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[Popple]

I wrote this for a school project concering the book The Crucible, a fictional retelling of the Salem Witch Trials. I choose to rewrite one of the scene's from the play, the scene being where we are first introduced to Elizabeth Proctor in the second act of that play. I chose to rewrite the scene as if it was during the McCarthy hearings, the event that caused Arthur Miller to write The Crucible as the parallels between the two events are uncanny.

ALSO I HAVEN'T REALLY DONE ANYTHING NEW IN AWHILE BECAUSE I'M LAZY AND PLAYING YAKUZA 2 SO ENJOY THIS DAMMIT

Also I didn't edit it so I am totally going to get an A+

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The Crucible: 1950

The apartment door slammed open a as a used man entered the small three room abode. He quickly ushered himself towards one of the two chairs at the small wooden table in front of him, his wife Elizabeth adjacent to him, busy preparing the leavings of that night’s meal . She turned towards her husband, but did not more than glance at him for a few seconds to register that this was indeed the man that she had married. John felt a sense of longing, and unease. There was not one speck of compassion in his wife’s eyes.
“I spoke with Abigail today.” John’s words immediately grabbed his wife’s attention. “All those that have been accused of being communist conspirators, it was nothing more than a lie to save her own hide,” John looked up towards the ceiling, rubbing his weary eyes. “It wouldn’t be the first time you two conspired together,” Elizabeth did not even glance at John as the words let slip from her mouth. “Woman! Are you accusing me of condemning our friends and neighbors as spies!?” John slammed his fist into the hard grain of the table. Elizabeth was finally intently focused on her husband; the two looked in an unwavering stare. “Did you two meet alone?” Elizabeth said, not even faltering for a second whilst declaring her inquiry.
John simply sat with his mouth agape for several long seconds. He had an answer, but he knew it would merely worsen the situation. Regardless, he answered, “Yes.” Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, attempting to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes. John saw the sense of doubt in his wife’s eyes and immediately replied “You still mistrust me!? I have been loyal to you; I have done all I can to support this family! I have lost my job time and again, yet I do not give up! I work a twelve hour day at the factory and still you mistrust me! What must I do!?” Elizabeth cast back her head, shielding her face from John with both of her hands. “You were the one that betrayed me John, not the other way around! You left me in that hospital bed to die, and even now you ask why I mistrust you!?”
John could do not but hold his head up with the palms of his hands, his elbows now resting on the table. “The doctors said there was no hope for you Elizabeth, that there was little to know chance you would survive.” He focused on the table intensely, as though it held the answers to all of his troubles. “Would you not want me to keep living? To keep loving life?” He still refused to arrest his gaze from the wooden furnishing. “Do you know what it is like to come to your partner’s bed side with a reassuring face after just picking out their casket? Do you know what it is like to look someone in the eyes and know only death? We mourned for you, and how we did mourn!” He looked towards Elizabeth once more. “I will not have your mistrust any longer. I have paid for my sins with the well being of my family, the comfort of a substantial living.” Elizabeth took up the other chair; she could no longer stand under the stress. “I did cheat on you, and it cost me my job, my career. I have done all I can to regain your trust. I have not once asked for your forgiveness, god knows I could never ask for that, but your trust Elizabeth! That is all I ask for!” John now stared into his wife’s eyes. Both of them sat there for what seemed like hours, doing nothing but staring into the other’s tear ridden face. Then, there was a monstrous knock on the door. “Open up! This is the police! If you do not open the door, we will be forced to break in! Open up!”