Reader. Writer. Romantic.


August 10


All the world’s a stage
And all men and women merely players*
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An appetite: a feel and a love
That had no need of a remoter charm**
One little soldier boy left all alone
He went out and hanged himself
And then there were none***
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls****

Prompt: Think of a place that you love to visit or would like to visit some day. Create a piece based on the feelings that place gives you.

*As You Like it By WIlliam Shakespeare
** “Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour” By William Wordsworth
***Nursery Rhyme featured in And Then There Were None By Agatha Christie
****”London” By William Blake 




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