Shakespeare Novels & Stories

“And what does that have to do with Shakespeare ?” “Don’t you know anything about Shakespeare ? It is where he was born”. “Me and School, you know, we are not really getting involved in each other's lives”. I shrug. “This is the kind of story you won’t see in the history books”. She wink at me. “You see that summer in 1604, when the sisters came to Stratford, Shakespeare had just returned from London to write a new play. He had lost his son some years earlier and his wife had pulled away from him in her sorrow. He was a very lonely man, the only thing he had was his plays. But that all changed the

Sierra flared in embarrassment and quickly looked away. “So, um, what’s it like being an actor?” she muttered. “It must be fun. You get to play new characters and live a bunch of different lives,” “Yeah, I guess you can say that,” he laughed. “Acting is just… life, you know? Even Shakespeare said it. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women are the players,” Sierra looked up instinctively. That was her favorite Shakespeare quote. It was surreal to hear it being recited by someone else.

She hit send, then pushed her cell deep into her pocket, hoping Maria would leave her alone. “Romeo and Juliet,” Mr. Sparrow began, “was not an original story. Shakespeare actually based it on an ancient tale. Like all of Shakespeare’s plays, he found his sources in history. He recycled old stories and adapted them into his own language, in his own time. We like to think that he’s the greatest original writer of all time—but in truth, it would be more accurate to call him the greatest adapter of all time. If here were alive and writing today, he would not win the award for best Original Screenplay—he would win for best Adapted S

"I shall try to remember everyone's names, but if I get stuck and forget yours please forgive me. Now, to turn our attention to the semester project... and to the man Callista is allergic to. If you need to go to the nurse, Callista, please do let me know." I felt my cheeks catch fire with embarrassment. "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 yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow." he quoted dramatically. "William Shakespeare wrote those words in his play entitled Macbeth. Your assignment is a long

Taking the book from Alma, she found a passage from William Shakespeare's Hamlet; "To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them." To be or not to be Queen, that is the question. She read the passage out loud to Alma, "To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—" She was cut off by the Prince who had entered the room and finished the passage for her,

He had enough money to last ten lifetimes. So why did he feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the unknown? His fists clenched. He had spent his life being the strongest, the deadliest. But this... this craving for something permanent? This desire for something deeper, something true? It terrified him. And Kane Shawn had never been afraid of anything.

Alessandro gritted out. "Better things? Like what?" Ian asked him; Alessandro looked at me and winked, causing me to blush. "I could also be doing better things, couldn't I, Isabella?" Ian teased, and Isabella let out a giggle, fiddling with her freshly manicured nails. A loud groan came from Ivan; he tilted his head up, then he soon realized where he was. "You fucking bitch you fucking drugged me" Ivan yelled "Stupid little whore!"

Marcus Vale. The name sat on the screen the way a corpse sits at a crossroads, refusing to move, refusing to be reasonable, refusing to be anything other than the exact thing I had spent nine years choosing not to think about. "Damien." I did not answer Nathan. I could not, for a second, get past the fact that a dead man's signature was on a document dated eleven days ago. "Damien. Who is that." "Marcus Vale." Nathan waited.

I smiled, gripping the handle of the knife in my hand. “ You were so special to him. Why?” I asked walking closer to him. “ I don’t know what you are talking about.” He stuttered as I kneeled down in front of him. “ See, I don’t believe you. Because before he took his last breath, he mentioned your real name.” I whispered “ Princess, what are you talking about??” Alex huffed. “ you are bluffing.” He said through staggered breathing as he trembled with fear

Grace spoke sardonically, making Keisha throw her a curious look. "I'm sorry, are we talking about the guy whom everyone loves to whisper about around here, but never mention his name? What is he, Voldemort?” Grace avoided her eye and proceeded to walk into the room. "No one is afraid to mention him. We just have no reason to because his business isn't ours to mind. Just as Mrs Patterson has already advised." "Whatever," Keisha said with a shake of her head. "I don't need to know about some family secrets that won't ever pay my bills. I just need to be done with this as fast as I can."