Shakespeare Reader Novels & Stories

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.

he called and then held the door open for us to walk in. Hannah pulled the note out again, giving it a brief skim. "I'll be in the back experiencing betrayal, death, heartbreak, and tragic love. All that is not mine to behold," Hannah breathed out heavily as she walked to the back of the library. She looked at all the titles above the shelves as she walked and then she stopped at the leisure reading section. English literature. "I don't think she meant Garret was in here." Hannah moved to the Shakespeare section and pulled out a book. "Romeo and Juliet." She flipped through the pages of the book and then slid the book back on the shelf when she found nothing. She looked again carefully and t

I smiled instead, and that again drew Miss Cahill's attention. I was smiling because I had so many wonderful memories running through my mind. Over the week and a half of the summer that I had been reading Hamlet for my junior English course, my mom, Leanne and Beth had all jumped in to teach me an appreciation of Shakespeare. We had taken turns reading the parts, and their enthusiasm was contagious. Even my father had joined in, and we had really gotten into playing the parts. Instead of the dry, boring read that I had expected, I had gotten an amazing experience shared with the people I love most. Miss Cahill's voice cut sharply through my reverie.

"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…

Fiona jutted her chin out to show him she meant business. Running his tongue over his lower lip, he forged his hand into his jean pockets and casually pulled out a key. Turning his back to her, he unlocked the cabinet and retrieved not one, but ten small books. Jack cleared his throat and spoke in a low tone laced with excitement as he laid them out for her to examine. “The Works of William Shakespeare, the Stratford-on-Avon edition from 1880. Ten volumes, bound in three-quarters morocco over marbled boards,

I asked while smiling politely at the boy. "Erm, I'm looking for some Shakespearean novels. Preferably the Merchant of Venice, Othello and Romeo and Juliet," he said as he blushed. He looked so cute while being red-faced. "Come this way", I gestured for him to follow me as I led him to the Shakespeare section. "Here", I pointed at the collection of books "You can find anything you want in this section. I'll be waiting where you met me. If you need anything, just come find me there and I'll answer your questions or guide you on anything you need," I said as I left him to continue looking through the books.

Mr Edwards orders the girl right in front of me to start reading and so she stands up and then reads the book. I still cannot understand shakespeare's english yet even if I love the book. and still I don't get why he let them die in the end. it's depressing how the story has a tragic end. it makes me wonder if I will find my own Romeo too, and I wonder if we will die too. Haha just joking, am I ?

I had a funny feeling that Zaff and Dikais aren't too happy about why these lines which make Alina and I want to laugh, Kevin looks at the girl and she reads, "Good pilgrim, you criticize your hand too much, which appropriate devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy pilgrims' kiss." The next girl goes, but that's when I stop paying attention. I focus back on our sheet until Cam, Perry, and Harry talk about the sluts, so look up and see Shay up next. "Alright, Kevin, you'll read the last three lines.", Mr. Colon explains. Kevin nods his head and gets ready. "See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, how I wish I were that glov

Further proof that yesterday’s hysterics really happened. I enter my English Literature class and take my seat. The teacher calls attendance and requests us to take out our study materials and the current book in class which is Shakespeare’s Hamlet. I absolutely love Shakespeare. Last month we read Romeo and Juliet, my favorite book. I asked that we perform the play, however, the teacher said that is up to the theater director, and he does not make those decisions. I was sad but, I have not lost hope. I would love to play Juliet. I look around the room getting myself comfortable and erasing the feelings of anxiety from my mind.