Literature

Elena hurried toward Robert E. Lee, feeling as if she’d been away from it for years. Last night seemed like something from her distant childhood, barely remembered. But she knew…

As soon as he left Elena at her house, Stefan went to the woods.He took Old Creek Road, driving under the sullen clouds-through which no patch of sky could be…

Elena felt her flesh creep at the words.”You don’t mean that,” she said shakily. She remembered what she had seen on the roof, the blood smeared on Stefan’s lips, and…

Elena stood within the circle of adults and police, waiting for a chance to escape. She knew that Matt had warned Stefan in time-his face told her that-but he hadn’t…

Elena revolved slowly before the full-length mirror in Aunt Judith’s bedroom. Margaret sat at the foot of the big four-poster bed, her blue eyes large and solemn with admiration.”I wish…

Elena stumbled down the dim corridor, trying to visualize what was around her. Then the world suddenly flickered to brightness and she found herself surrounded by familiar rows of lockers….

October 7, about 8:00 a.m.Dear Diary, I’m writing this during trig class, and I just hope Ms. Halpern doesn’t see me. I didn’t have time to write last night, even…

She was not the reincarnation of Katherine.Driving back to the boarding house in the faint lavender hush before dawn, Stefan thought about that. He’d said as much to her, and…

Elena had gone into the bathroom dazed and numbly grateful. She came out angry.She wasn’t quite sure how the transformation had taken place. But sometime while she was washing the…

Bonnie was on the dance floor, eyes shut, letting the music flow through her. When she opened her eyes for an instant, Meredith was beckoning from the sidelines. Bonnie thrust…

Abstract This essay tackles the main positions of the secularisation debate. To begin with, this essay examines the ‘bottom up/demand-side’ theory of secularisation, which postulates that as societies go through…

September 26 Dear Diary, I’m sorry it’s been so long, and I can’t really explain why I haven’t written-except that there are so many things I feel frightened to talk…

The full moon was directly overhead when Stefan came back to the boarding house. He was giddy, almost reeling, both from fatigue and from the glut of blood he’d taken….

By the time Elena reached her locker, the numbness was wearing off and the lump in her throat was trying to dissolve into tears. But she wouldn’t cry at school,…

The first light of dawn was streaking the night sky with pink and palest green. Stefan watched it from the window of his room in the boarding house. He had…

Abstract Restorative justice describes various processes designed to correct the harm that the criminal inflicts on it’s victims and communities (Braithwaite,1999). It requires all parties; victims, offenders and communities, to…

Elena was surrounded the instant she stepped into the high school parking lot. Everyone was there, the whole crowd she hadn’t seen since late June, plus four or five hangers-on…

“Are you having a good time?” Elena asked. I am now . Stefan didn’t say it, but Elena knew it was what he was thinking. She could see it in…

“Sheba,” she said, her dark eyes widening. “Sheba… Smith.” “Well, would you like to dance then, Sheba Smith? If you feel well enough.” “Yes,” she breathed, half to herself. “Yes,…

“Thanks, Sheeb. Back at you.” Jezebel winked once, and then smiled wider until the black of her teeth seemed to envelop her entire face. She evaporated into the night. Sheba…