Fanfiction 2 goblin by Monique Quintana 12 Apr 2021 “ …if I met one in the forest, it would not kill me.” -- Villette, Charlotte Brontë I love him more than you, my green. You draw a map for…
Critical Analysis Before Jane, Heathcliff, and Agnes: An Introduction to the Brontës’ Worlds of Glass Town, Angria, and Gondal by Nicola Friar 1 Apr 20211 Apr 2021 Image source The Brontë sisters are three of the most successful and beloved authors of all time. Charlotte (1816-1855), Emily (1818-1848), and Anne (1820-1849) were born to Patrick and Maria…
Poetry 2 Poems by Amy LeBlanc 31 Mar 2021 Dear Emily we share fingersmixed with sourdoughfrom six years’ bloodin our glass house.the apiary is not far off,your matted handsand knotted furcan take us there:across the winds and through the moors.Emily,you…
Fanfiction Blue Fire by Morgan Dante 27 Mar 202127 Mar 2021 Image source: fanpop 12 December 1847 Reader, I killed him, but it wasn't what I had wanted, at least not at first. No, not even then. I must believe that.…
Poetry Where’s Forward? by Tucker Lieberman 22 Mar 2021 Image source: Simon & Schuster After the heroine of Charlotte Brontë’s novel Villette Lantern-lit names bobbing on the black river:The Ocean, The Phoenix, The Consort, The Dolphin.Here is the Vivid,…
Poetry… 2 Poems & 1 Photograph by Rebecca Batley 6 Mar 2021 Emily It was my bones you left behind. When you went, Pale and whitened against the green of our wallpaper.Like candles, without their smoky flicker of shadow, You made me weak, With a…
Visual Art 12 Photographs by Elle Danbury 11 Oct 202011 Oct 2020 Unwritten The Three Graces Returned Mighty Stranger Joyous Repose Hurry Home Egoless Passion Contemplating Proposals Companion Broken Hearts and Misty Mournings Morning Conversation Harvest Elle Danbury has had her photographs…
Critical Analysis A Birthday Between Friends: Ellen Nussey and Charlotte Brontë by Kimberly Eve 24 Sep 2020 Image source: annebronte.org “Friendship, however, is a plant which cannot be forced. True friendship is no gourd, springing in a night and withering in a day. When first I saw…