Author Archives: 18brouwerre

Rachel is a junior at Hebron Academy who loves her C period Honors American Literature Class! She enjoys writing creatively, specifically personal narrative stories. She has always been very bad at writing as far as grammar but shares her personality … Continue reading →

In the novel Maggie: Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane, Maggie is the tragic hero. The novel follows her epic downfall as she struggles with her self-reliance. At the end of the novel, the reader can observe the theme … Continue reading →

Relationships are a fundamental part of life for many people. We characterize ourselves by the relationships with we have with others. We are mothers, brothers, husbands, friends, and co-workers. However, are relationships really the one thing in life that define … Continue reading →

When I think about a time I caused harm to someone I love I think of my mom. She lives an hour away from my dad’s and my school, and when my parents got divorced they agreed to have us … Continue reading →

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne offers a look into the life of Hester Prynne, a young woman who committed adultery and conceived a child in the act. Her daughter named Pearl, is an unusual and lively child, but the … Continue reading →

This is an interesting question to answer. Books like, The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne and The Crucible by Arthur Miller give readers a detailed and honest look into what life was like in Puritan America. The Scarlet Letter touches … Continue reading →

“You can’t always get what you want” is a sentence that many parents tell their children. Parents want their children to know that life isn’t always easy, and that they shouldn’t demand the things that they want. Parents want their … Continue reading →

I carry many things. I carry my favorite hairbrush. I carry tomorrow’s outfit. I carry my pink portable hair dryer. I carry the stress relief body lotion that smells like lavender, because the one at my dad’s house doesn’t make … Continue reading →

His mangled body laid there on the shattered windshield. I should have run to someone or called someone, but all I could do was watch the pools of blood gathering on the hot dark pavement. I watched the warm red … Continue reading →

The past few days had been a whirlwind to say the least. My memory has always had a way of blocking out the bad parts, but there was no way to ignore the brown stained boxes piling higher and higher, … Continue reading →