I was unsatisfied with the Crucible stories I found so I decided to write my own... It may not be perfect but I figured I'd put it up anyway.
I'll just post a bit at a time... So this is JUST the beginning.
All quotes, locations, characters, scenes are Copyright to Arthur Miller's Crucible.
My only thing is Bridget from Ipswich.
The town had scorched her name ever since she stumbled acrossed it... It was quite odd for a young girl of eighteen years to be on her own, without husband or family. They glared at her and ogled their welcomes.
'...Well, that's comforting.' She mumbled as she hopped off the carriage that brought her here... To Massachusetts. Salem, Massachusetts to be exact.
Looking around idly she proceeded to the courthouse. Her Uncle should be there.
With a loud THUD her bags settled on the open doorway. With a startled spin the officials turned sharply to her. With hard glares they stared. For moments she just stood awkwardly and fumbled with the hem of her dress.
"Ahhh..." Came a smooth sound. "My darling, Bridget. How was your journey?" The slimy sound of Uncle Danforth crawled into her ears and sent chills down her back and he rested his arm around his shoulders
"Fine, Uncle." Bridget sarcastically groaned as she blew a piece of stray hair from her face that fell from her physical exertion.
Her Uncle had a fierce grip on her forearm as he dragged her towards the front of the room. "This is my beautiful niece, Bridget..." He waited for their reaction and was stifled. "From Ipswich..." he added with a smirk.
A gaggle of 'oo's' and a queer type of interest formed on their faces.
Ipswich was a gay place. Full of shops and people. Quite a large town to be called a 'village'. Ipswich was the center for culture, diversity and arts. It was definately highly looked upon in such little towns as Salem.
Story title from Pg 39 Line 14.
Still in progress!! Will update soon!