William Shakespeare died 23 April 1616. He's buried in Stratford-Upon-Avon in Holy Trinity Church. William Shakespeare's grave, Stratford-upon-Avon, UK Some say he was the greatest writer who ever lived. Others say his works belong to other writers. Personally, I think he did write his plays, albeit with ideas from the players with whom he worked... Continue Reading →
I remember when I found you, just before you caught the train that day many months in coming. Of course you'd always been there, doing what you were meant to. Bandaging, teaching, cajoling, exasperating, bringing me up in a world I tried to hide from.But before that moment there was an arms-length between us.... Continue Reading →
I dream a lot. Let me re-phrase that - I remember a lot of my dreams. Real, asleep type dreams, not inspiring-song-lyric type dreams. A dream can easily involve a group of teenagers, a murderous teacher, a giant mountain-dwelling monster and a secret order of monks. They're pretty hectic. Unfortunately, all the running around, fighting,... Continue Reading →
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