Suspense Story - Jack 

My friend Aiden and I were walking through the umber-brown forest: it reeked with age. Its woody stench filled the air causing me to shiver. The forest beckoned me into its pulsing heart, “Why did we come here?” I mumbled, as I tried to stand as still as a statue. We continued to amble through the towering forest; every sprawling tree we passed by reminded me of my watchful parents.

All of a sudden, a shadow appeared. This wasn't any usual shadow this shadow was big and pacey! What could it be? I shuddered. Aiden and I, had no choice. We had to explore…

Time passed by, I had to reveal this shadow, “Come out! Come out!” I mumbled mutely. My soul fell asleep; my heart was punching; and my brain was scrambled - All it was, was a cat!

 

Romeo Monolgue by Faith

There she leans on her balcony, like a fallen angel. She leaves me speechless! Like two gleaming stars in the velvety, black sky, her eyes sharply glisten, making me feel even more in love with her.

Hopefully, one day we can marry. Standing here looking up at her, I see her wonderful hair, golden like a jewelled crown upon her head. She’s the sun, the yonder sun guiding me to her from miles away. With her love, her ruby-red lips urge me to kiss her gently. Her rosebud lips gaze at me exclaiming: ‘’Come to me, come to me! You're the one!’’

Meeting her every night, staring into her azure eyes that spark my heart, I fall onto the floor, making me sing my heart out! She’s passionate, she’s glamorous, she’s the one!  

Our menacing families should not do this. We are meant to be together but there hatred souls keep us apart. Do you think my love for her will come true? As her rosy cheeks suck me into a black hole of love, her soft hair glides through the gusty wind and waves my love closer and closer to her. She is determined for my love: I just know she is.

Letter to the Highwayman by Khadiza

18.12.1513

Verona,Italy

11 Montague Palace

ITL05

Dear Highwayman,

I am Romeo Montague, or you may know me as the son of Lord and Lady Montague (of Verona). I understand that you are currently grieving over the loss of your love, Bess, and I understand the emotion of an arrow to the heart just for it to be ripped out. I am writing this letter to tell you I am sincerely sorry. I am writing this letter in the forest by my deceased lover’s house.

Again, I am still extremely sorry for your loss. Do you know how it feels to love someone for a little while just to be killed? Soon after meeting my love, I decided to ask for her hand in marriage therefore, when her stubborn cousin (Tybalt) challenged me to a duel, I declined, he kept pushing me until he forced my acquaintance on pain of death! Committing a heinous crime, I killed him. I am aware that this would hurt Juliet.

I have noticed an obvious thing that we have in common, both of our better halves aren’t permitted to be wedded with us! How could I not notice this before? I met Juliet at a sublime masquerade ball. My original intention was to go after another girl. The ball had chandeliers shooting rainbows, beautiful tables laden with food and silk tapestries hanging gracefully on the walls.

Another coincidental similarity is that we both met our loves discreetly. Twas imperative that we did that because as I said, we were forbidden to greet them. I believe that you used to meet her at her inn casement window. However, I used to meet her at her balcony.

I hope that you find someone to help you cure your inconsolable position.

As of now I bid you farewell.

Yours sincerely, Romeo Montague.                        

                                         William Shakespeare

                            by Jack

William Shakespeare was born in Stratford, England, on 23 April 1564. At school, he developed a talent for acting. He went to the local grammar school therefore he was very clever and amazing at acting. For many years, he nursed ambitions acting and practised a lot. Sadly, (for Shakespeare) his dad wanted him to follow his footsteps by becoming the mayor of Stratford.

An incredibly talented pupil, Shakespeare went to London after marrying Anne Hathaway. He also realised that acting wasn't really his thing and decided to become a playwright and a poet. After a lot of writing,

William had three children Sussana, Hamnet and Judieth (Judieth and Hamnet were twins). Relieved, Shakespeare, finally performed at the Globe (Henry V) . Unfortunately, a terrible plague struck London and sickness occurred. Also, the theatres were closed down preventing any plays to be performed.

In 1598, a new theatre was built (The Globe). People had to pay 1 shilling to get the same seats.These people were called 'Groundlings' because they stood up in the open space on the floor: they stank! Incredibly, many of his plays are still performed today. Sadly,The Globe roof (which was thatched) was burned down in

1613 during a performance of Henry V.

After all those years of playwriting, William Shakespeare came to an end. He died 23 April (his birthday) 1616 at the age of 52 (he died in a pub toilet) .People, believe he died of typhus.Throughout his life, he wrote 37 plays and 154 sonnets.