The following stories are inspired by The Crucible by Arthur Miller. *** JOHN PROCTOR by Serene Appiah Hello there, I am John Proctor. I’m a farmer and a landowner in Massachusetts Bay Colony. I’m married to Elizabeth Proctor, and I…
FAN FICTION: ROMEO AND JULIET
The following pieces were inspired by William Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet JULIET by Charles Barnes Hello, my name is Juliet and I’m here to tell you the story of how I ruled Verona and defeated the king. The year was…
FAN FICTION: ANTHEM
The following stories were inspired by Ayn Rand’s Anthem. THE FOREST by Dylan Ferrel We have heard news of some citizens of this city wanting to leave and explore the Uncharted Forest and other places outside of our city. This…
AUTUMN DREAMS
by Sharon Ramos Fall is not their favorite season. They much preferred the bubblegum lemonade colors of late spring/early summer that just pop. That doesn’t make it all bad. The caramel colors of everything: from leaf piles to pumpkin…
THE WITCH
by Emily Gonzalez A young girl was sitting by the fire on the couch on a cold fall day. She picked up a book and started to read. The wind was whistling loudly outside. She couldn’t concentrate, so she…
THE GIFT OF FORGIVENESS
by Nashaly Espinal The front door loudly slammed shut which startled Jaycee at first, but; after being reminded of her mother’s betrayal, her facial expression quickly changed back to anger. Jaycee stomped to the bus stop, crushing all the…
NEARLY DONE WITH THE WORST OF THINGS
By Louis Meagher-DiEllo It had been months since she had last seen this many people in the town. Sure it was spring and the vaccines were in full production, and on top of all of that, this was the start…
WARM CONTENT
by Louis Meagher-Diello A thin glaze seemed to cover his eyes. He had been sitting there for nearly five hours trying various obscure shows on Netflix. She looked back down to her laptop to see the algebra Edulastic that she…
WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER
by Mirly Alvarenga She stared blankly at her laptop, trying to remember what exactly the teacher had said. The house was uncomfortably silent, as it had been for the past year. She wasn’t exactly alone, as her seven-year-old brother was…
MANCO: Adapted from an Incan folktale
by Bryana Melgar I watched as my father looked down from the heavens, observing the people down below. He watched them live like wild animals, wearing no clothes and eating things like grass, wild berries, the root of plants, and…