October Week Two
Fag Endersss!!!! I interrupt my tipsy brownie-making sing-a-long to bring you prompts. Scary prompts, in fact, from our dear friend Mr. Shakespeare. (Yes, indeed, we are cultured on Fag Ends; it's not all dragons and Siouxsie Sioux. Or at least it is when the other mods have their way. Generally on the dragons.) Enjoy and Spuffify!
1. Othello V ii 43-46
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.
2. Macbeth II iii 54-56
The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i'the air
3. Richard II II iv 8-11
The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change.
4. Hamlet III ii 388-390
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
5. Macbeth IV i 44-45
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
1. Othello V ii 43-46
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.
2. Macbeth II iii 54-56
The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i'the air
3. Richard II II iv 8-11
The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change.
4. Hamlet III ii 388-390
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
5. Macbeth IV i 44-45
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.