(She appears in the main room, her body trembling with anger, her words soft and low and dangerous as she speaks to someone who is no longer there.)

And they obey you? Look up to you? Have the men and women of Thrace seen you naked? Shall I tell them?

(Her words falter, suddenly, as she realizes she is no longer on the shore, and she whirls around, ( Read more... )

A man of undetermined age, his face worn beyond his years with indecision, looks around slowly as he enters. He speaks not, but he appears to be thinking hard:
And indeed there will be time ( Read more... )

Earlier today, I was recalling that time on the ship, when on the behest of the old woman we were travelling with, we asked every person aboard to tell us their life story. And now, I have begun wondering if the same statement applies to the people of this community; that everywhere we go, we will find people who have had lives as miserable (or ( Read more... )

*enter Lavinia, like some mute messenger who bears the scrolls of human suffering in the silences of her eyes, her hands cut off and her tongue cut out -- in other words, OMGWTFBBQUSSRMUTILATIONBLINGBLING*

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*shyly waves a stump*

typist: from titus andronicus, shakespeare's most omgwtfbbqussrmutilationblingbling play ever. and ( Read more... )