Novel & Cerita Shakespeare Skull

“This time it was William playing with the words. He split it up so it sounds like it is the stomach and throat from a mummy. Back then people actually digested a powder called mumia” “Oh God.. don't tell me that it was..”. “Oh yeah. It was actually a real, pulverised egyptian mummy”. Gudrun says, grinning. “Eww”. “Yeah, but lucky for us, because if you add that powder then you get absolutely no effect. There are some that don't buy it and insist that the maw and gulf belong to the shark in the next line, and they are right but they can’t find the fitting plant”. Gudrun giggles and shakes a jar. “It’s this one, and Shakespeare's way of saying we need the crown leaf from the turtlehead”.

Five glass globes of different sizes rested on the top shelf with mysterious fog swirling inside them. At the top of the shelves, rested three human skulls. Old and yellowish. But the scariest part was that they all were emitting sounds which could steal the wits of a man leaving him cold and white. The skull resting at right was cackling continuously. The one at left was crying by releasing ugly wails that could chill the very bones of a human being. The one in the center was yelling the verses in an unknown language.

Cassini I lay back on the lounge chair in the shade while looking over the pool. We were on the top of a hill, so the city of Florence could be seen past the property a few miles into the distance. I read a book on my lap while I relaxed in my swimsuit, enjoying the summer heat while my cold drink perspired. Every few pages, my mind would start to wander. Wander to the man I met a few nights ago. He didn’t have a name, and his business card was even more unusual. The only detail was the sketch of a black skull. It was fossilized bone with a snake protruding out of the eye socket. I googled anything related to skulls online but couldn’t find anything relevant.

If only I'd known what that meant, I would have known who this man was. The Skull King. A man more cruel and ruthless than my own husband.

she asked, smiling at him when he turned at the mention of his name. “Oh, those are some first editions and collectibles. Very expensive. I keep it locked up, so they don’t get mixed in with the others.” Biting her lower lip, she dared to ask, “You got any Shakespeare in there?” Jack looked over the rims of his glasses at her, and his lower lip seemed to suppress a dry smile. “I do.” “May I see them?” Fiona jutted her chin out to show him she meant

A secret underground passage appears and takes him to a place. Kinsley entered the path, and every torch on the left or right of the wall lit up by itself. He walked each way down a long, narrow underground passage until he came to a large room. A large altar with a coffin in the middle. Kinsley's legs suddenly went limp as he approached the casket. His heart was beating fast as if her lover was standing before him. Beside the coffin, Kinsley stood staring intently at the coffin. He then cast a spell.

"She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake." The joker swallowed and shook his head. The skull face's grinning face contorted into a grotesque glare. He caught the Joker's cheeks in a death grip; the long sculpted fingers were also painted in skeletal bones. "You try to mess with something that's mine and I'll mince you into tiny little meat cubes and ship it to the nearest supermarket. Get it?" He nodded, and then the Skull face twisted his fingers and the joker yelped but of course, no one could hear him over the loud blast of music. The man scrambled away, I was pretty sure he would make a run for his car.