Journal Task 7 – That Shakespearean Banter Though

Beatrice: Why hello Benedick, I see you are back from your victorious battle, but I must ask, did you win using skill, or did they surrender because they couldn’t bear to look at your clay-brained face. Benedick: Clay-brained I may be, but if I didn’t come back victorious, you wouldn’t be able to see the…

Only moments…

She sat on that three legged stool, back slouched, head down. To be honest she didn’t know what dragged her into that bar. Maybe it was her sudden impulsive thirst to drown out her troubles, or maybe it was her feet dragging her into the last place she saw him. He took another sip. His…

Benedick and Beatrice

Benedick: Hello Miss stuburn. Beatrice: Hello Mr ill-breed. What an artless surprise. Benedick: As it is the same to me. Beatrice: What fly-bitten news have you come to spread. Benedick: Who said the news was fly-bitten. Beatrice: Whenever you spread news it is never pleasant. Benedick: That is not true. Beatrice: Oh please! I bet…

Journal Task #6 – Home

“I can still manage on my own, Ruby.” I argued, treading through my unfamiliar surroundings. “I don’t understand why you must take ownership of me like this. I was doing just fine alone for the past couple of years– just the little red house and I.” “Look, Kristen, it’s my duty as your sister to…

Beatrice VS Benedick

Beatrice: Ah, I see you are still but a mere dog-hearted cur. Benedick: Oh Beatrice, always a devil-monk. Beatrice: Please don’t talk, your breath is a death token. Benedick: As is your hair and your attitude. Beatrice: Yet I wonder how your attitude won you the war. Benedick: I won obviously with the skill and…

Bendick&Beatrice : Mock Script

Benedick : I can’t belive that thee could beest such a goatish scut , lest I just so sick of thy whey-face self Beatrice : I’d rather thee beest dead from the sight of me, then sick. At least I wouldn’t see thy visage every dreary day. Benedick : if ‘t be true I wast to beest dead,…

I am a Feminist

Things clicked in Year 1 when the teachers gave me a Barbie when I wanted to play soccer with all the boys. Things clicked in Year 2 when High School Musical came out and girls started thinking the guy had to ask the girl out, because they thought that was love. Things clicked in Year…