Folger Shakespeare Library Romeo And Juliet Novels & Stories

"You left this at my house the other day; thought I'd give it back since you need it for our project." Oh right, the project for English class. They were assigned to organise and perform one of Shakespeare's greatest plays, 'Romeo and Juliet.' A true tragedy, not because the two families hate for one another was more potent than the love for their children, who stood in their way of being together, but the lovers who were stupid enough to kill themselves because they couldn't bear to live without the other. She was more than capable of living without Michael, something Harlow couldn't do, but the question wasn't if she could but rather did she want to? It was simply a matter of choice.

“Please, Alessandra. You need to promise that you will do this last favor for me before you leave.” He placed the belt on my study table and started getting rid of his t-shirt. Just then the door to my room opened and thankfully Drama Juliet entered. “What the hell!” She ran her gaze on my shocked face and then she noticed Romeo’s t-shirt and belt lying on the study table. “Romeo! What are you exactly doing here? You came here to talk!” She picked up his t-shirt and threw it on his face which he clearly did not like, “You said that you needed a favor from her. You need her to promise you something. Right?”

Sue Jordan. 'Damn that woman!' Romeo in my heart. "Belonging to the disturbed woman," replied Romeo.

He came back a minute later with two textbooks. “So,” he said, settling down next to me, leaving a careful, deliberate amount of space between us, “should we get started?” I nodded, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach. We opened our textbooks, and the weight of Romeo and Juliet rested on my lap like a sentence. For the first hour, we grudgingly tackled the Shakespeare assignment. I had braced myself for a complete disaster, but to my surprise, Jude actually seemed… knowledgeable. He dissected the play, analyzing the characters and themes with an insight I hadn't expected. It was annoying, really.

“Please enlighten us.” The entire class turned and looked in Scarlet’s direction, at Sage. She was relieved to realize he wasn’t calling on her. She couldn’t help turning just a bit, too, looking behind her, at Sage. Instead of looking at the teacher, oddly, Sage looked at her as he spoke. “Romeo and Juliet was based on a poem by Arthur Brooke: The Tragicall Historye of Romeus and Iuliet.” “Very good!” Mr. Sparrow said, sounding impressed. “And for extra points, might you know the year it was written?”

Plus, my old school had already covered this curriculum months ago. "Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage,

I was hugging them both while closing my eyes as I started whistling. I will forever love them. Even if I am to lose my power. Even if my knees gets old... Or my hair gets white... I don't care. My love for them will never fade. For as long as I live, for as long as I remember... I will forever love you, my dear Juliet. So don't leave me, never leave me alone in this hell. Because if you will... I will drag you back here again... and you will love me again and again.

She yelled, “Yes!” The girl took my hand and led me down the path to a deserted place. I deserted because there wasn’t any sign of life until I heard screams from a feminine source. I stopped and looked around, and after a couple of minutes, I pinned down the source of the commotion. ‘If you light a lamp for somebody, it will also brighten your path as well. After all, we rise by helping others. I think it's high time that I put this theory to the test.