I'm really, really, really tired, so this is going to be brief. Normally, I'd try to preface this a little more, beg for attention. I do like attention, that's true. (ZOMG COMMENTS.) As it stands, though, I wrote this in approximately four hours and I'm not sure if it's any good. Maybe it is.

If you've read the apocryphal Bible story of Judith, ( Read more... )

William Shakespeare
29, poet and playwright

Henry Wriotheseley, Third Earl of Southampton
20, courtier and literary patron

in Shakespeare's rooms in St. Helen's Bishopsgate, London, 1593

William

proud Nature humbled by the work of its own hand: his azure eye, his auburn trees, the chest it hangs on white as the sun can seem when veiled in silken cloud, ( Read more... )

One of the few I've actually written, and I'm - well, I'm not so sure about it. You kind of have to read it twice, which for some reason is feeling like a cop-out to me. I'd really, really, really appreciate it if the few of you who actually look at this journal would give it a read. I need some constructive criticism. (I like "Nicely done!" ( Read more... )

We were told, "The worst thing, maybe, is having every thought inside your character's head explained." We were told, "There are two men on a boat." We were told, "Double-spaced. Two pages."

( At Sea )