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…

Journal Task #7 – A Hidden Romance

Beatrice: Shift aside; his villainous blabber is poisonous. Benedick: Only a brain as boiled as yours cannot grip mine sense, except I agnize thy flap-mouthed nonsense. Beatrice: Thou gentlemen art much less than gentle, though how can it be? I forbid any affection towards such infectious hell-hated scuts! Benedick: Us infectious hell-hated scuts would dare…

Beatrice and Benedick Banter.

Beatrice- Why would anyone love a toad? Benedick- I will never love anyone anyways. Beatrice- Nor shall i. Benedick- You wish you do, just you say that as an excuse if you never love. You may think i am a toad, but i am not clay-brained. Beatrice- maybe, but certainty fool-born with a side of…

Journal Task #7 – Insults Delight

BEATRICE – What a delight to see the beef-witted toad at this extravagant feast. BENEDICK – It be a pleasure to bring happiness where I go. Yet I’m surprised a feast extravagant as this had invited such as yourself. BEATRICE – Well pardon myself for I should not be worthy to bask in the presence…

Journal Task #6 – Broken

I can see it Not just feel it I can see it too How it’s broken Our world and everything we know Broken Broken like a shattered plate A shattered plate that was once a part of a limited edition collection of fine china from a place that was burnt down and the one object…

Journal Task 6: I’m Sooooo Bored!

Just to let you know. All this was done in 78 minutes in second period. Why did I do it for 78 minutes you may ask, well it was either this or do more Shakespeare, and ain’t doing more Shakespeare. Now back to the story. UHHHH. This is so boring. The last time that I…

Journal Task #5 – A Compulsory Dream

Mia’s parents had only one wish – for Mia to attend a luxurious musical school in the centre of London. When she turned four, her parents bought her a beginner’s violin. She thought it was beautiful and played for day and night non-stop. When she turned five, her parents spoilt their talented daughter with three…

Journal #4 – Sonder

On a bench in a flowering park filled with faces of young children and their mothers or fathers, I sit and wonder. How many of these faces have I seen before but never remembered? Could I have passed by one of these people at a shopping centre, a beach and maybe even on the street…

Tonight’s Job.

Journal Entry #5 It started like any other day. Cold, wet, and miserable. The rain pelted the windows of the young girl’s room as she gazed at the ceiling above her. The room wasn’t home, would never be home. It was dark, with red wall and a white roof, covered in endless nothingness. The lights were…

Life Without Language

Capture a location full of chaos and madness… I see Tokyo city or New York. Visualise a place where silence accompanied with the sound of natural function is beauty… I see nightfall comfort the Himalayas. Imagine soft silk floating through the air… I see pillows of cloud. Now picture a life without language… The very…

Journal Task #6: Firefly Lane

A lifetime of friendship, a moment of betrayal. Winter’s arrived! I think that what I’m eager about in my head is also running a marathon in everyone else’s head; yes I’m thinking what you’re thinking. Don’t you just love sinking in your most comfortable lounge, beside your warm fire place with sparkling flames, holding a…

Journal Task #5: Do We Really Know Who She Is?

Is she really that happy in life? Is she truly confident about herself? Is she seriously that brave? What about that smile, is that smile fake or is it actually meaningful? Well I mean that’s how I see her, that’s how we all see her. Do we really know who she is? She’s hilarious and…

Skybreaker – journal task 5

I know a guy that hates school, completely hates it. Why, well he is always bullied and has no friends. He is the one that sits and the front and get spitballs spat at him, he is the one that sits alone in the playground, the “outcast”. He hates his life outside of home because…

Formless and Fragmented- Journal Task #5

 ‘Do I contradict myself?’ Very well then, I contradict myself I am large, I contain multitudes. – Walt Whitman The shivering soul…the shivering soul…where do you reside? Do you lie on the base of a frozen over river with evergreen bowers pouring over your surface and wide-eyed owls swooping through the sky? Do you gaze…