I wrote this for an English project and thought I'd share. We were supposed to write four short different-styled pieces from the point of view of a character- I chose Abigail, of course, since I have an affinity for the bad-ass characters =P

II. Narrative

I AM FIRE.

Everyone fears to see me come, and yet I spread through Salem on a fierce wind, devouring all who attempt to extinguish me.

I grow. I become more powerful. The headiness of my lies engulfs them all like a thick, black smoke. They gasp for air, hands clawing at doorways, searching for an escape.

But there is none. There is no God for these people but me.

Once I was a flame among many others- a tame, flickering candle, amusing to consider, but of not great consequence to the wider world. And how did I become this force to be reckoned with?

What happened is this:

A good, kind man named John Proctor decided one day that he would sit awhile and admire my simple beauty. He became. . .absorbed with me. And with one swift, fatal movement, he tipped the candle over, and it caught paper, which caught wood, and soon his whole house was alight with my glow.

This man played with fire, and now he will get burned.

You see here before you a girl, and she has changed. She had now such shrewdness. Such anger. And such envy of love.

And the power which she has discovered is enough to shake the ground beneath her feet.

So now I will take revenge and they will all of them feed the wildfire I have become.