6 six-word stories

-He went to the funeral alone.



-But it was already too late.



-Her smile disappeared slowly over time.



-His story ended much too quickly.



-A loud scream, a fallen body.



-And in that moment, everything changed.

John Proctor: Hero or Stooge?

My first impression of John Proctor in the beginning of the Crucible was not a good one. I would have definitely called him a "stooge." I guess I'll start with the most obvious reason why, he committed adultery. What makes it even worse is that it was with a young girl, Abigail. There is so many things wrong with this. Elizabeth had trusted him and remained faithful to him, while we was having an affair with Abigail. Then, in Act II, it really bothered me the way he treated Elizabeth. There was the part when he told her the rabbit was good after he seasoned it himself, which may not seem like a big deal, but he could've given her constructive criticism and could've been honest. Also, he kept calling Elizabeth cold and said she judges him too much, but as she said, "The magistrate sits in your heart that judges you." Basically, he felt horrible and guilty about what he did to her, yet he was taking it out on her. Not only that, but he originally did not tell her that he had been alone with Abigail earlier, which is something very important to say. It just made her more angry and suspicious that he didn't tell her.
But, John Proctor was definitely not a static character. Towards the end of Act II when Elizabeth is being arrested, you see the nicer, more caring side of Proctor. As she is being taken away, he promises to help her and that he will get her out of jail. You can tell how much he cares about her and doesn't want her to be taken away. In Act III in the courthouse, he confesses to the affair. I feel like he was finally taking responsibility and owning up to his mistake. He confessed even though it would ruin his reputation forever. One of the main reasons that I think Proctor is a "hero" at the end is that he could have easily accused someone else and save himself, but he decided to not accuse anyone and accept the fact that he will be hung. 
I believe that John Proctor was both a stooge and a hero. He was a dynamic character who changed throughout the story.

There Goes the Neighborhood

It seemed like it was just a normal day, but little did I know that that day would be the start of a horrifying few weeks.
I was helping my mother pick berries as I always did, while my dad and brothers went out to hunt. As I picked a berry from the top of a bush, I saw something in the corner of my eye. There was something in the water, and it was headed right for us.I alerted my mother and we gathered whoever we could to go see what was happening. We could see what looked like a very large ship coming towards us. As it got closer and closer, I was able to see just how gigantic and intimidating it really was. The ship finally approached and out of it came around forty god-like men. They were dressed in the finest clothes I've ever seen. The amount they probably spent on that outfit was unfathomable to me. 
They came to us, asking us tons of questions. I guess they had never encountered people like us before. We told them about us, and about our culture. We all welcomed them warmly, but deep down, I didn't have a good feeling about these strange people who just showed up out of nowhere. 
For the first few days they stayed with us, they seemed like genuinely nice people. They even gave us little gifts. They would also trade us for our items. We taught them our way of living. We taught them how to plant and hunt. Everything seemed to be going great but that bad feeling stayed.
One night, I awoke to the sound of screaming and things being thrown around. As I looked to the source of the noises, I saw the god-like men go to each house, drag the people out, beat them, and then viciously rummage through their house, taking anything valuable. The men violently dragged the people onto the ships. I could see them getting closer to mine and my families house. I had never been more scared in my life. 
As they dragged me, my parents, and my brothers onto their ship, I wondered if we would make it out alive. I also wondered how these seemingly nice people could take advantage of our kindness and hospitality. There went my entire neighborhood, on the ship, to a place we didn't know.

Me

Hello! My name is Sylvia Las. I'm currently a sophomore. I am the youngest out of my seven siblings. I am also Polish. My whole family was born in Poland, except for me. I was born right here in Chicago. To everyone, I'm a very happy person. I have a bad habit of always giggling nonstop, especially at the most inappropriate times. I also have a habit of saying the lamest jokes. But, I'm also very shy. I am a pretty quiet person especially in school. I get really nervous talking to others, so I tend to keep to my self and not raise my hand. Anyone who knows me knows that music is something that's very important to me. Every chance I get, I put in headphones and listen to music. My favorites bands are Pierce the Veil, Falling in Reverse, For All Those Sleeping, and The Beatles. One interesting fact about myself is that I can hula hoop very well. It's a pretty strange talent. I once hula hooped for two hours straight! One of my passions is science. It's fascinating how science can answer so many questions from how our universe was made to what makes up the things in our universe. I hope to have a career in the field of science when I am older. My dream is to also win a Nobel Prize.