Posted in Fan Fiction, Shakespeare on Oct 13th, 2006 No Comments »
And for a second time she comes to be married and then is not. Before the friar can give her to the Count, her father steps forward and takes her hand.
“Count, this lady you were almost gi’en is she you refused. Now I say you shall not have her. She is my disgraced child, my [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Hamlet, Shakespeare on Sep 20th, 2006 No Comments »
Ophelia in her innocence, which she wears like a white gown–the sort you pull over your head so that you suddenly come out, able to see again after the cloud of fabric–is in love with every person in the world and does not know why.
Posted in Fan Fiction, Hamlet, Shakespeare on Jul 10th, 2006 No Comments »
Dream. Think not, for in thinking thou shalt ever be alone. Dream there is an island, and on that island is thy husband, with him thy child. They live together on that island. When thou art most alone, and there is naught for thee here, dream. Dream thou hast gone into the sea and swim [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Hamlet, Shakespeare on May 31st, 2006 No Comments »
Laertes is many things, but he isn’t a fool. He stands in the window looking down at Denmark, where the ground is frozen and the flowers are tired. He will leave for France within a week, and leave behind the court. Laertes has always hated the court. He wants to get away, and his father [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Hamlet, Shakespeare on Mar 31st, 2006 No Comments »
He remembers the first time they saw the snow and knew what it was. They’d grown up with snow; snow was a present part of their lives, one they always knew. There had always been snow, frozen and glittering at the top of the glaciers or falling softly from the sky to settle on the [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Hamlet, Shakespeare on Feb 7th, 2006 No Comments »
Ophelia couldn’t keep secrets.
Once upon a time she told Laertes. But it was no good to tell your brother secrets, she learned that. Laertes didn’t understand, and she was still a tiny girl, not tall enough to see over the castle windowsills, when she stopped telling him.
Posted in Fan Fiction, Hamlet, Shakespeare on Feb 1st, 2006 No Comments »
Horatio sleeps with his wrists crossed, as though preparing for someone to come and bind him as he lies there. It is not the first time Claudius has noticed. His nephew’s servant is a soft-spoken man, quiet and good at blending into the walls, but Claudius doesn’t overlook him. A wise man never overlooks anyone [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Hamlet, Shakespeare on Jan 29th, 2006 No Comments »
There are a good deal too many times he wants to hit Prince Hamlet. That’s hit the way you say it when you wouldn’t really and don’t really have any intention, but you threaten it fairly convincingly.
Well, because Hamlet’s illogical. He’s hot-blooded and illogical and annoying.
Posted in Fan Fiction, Hamlet, Shakespeare on Dec 19th, 2005 No Comments »
(Sequel to King of Scraps and Patches.)
The King has nightmares sometimes. He dreams of a cold castle hall, of standing alone, of standing alive, when everyone else is dead. He dreams of realising suddenly that everyone else is dead. He is alone, he is alive, there is no one he–
And then he wakes and it [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Hamlet, Shakespeare on Nov 26th, 2005 No Comments »
The Queen dances to-night. She dances in the arms of her husband, and, as the music plays, he changes. Once, in one golden-red glow of torchlight, he is tall, gaunt, older than she, bearded and old-eyed. They turn (is it a minuet?) and when they pass through the light again he is smaller, healthier, closer [...]