Creeping and crawling throughout the creaking house.
The spider stares silently, hidden by the shadows of the night.
It crawls to the corner to spin a web so fine.
The light of the moon shimmers off of the milk white silk.
Creak, Creak.
As the large, brown shoe steps closer, the spider is still.
It is coming closer. The spider scurries across the floor.
It takes a deep breath, and and can’t close its eyes, hypnotized by the sight.
Squish.
Dear Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale,
I address you with your first name because I believe that now that I know your secret, you deserve nothing more. How I would rather just call you Arthur. I am sure that now that I know your secret, you would rather me call you Father, but you see, I am not ready for that. Yes, I comprehend that you are indeed my father, but you may never be Father. Father is what you call the man who helps your mother raise you and to take care of you. Father is not what you call the man who runs and hides from his secret family, letting no one know the truth of your life. I can not understand why you shall kiss me while alone in the forest yet do not acknowledge me in the marketplace. It is quite complicated, our realtionship, and I find it upsetting that I must hide the identity of my true father from the world. Dear Arthur, why must you torture yourself so? Why must you torture my beloved mother with these secrets? Can you not see how she loves you? Why must we continue to hide? Let’s go away, just you, me, and mother, where we no longer hide but walk hand in hand throughout the marketplace, showing everyone that we are a family. Whether you choose to accept it or not, we are a family, bound by blood and by love. We can not keep it a secret forever. Think about that, I pray you, as it is true. Attempting to hide a secret as complicated as this can only end in catastrophe and tears. Think of me. Think of my mother. We can not go on living in these lies. It is time that the truth is known. It is time for you to prove your love for us, for in the end, we are all you have. So be wise, Arthur, and don’t lose us, for we are your only family. You can rely on no one else in this town. So I suggest, good sir that you are wise in your decision, for it will affect you for the rest of your life.
Sincerely,
Pearl Prynne
Hester
Brave, Bold, Proud, Beautiful
Mother of Pearl Prynne.
Lover of Pearl, embroidery, and Reverend Dimmesdale.
Who feels ashamed of her sin, humble of her A, and hatred towards Roger Chillingworth.
Who needs her daughter’s love, Reverend Dimmesdale’s forgiveness, and a chance to start over in a new town with her family.
Who gives respect to those who deserve it, attention and love to her daughter, and encouraging words along with her heart to Reverend Dimmisdale.
Who fears her daughter being taken away, Reverend Dimmesdale will not forgive her, and her daughter is may not be human.
Who would like to see her, Pearl, and Rev. Dimmesdale as a family.
Resident of Boston, Massachusettes
Prynne
When I was young, I had a German Shepard. My Grandfather and I liked to take her for long walks around the block. I used to feel so proud when I was allowed ot hold her leash on my own.
When I was young, my mom worked at a nursing home. I remember going to work with her. I would set at her desk and work on puzzles, or go upstairs to watch tv. I really loved going to the kitchen and having a snck. The cooks were all very nice.
When I was young, I had a bike. It was my first bike without training wheels. I loved that bike. I loved to ride it to school, or to ride with my brother or my friends. It was pink and purple, with a white basket and pink streamers. I loved that bike.
When I was young, I remember playing baseball and kickball with my brothers and neighborhood kids. I loved when we had a big game going, and they would let me play, too. I remember running as fast as I could. I remember when I first hit a homerun in baseball. It was a proud moment.
