Shakespeare Columbia Sc Novels & Stories

The hand in hers was soft, so soft she could barely feel it. She blinked and Clementine Hunter blinked and then Lawrence didnt feel any hand at all. When she looked down, her hand was empty. Shed become the girl shed been holding on to. Quickly, she grabbed the cloak and settled it over her shoulders. The only other person in the tiring-room was the man whod been whispering to Lucinda. Lawrence knew then that he was William Shakespeare. William Shakespeare. She knew him. They were, the three of them--Lucinda, Daniel, and Shakespeare--friends. There had been a summer afternoon when Noah had taken Clementine Hunter to visit Shakespeare at his home in Stratford. Toward sunset, theyd sat in th

William Shakespeare The Merchant of Venice, Act 4, Scene 1 PROLOGUE I open my eyes and am immediately assaulted by a rogue swarm of butterflies in my stomach. A lazy grin stretches across my face and I can’t help but let out a sigh of contentment. Despite the crazy circus in my belly, I have never been happier. The day I have been working towards all month has finally arrived; my wedding day.

Scarlet clapped above her, as did Caleb, Polly, Sam, Lily, and all her coven members. Slowly, Caitlin felt herself coming back into her world, to her reality. She reached up and clapped, letting the tears roll down her cheeks. Finally, after the actors had taken several bows, they parted ways for a long figure, who walked out onto the stage. Caitlin's heart stopped, as she realized who it was. It was Shakespeare. William Shakespeare was standing before her, just feet away, dressed in a traditional Elizabethan wardrobe. He bowed, and the applause deepened even further.

James was the first to speak. “Don’t tell me we’ve been assembled early to announce the taming of The Shrew,” James grinned stupidly as his eyes shifted from Jeremy to me. I rolled my eyes, but all attention was given to Jeremy’s vicious growl. I could see the Alphas visibly tense, slightly shifting in their seats. The power radiating off of Jeremy was…intoxicating. “DO NOT SPEAK ILL OF MY MATE,” Jeremy’s voice thundered across the room, a smirk slipping my face.

“They do it once a year.” “A show?” Scarlet asked, smiling. He could hear the excitement in her voice. Sage turned to her and smiled. “Your favorite play,” he said. “Romeo and Juliet. They’re performing it outdoors, just like they used to in Shakespeare’s time. They do it right at the edge of the Hudson River, with the sky and the mountains as their backdrop. It is the most powerful thing you’ve ever seen.”

She wasn’t used to receiving so many compliments, but she found that she liked them. “Would you like to check out an actual Shakespeare play in New York City two Fridays from now?” he asked. Her eyes grew wide. “I’ve never been to New York.” “And you haven’t seen Shakespeare in the theater. Isn’t it time all of that changed?” “What’s the play?” “Does it matter?” She grinned. “It might.” “It’s Much Ado About Nothing.” “It would be nice to watch a comedy.” “And we can eat at this restaurant I like to go to that overlooks the city. You can get fresh seafood there too.”