A couple of these I think of a prose-poems, but we’ll talk about that when we get to them.
I wrote parts of this in Y5, after looking at the opening passages of ‘Under Milk Wood’ by Dylan Thomas. 1,439 more words
When you work as a staff writer in an area where the population doubles in the warmer months, summers are a hectic time filled with festivals, special tabs or assignments for special events, and just hectic deadlines that seem impossible to meet — yet somehow you manage them. 497 more words
I really can’t write plays. Unfortunately for my readers, that doesn’t mean I won’t try. This is the proposed final scene for my forthcoming masterpiece, ‘Benvolio and Mercutio Aren’t Feeling Very Well,’ a comi-tragic piece of theatre that, I reassure you, has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH ‘Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead,’ or indeed, ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ Nope. 934 more words