Bright, never-tiring eyes watch this world
As silently and patiently as stars
Making their endless rounds above us.
Am I Not King? Part V: Golden DaysGolden DaysAm I Not King? Part V: Golden Days by ShakespeareFreak
I will not dwell on those years in Georgia. Suffice it to say that not only didn’t I go to school, I barely left the house, or even came out of my room. I had the whole downstairs to myself, and there I stayed, eating junk food, watching cartoons, sleeping much more than I should have, and feeling sorry for myself. My plan had been to get my GED, get emancipated, and come back ASAP, but once I was separated from YSP and all my friends, I just felt so miserable I didn’t even try. I didn’t even read, and I had always read books voraciously since I could read at all.
Finally, I was almost 18, old enough to live on my own, and my parents sent me back to Wisconsin, got me my own apartment, said they’d pay for everything for a while, and re-enrolled me in YSP. It was the beginning of another summer program: “Hamlet.”
I was so excited about “Hamlet.” Above all, I wanted to play Claudius, the villain. His actor gets to k
Am I Not King? Part IV: DepressionTRIGGER WARNING: Suicidal thoughts.Am I Not King? Part IV: Depression by ShakespeareFreak
It was a disaster.
Of course, I felt as if I was meant to be in “King Richard II”—and, of course, as if I was meant to play King Richard himself. Unfortunately, it was a summer production, and I had never been in a summer production before, because I always went all the way to Georgia to visit my father for the summer. I begged and pleaded with my mom and step dad to let me stay, but they said that not only did Dad deserve to see me at least once a year, but that they needed a break from me. I said (and believed) that I would die, just wither away from grief, if I couldn’t be in the play, if I couldn’t play Richard. And when Mom, my step dad, or anyone else pointed out that I might not get the role, I got so angry with them. Didn’t they understand? I’d been preparing for thi
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Excerpts from the Diary of Rochelle Goyle
I am making myself write this in English today, as it is one of my last days in Scaris. I look forward to so much, for Monster High is said to be an unusual place and I have heard it is très jolie, but still I can not help feeling triste sad. I have watched over this city for 415 years, my whole life. So I try to think of a way to say au revoir to Scaris.
I am thinking I have an idea. It came to me ce matin this morning as the city awakened. A human street performer (only I should say... "normie," n'est-ce pas? So the Americans call them, according to mama)... so a normie stood near my rooftop and told a story to the passerby (mostly they were tourists I think). It was funny, because I've heard the normies tell this story so many times and it never changes. The only difference is that now there were cars instead of horses going by as he told it
Canterlot High was, on most days, a fairly busy place, and given recent events, it had been even busier than most would have expected. But now, those events had passed, and things were finally getting back to normal for the students. And so here they were, in the school cafeteria, all occupying themselves with their usual activities, eating their lunches, hanging out with their friends and generally just enjoying the peace of the day.
But there were those among them that were not so happy. For there, sitting in a somewhat neglected corner of the cafeteria, was a trio of girls, all sitting solemnly around the same table. These girls had, until recently, been known as the Dazzlings, a group that had participated in the recent "battle of the bands" that the school had played host to. But that event had merely been a cover for the girls' true plans, for these three were no mere students, and more importantly, they were not even truly human.
These three, Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze and Sonata
I am an actress. I am insane. I am a geek. I am OCD. I am pansexual. I am (loosely) Christian. I am a Shakespeare buff. I am a fanatic fangirl. I am proud of who I am!|
Favorite Genre(s) of Music: Musicals, 80's - 90's Rock
My Favorite Characters:
(In no particular order)
-King Richard II (Shakespeare's King Richard II)
-Jacob Marley (A Christmas Carol)
-Judge Claude Frollo (Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame)
-L Lawliet (Death Note)
-The Once-ler (The Lorax)
-Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)
-Morton "Mort" Rainey (Secret Window)
-Colin Gray (Jennifer's Body)
-Grell Sutcliff (Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji)
-Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)
-Quirinus Quirrell (Harry Potter)
-Randy Meeks (Scream)
-Dennis Rafkin (Thir13en Ghosts)
-Ben Ravencroft (Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost)
-Hrothbert of Bainbridge / "Bob" (The Dresden Files TV series)
Some think of them as “fictional.”
But they crave things, the same as anyone.
Their needs are different; not food or water or air. Some crave redemption; some forgiveness; some understanding; some simply need their stories told.
They cry out to me, the forgotten ones; the overlooked; the vilified. They plead with me, soundlessly.
They have no tongues, so I become their voice.
I don’t write for you.
I don’t write for myself.
I write for them.
"Every night will end,
And every day will start,
With a grateful prayer and a thankful heart!"
(Ebenezer Scrooge, The Muppet Christmas Carol)
"They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad"
(Mariana, Measure for Measure)
"Of course it is happening inside your head...but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
(Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)
"How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world."
(Portia, The Merchant of Venice)