Stories tagged “Shakespeare”
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Puck, the Gamer
Puck012 ran across Coldvalley Ridge, a level 99 dirk in his hand. “Wha?” a nearby dwarf asks, a confused look in his face. “Level 99? I thought they went up to level 80!” Puck grinned and vanished. The dwarf whispered to himself...
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MacFicly (Challenge)
Macbeth had just come home from a hard day’s night, and he was happy. According to the Weird Sisters, he would be made king. He could dig that. The missis, however, was impatient. So, they had everyone over for a little get together, and Macbeth ...
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The Revenger's Inaction
I wait and measure while salt water flows, Scouring palatial walls and hallways clean, My phantasmal father, his ear blocked up, Does not hear me as I scream out ‘perhaps’. See the clouds above take on shapes to fear: A young mermaid hoist ...
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Eloise and Juliet
For they did teach the sun to shine bright, And ev’ry rose to smell sweet, Caused men to lose themselves in violent acts, And the furious world at large to weep. What misery, the weary pilgrim’s lot! The lips consume what her lips have forg...
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Examples from Literature
With a slight touch of grim satisfaction, I surveyed the poor, writhing creature bound before me. “What do you want from me?” he demanded weakly, edging into the back of his folding chair. “A little reimbusement of sorts,” I rep...
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To Be
Hamlet: Man, I’m sad my pops died. King Dad Ghost: Son, my asshole brother killed me. Halmet: Mother fucker. Hey, Unc, is this shit fo’ real? New King Uncle: Now Halmet…. Halmet: Should’ve said “no” you guilty bitch....
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True Love
This is the product of a class of AP students let loose to write their own poem. It all fits to form and is correct in theory, but in practical application it is very, very screwed up. A cold inferno chilled my lonely heart A day in which my stomach gr...
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The Taming of The Shr-it
I met Mr. Lahey today. Sort of. Familiar with Trailer Park Boys? No? Wikipedia should help. Or, if you’re brave, Youtube. Our story begins when the dastardly Mr. Lahey, the Trailer Park Supervisor and boozehound, and Randy, his boyfriend, made an...
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The Moon and Romeo
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the mischievous moon, Who has me soon sick and pale with want, That thou her maid art before me as sweet: Be not my meat, since I am ra...
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Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our poor brothers have become husks Giv’n fates much worse than death. Burn, burn, brief candle! For these are walk...
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Tango's Pizza
“So that’s one extra large cheese pizza, hold the cheese, with extra bicycles? Would you like to try any of our extras? We’re having a sale on the tub of lard and broken glass, a half pound is just $3.95 extra… Alright, thatR...
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The Weather Woman
All ye viewers, with eager ears, attain! Hark but a moment, and hear my name For though a name is trivial and lame, Reputations precede, thus giving thou An inkling, a featherful white pillow On which to rest thine head, a comfort gained. Joan Key, fam...
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The Big Moment
The butterflies in his stomach were flapping their wings wildly. This was the final night of the show, and the theater was packed. It was almost time for his moment. He stepped out and started into the biggest part of the play, his soliloquy: “To...
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Hit My Mark
Shakespeare in the park can be brutal. I have appeared in King Lear with tornado sirens blaring and The Tempest in a cold snap wearing only tights and a smile. I have been bitten by mosquitoes during twelve Twelfth Nights and endured wandering alcoholi...
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MacBeth the Party Animal
She should have stayed hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. Last weekend and last weekend and last weekend Is in this petty pace but dimmed accounts To the last picture posted to Facebook; And all our party drugs have lighted fools ...
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How Macbeth would cope in the year 5079
Macbeth looked down upon the barren wasteland. This was once the proud castle of Dunsinane in Glamis. But now, it is a ruined fort. He turned back and mounted his horse beside Banquo, and they rode on down the path. Out of nowhere, three hag-mutants ju...
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Thou Shalt not Touch
“Tempt thyself not, boy, o’ that which one doth not dwell upon. O’er these limits lie time-guarded treasures only a dull fool shall seek, but no lad shall ne’er find. If thou cross’t this rope’d gate, thou shalt find...
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IBard, [Shakespeare In Code]
Dim ToBe as Boolean = Question If (IBe = ToBe) Then Life.run if (SeaOfTroubles> OutragFortune, Nobler = _ SeaOfTroubles, Nobler = OutragFortune) ToDie = ToSleep End If Dim Life as Object = HeartAche + (1000 * NaturalShocks) Life.Inherits(Pain) Run ...
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The Merchant of Venice -- Act IV. Scene III.
Shylock’s House. [Enter SHYLOCK and NERISSA.] Ner. A Christian now, so Christian deed perform. Here is the deed of gift the court bids thee sign. Pray do so, and quickly. Dwell not on thy ruin’d state, But sign, and give me leave to go from...
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Imagined Memories
The door was open. The sign suggested that it shouldn’t have been, but it was. I always found flights of stairs intriguing and adventurous. I know they say curiosity kills the cat, but I think the cat should be fine as long as it knows karate. Th...
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BAD Poetry (for D.E. Dewitt's cool challenge)
Oh rosy Rosalind I’ve been pinned By a gentle breeze That carries My whine with its wind I am Vacant— A vagrant Spitting phlegm Needing some semblance Of acceptance— please embrace me again Kindly co-sign On love’s dotted lin...
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Hamlet?
“To be or not to be!? That’s the question!? Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer . . . wait . . . slings and arrows? Bare Bodkin? Sleep of Death? And what the hell is a contumely? Oh Jesus, did I really say that shit”? “Yeah...
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Why Should I Play The Roman Fool?
I counted three and a half breaths. “Let’s go team.” Ghost splintered the door. We burst in, sweeping through the room like the frigid winter wind. Two guards, seven monitors and a cup of coffee went down. “Room clear.” I paused. For a mi...
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Hamlet
To be, or not to be, the prince proposed To no-one, or the universe at large. But still, the cosmos seemed quite ill-disposed To answer that great question and take charge, Lifting the burden from his anguished frame To give this troubled mind some sma...
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Chrysanthe -- Act V, Scene 4 (Wm. Shakespeare)
Chrysanthe’s house [HYAKINTHOS reclines, reading. Enter KLEITOS.] KLE: You, you, sirrah, where’s my daughter? HYA: Within her chambers rests my wife, consum’d of an ague. The doctor attends her. KLE: Alas! A fortnight passed since ill she...