Monthly Archives: May 2017

They sat lined up against the dark blue wall while the summer breeze made the curtains dance into the room. As I pulled out the whiteboard and every color marker imaginable, I lectured at them with pride and sincerity. Today … Continue reading →

“Hey Ben,” Walter called out from the house, “remember to chuck the soggy and moldy berries into the bucket to be thrown in the woods!” “Don’t worry, I know,” I said nonchalantly as I strolled to the freezer room. ‘Aaahhh … Continue reading →

“We spoke with the officer and confirmed the incident..” by that point I was back to staring at the sterile white of the wall in front of me. I don’t know if I’m blinking; I don’t know if I’m even … Continue reading →

Imagine cheating on your significant other, having a child from that affair, and then proceeding to raise the child alone all while being shunned from the town and its people as a sinner. In the novel The Scarlet Letter, the … Continue reading →

To many people, Stephen Crane is considered the father of American realism. American realism is a form of art, music and literature which depicts the daily lives of ordinary people. This claim reigns true in the novella Maggie: Girl of … Continue reading →

It irritates me so much when I cannot answer a question. I recall when I was a seventh grader and we were given a quiz about Geometry. I solved all the questions except the last one, and I stayed at … Continue reading →

Throughout the course of a novel, the structure of the environment plays a role in the development of key characters. In both Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, by Stephen Crane, and Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter, the development of the … Continue reading →

Like the trickle of the brook along the serene and silky stones, the skies tears kerplunked in the puddles around me. I wore my favorite tights, sheer with polka dots, and my paisley purple puddle boots. The world around me, … Continue reading →

          I love to feel my heartbeat. I’ve noticed that in certain times when I am doing something that I love and things that I am passionate about, my heart pounds slow and steady, pushing harder … Continue reading →

“But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?” – Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. In the novel The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Pearl, … Continue reading →