Creative writing assessment

Nikki Cheng, y10 hope

Journal of Abigail Williams

3: 40pm:
I shall commit a sin for my lovely John tonight. We will follow Tituba into the forest to have some fun
together, as she had proposed to use some harmless voodoo and cast spells on the boys we adore to
get them to love us back. Of course, I will not require such spell, as I know my adore already love me
back, what I truly need is that wench that stayed by his side to get out of my way.
I do not understand how John could love such a wench like Elizabeth. She is average, plain, and sub-
par to me in every way, I am much more fair, and I can please John in more way than she can, this
wench must have mist my beloved eyes.
Oh, how I want to grasp her pale fragile neck and dig my fingernails into her throat, I want to feel her
pulse slowly cease to an end, I want to hear her gasp for her breath, eyes wide and struggling to
breathe. But if so, I will commit the sin of murder resulting in the blackening of my good name, so I
shall use Titubas voodoo to get rid of her.

10:20pm:
Never had I thought this will happen, but I am in big trouble. That half-witted uncle snuck up on us
and hid behind the trees as we danced in the woods, catching us in the middle of our fun, to make
matter worse, Betty decided to escape the blame by putting on an act, pretending she was ill and
unable to move an inch. It was truly disgustful to watch. Uncle was also a sight to see, he turned as
pale as that hag, his eyes-widen and filled with fear, and his hands uncontrollably shaking as he
stared at his dear daughter.
It would had been a great scenery to enjoy, if only I were not in trouble too. Sooner or later, I would
be accused for witchcraft and be condemned. I must think of a way to avoid this vexing situation.

11:00pm:
I found a way to avoid the troubles brewed. I will accuse Tituba for being in contact with the devil,
and plan with the other girls started to throw out corrupted woman names, allowing me to avoid
blackening my name. Since us girls were able to name those who were with the devil, we will then be
able to serve as testimony for the court.
This will me an immense amount of power. With this, I will be able to get my beloved back from that
wench, and claim the name of Abigail Proctor.
March 28th 1692

My plan is in motion. I saw their servant, Mary Warren, stitching a doll or that wench. I once
accused Elizabeth for being involved in witchcraft, but that fiend dare to defend her, ruining my
chances of being together with John. Fortunately, after watching that servant sew the doll and
stuck the needle in its abdomen, I realise I can stick a needle in the exact place as where the
needle is stuck on the doll, thus being able to incriminate Elizabeth.
The pain of the needle sticking in my abdomen was painful, but it was even more painful to know
that wench is sleeping on the same bed as my beloved, that wench even bed John enough times to
give him three children, three! Just what is so great about bedding her?
But that is all going to disappear into naught by tomorrow, my devised plan already started, that
wench will go to where she deserve now, and I will stand in my rightful place next to John.

June 19th 1692

It is all gone, everything is in ruins now. John and I are over. He refused to run away with me.
If only he had ran away with me, he wouldnt need to face execution, not only that, but he also
sacrificed his good name for that cold hearted wench!
Just a few weeks ago, he called me a whore in front of the whole court, announcing he committed
the sin of adultery, along with the blackening of my name. I love him, yet he betrayed me.
After all those days of longing, he still chase after Elizabeth, why am I not enough? I am better than
her in every single way, and yet he still chose her over me. What exactly does she have that I
dont? Though it doesnt matter, I can now only cherish the moments between John and I,
replaying the bittersweet memories that will follow me.

I cannot save John anymore, he refused to be saved, and so I could only save my own dignity by
stealing Uncles money to assist me in leaving Salem. The villagers of Salem condemn me for
accusing those who are innocent, I cannot stand to live in such a dreadful place where mere walking
will earn me those loathsome stares, so I shall leave by the morrow, and never return.
 Rationale:

For this creative writing piece, I had chose to write a journal as Abigail Williams.

I decided to write a journal out of all other text media because journals is a text type written
from a certain person point of view that explains the events of what happened to that person
over the course of a certain day. Journals are also personal than other medias, and includes a
range of thoughts and emotions of the character. I prefer this text type because I will need to
delve into the character and put myself in their shoes, explaining what they see and feel
from their point of view, sympathising with the character.

Writing in this text type allows me to expand my knowledge on The Crucible, a journal
requires me to understand how a certain character speak or the language they use along with
the emotions they possess. To achieve this, I will need to read and analyse how the character
speaks to emulate their speech, I will also need to study the events closely to see the
characters emotions and how they act when that particular event happen.

I chose to focus on Abigail Williams, I believe she is one of the more interesting characters
in The Crucible, I found her character intriguing, as she seem to only have two main
emotions; her love for John Proctor and hate for Elizabeth Proctor. She is also deem as the
main antagonist of this play, but I will like to explore more of her character and justify
whether she really is the antagonist or an innocent child who doesn't understand much.