Shakespeare Fans Novels & Stories

With her, I could almost pretend I was home, surrounded by people who cared for me. “Ida, dear, what would you say if I read us something not from this country today? There’s a very well-liked writer named Shakespeare in one of the neighbouring countries. What do you say?” She looked at me quizzically. “Here’s one of his works I know you will like: A Lover’s Complaint.”

"What's Shakespeare?" There's a snicker from the back of the class. "That is enough, Jack," snaps Mr Kalkowski. "If Jennifer has not thus far been exposed to the works of Shakespeare, then it is our task to amend that. Shakespeare, Jennifer, is the playwright who scripted this work, one of the greatest playwrights the world has seen. Many would argue, the greatest. If you turn to page twenty-three, you will find our starting point. Jack, since you have so much to say, you may begin the reading." Jennifer turns to the page as Jack stands to the rear of the class. He's tall and bulkily built with sulky, sour features. He begins to read, speaking slowly and clumsily, stumbling over the words…

It was surreal to hear it being recited by someone else. “You read Shakespeare?” she asked. “Of course, it’s my line of work,” “What’s your favorite Shakespeare play?” “It’s probably a cliché, but it’s gotta be Hamlet,” “Why Hamlet?” “Because I relate to the character a lot,” Wow, Sierra thought silently. Compared to all the other guys at the party, Colton was the most interesting guy she knows. Not only that he was insanely beautiful to look at, but also he was… deep. “What about you? Are you a Shakespeare fan?” he asked.

“After that. Something about being diseased?” “He will hang upon him like a disease?” I furrowed my brow. “Are you saying Kam is hanging on me like a disease? Will I wish for the pestilence that runs presently mad?” Kimia giggled at how well I can quote that play. It is my favorite, and every author should have a favorite Shakespeare play. “Yes! Except I’m the one who wishes you’d caught the pestilence known as Nate instead of my brother if it means watching the two of you makeout all the fucking time!”

I could barely write my essays back in high school, what am I supposed to do now? “Do you always worry too much?” Came Damon’s voice as he turned completely to me “Lucky for you, your boyfriend is a close friend of Shakespeare and would waste no time in whipping something for our project”. I laughed at that “Shakespeare, really?” I asked with a slight tilt of my head so I could see all of his face. “Yeah, he’s a friend of a friend” he said with his face so stern that I could easily believe he was saying the truth.

The shippers were left behind, screaming in excitement at their perfect ship—Chelsea and Damian. The shippers exclaimed, "DamSea is real!" Chelsea's fans retorted by shouting, "No! It's fake!" "Chelsea waited outside for so long because of Damian. Didn't you see the way she looked at him? So passionate!" "Are you all blind? That's a look of disdain!" "Damian rushed after Chelsea once he realized she was leaving. So dramatic!" "He's being desperate!" Chelsea's fans finally knew why some of the fans were so cautious earlier and dared not say a word. They were definitely shippers. Shippers were the most fragile, pitiful, yet most hateful type of fans.

Kyle pushed and elbowed his way through the thick crowd inside Shakespeare's Globe theater. He had stood there for hours, on the outskirts, throughout the interminably long play, waiting for his chance. Romeo and Juliet. What terrible stuff. He had despised every word, stupid stuff of poetry, a waste of his precious time. The only parts he had liked were watching Romeo and Juliet die. He only wished they had died right away. Too bad he, Kyle, wasn’t a playwright, he thought—he could teach Shakespeare a thing or two.

Fiona snuggled into his warmth against the frigid breeze that came off the water. “An outdoor Shakespeare festival? Really? That sounds like fun.” “Yeah. From June through August, there’s this cool ensemble of actors that perform Macbeth and As You Like It on the lawn.” He gestured toward the sprawling space amidst the gardens of the estate and recalled the summer festival with glee. “I mean, I love Shakespeare, so I try to come every summer.” Turning to look right at her, he added, “Hey, if we’re still friends next summer, I’d

It started with: People say that you can't really understand Shakespeare until you've fallen in love. I thought I knew Shakespeare, I had read most of his plays and even performed in Romeo and Juliet. I basically thought I was a Shakespeare expert and I even had a printed cover of Hamlet printed on my folder. I was also addicted to Drama class. That's all I went to school for, that and Michelle Yam. She was easily the best actress in the school and just watching her in Drama class was enough to get me through the day.

"From Henry VI, I mean. I don't know anything about this movie other than the scenes I've been in so far, and I'm trying to figure out who's who." He shrugs. "Who knows? This isn't a retelling. It's just loosely based on Shakespeare. Audiences like things based on Shakespeare - it makes them feel smart. But I don't know why they didn't pick one of the more popular plays like Romeo and Juliet or Hamlet or something. At least people have heard of those." Well, I tried.