doesn't have the same beliefs, then they are wrong. People aren't open to the idea of change, or differences. When it comes to religion, I believe that there should've even be a debate. Anyone should be allowed to believe what they want to believe in without being judged.

Me

My name is Francesca. I am currently a sophomore at Whitney Young. Here at Whitney I'm on the Cheer Squad, and the softball team. I've been cheering and playing softball since 4th grade. Both cheer and softball are very time-consuming.  I have an older brother, Marc, who attends Iowa State. He's 21 and is studying Political Agriculture. I also have a younger brother, Aidan, he' s only 7, but sure doesn't act like it. He's very mature for his age in both good and bad ways. Although there's a huge age difference between my brothers and I, I'm very close to both of them. I'm really looking forward to getting my license and being able to drive on my own. I took drivers ed over the summer and already have my permit, so if all goes well, I'll have my licence by the end of May. Most of my time would be spent driving to food places. I love food. I could live off of chicken salad and buttered toast. I also love movies. Some of my favorites include Hard Ball, Courageous, and the Blind Side.