6 six word stories

Breaking news: We are still unbroken

Breathing in poison, breathing out antidote 

Escaping to worlds on written pages

Waiting for the extraterrestrials to arrive

The jigsaw puzzle that came together 

It all started with a look 

John Proctor Hero or Stooge??

     
    
      John Proctor is a very interesting character to define. He can be viewed as either a stooge or a hero. On the one hand, he made the choice to have an affair with Abigail, which helped put this entire event into motion. On the other hand, he did sacrifice himself, which I think of as a heroic act. Originally he was going to confess (lie) and claim he saw the devil, but when they told him to sign a paper that states all of these things are true so they can show the entire town, he decides to rip the paper instead. Of course this leads to his ultimate death. Had he just signed the paper everything would be good and dandy right? Well, I don't necessarily think this is true. Throughout the play, there have been lies on top of lies and John and several other people just wanted the truth. If he signed that paper, it would be just another lie to add into the mix and not solve anything. For him to refuse to sign that paper and to deny that he or anyone else was a witch, was his way of showing the light. In the beginning of the play John was the one lying about his affair and having a hand in the cause of all this mess, but in the end he ends up confessing everything to everyone and tried to show the truth to the town of Salem in his death. He died for the truth which I find heroic. However, in the end did his death really solve anything? Did anything really change for the better or for the worse? I cannot really say exactly, but it is a good example of standing for what you believe in and ironically for John in the end it was the truth. So I guess I must say he was a hero.

There Goes the Neighborhood....

 It was supposed to be another ordinary day, not a day that would change life as we knew it. They came in a giant canoe they called a "ship" and we rushed to where they landed, but stayed hidden in the trees. They didn't look like us. They were very white and had strange features I've never seen before. Some had hair the color of the sun and some had eyes the color of the sky. The small group of us that observed them from afar, finally retreated to our tribe to report what we had seen. The chief decided that the next day we would try trading with them or at least try to communicate with them to see why they were here and we all agreed. 

   The next day, we approached the small settlement of the strange visitors. They spoke in a language we didn't understand, but they offered to trade these strange but very interesting objects with us. It seemed that they weren't harmful and we started to communicate through movements with our hands. That one day turned into weeks, and soon enough they started to teach us their language and that was the new form of communication. Their small settlement grew larger and they slowly started occupying more space. Then, there was less trading and a lot more taking from us. 

  They started taking away our culture and our gods and told us all about how we must all believe in a man called "Jesus" and how there was only one god. They told us to wear more clothes and to act more like them, instead of like us. They started taking away our lands, chopping down more trees and making more and more settlements for themselves. They didn't listen to us when we told them that it was enough, and that this was our territory and homes they were taking. They just took and took, and eventually it wasn't our land nor our culture, it was our lives. 

  Something started to happen to our bodies. We were coughing and bleeding and dying by the minute. We didn't know why, they didn't know why, and if they did they were no longer willing to help us. We were being kicked out of our own land, and too weak to take it back. This was officially our end.

ME

Who am I?

My name is Isabella Pena, I am fourteen years old going on fifteen. I am part Puerto Rican and part Mexican. The two things I love the most, otherwise my friends and family, are books and chocolate. Oh how I love books! I love getting lost in the different worlds that so many books provide. My tastes in books range from aliens taking over to an alternate world full of winged creatures and evil kings. Then It's back to the heart wrenching sob fest that is the Fault in Our Stars. As for my other love which is chocolate... Well, I am pretty sure I'm a certified chocoholic. Everything of chocolate is accepted by me, dark, milk, any kind. Music is another love of mine, for me, music tell stories of their own through instruments and beats. Singer's voices are so unique, there are so many types of styles and voices out there that I love to explore. Speaking about exploring, one day I would like to travel all over the world. There are just so many countries in the world, all so different from each other, in language, in culture, and in people, and I want to experience all of it. In a perfect world the dream for me will be to live in a giant library filled with chocolate, and to have my own private jet to travel anywhere I want to go, with a giant stereo blasting all of my favorite songs! Oh, and let me not forget I also want my own private movie theatre so I can watch all the movies I want! So, that's me in a nutshell, just a little insight on what is going on in my mind.


Bella