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Monologue The Crucible

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The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.

The milky, white curtain of the morning’s mist was still lingered in the air, writhing and coiling around the moss covered bark of the oaks. Tendrils of the breath of the forest intermingled with the phantoms wisps of smoke floated up from our crackling fire as if the spirits of the dead Putnam children had really come to visit us, beckoned by the call of Tituba’s …show more content…

As the we danced, the flickering flames, that spurted out from underneath the greasy, rust encrusted pot, seemed to pace itself to Tituba’s bewitching melodies. Our flowing heads of hair connected into a untamed sea, as we twirled and leapt, slowly giving un any inhibition that we had; only Betty, who still timidly swayed with us, looked a little startled at the whole scene. Poor girl. If only she could understand how empowering the dance felt if she would give up the walls her greedy selfish father had put up to protect his own reputation. It felt as if we had breathed in tongues of flame from our campfire and it was giving us the permission to let go of every emotion Salem had told us to suppress, releasing it all at once in an inferno of hot, frantic

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