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The Rest is Silence: Chapter 5
«Stop.» Hamilton’s glowing hands sliced through the mist as he chopped the air before him. They had walked all the way from the gatehouse to the small family cemetery. «What do you want? Why can’t you talk to me with Horatio?» «I will tell you.» Luminescent green fog trailed from the ghost’s fingers. «Pay attention.»…
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The Rest is Silence: Chapter 4
Hamilton leaned against the wall in the corner of the grand ballroom and watched Elsinore’s elite spin around each other in a flurry of silk skirts and coat tails. Masked faces hid silent laughter and smiling eyes. Every Friday night, the Danes family held a party fit for royalty. Usually they assigned some kind of…
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The Rest is Silence: Chapter 3
Laurence emptied his lungs with a heavy sigh as he looked around his barren room. The wooden floor and faded Victorian damask wallpaper had been his constant companions since he was a child. Now it was time to leave them behind. All his belongings had been packed into two ancient leather duffle bags and a…
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The Rest is Silence: Chapter 2
This was the first board meeting where Hamilton didn’t sit next to his father. His father wasn’t there. He was dead. When he lived, his father used these meetings to train Hamilton and teach him how to lead the company. He had always ensured his successor could see all the important mouths, but the new…
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The Rest is Silence: Chapter 1
Tonight seemed the perfect night to talk to spirits, if Horatio believed the movies. It was just after midnight, and purple-blue fog obscured the full moon and cast a ghostly glow over the land and trees. Hooting owls echoed their chants from the woods on both sides of the narrow cobblestone drive where Horatio stood.…
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Sonnet 9
Is it his words or vaulting ambitionThat wrings such tears out from my sober eyes?To read can raise me up from perdition?Or must I speak the speech and dramatise?These words of pure sweet honey have been pennedBy author sharp as spur with sharper quill.A dulcet written verse is a godsend.Their taste when read aloud is…
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Sonnet 8
Do not wait for me while you run this race.And don’t look back til you have crossed the line.By climbing hills at ever quickening paceYou’re leading now, but I’m not far behind.I watch you race and try to cheer from aft,Though live I with monstrous green eyed fiend.For difficult is happiness to craftWhile straggling, wishing…
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Sonnet 7
I’m stealing time from Fate for to create:But how I shall I fear I’ll never know.I’m kneeling before Muses near prostrate.O why morale like rotten fruit hangs low?I long to let the art within my soulControl a future of its own designA song that’s locked away without paroleCajoles the silent singer to repine.I wonder how…
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Sonnet 6
Remember we the death of young Socus:We weep for courage often brings us tears.And Socus, he had more than most of us.Yet still he ran to doom chased by his fears.So Socus then could not escape his fate.Desire and speed could not preserve his soul.To die the endless pattern did dictate.And die he did, for…
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Sonnet 5
Of oft a dream’s a dream one must wake fromI Oxford, waking is just like the dream.Surreal we have strolled the streets o’ercomeWhile lines of Chekhov in our heads beteem.Midsummer and Macbeth we all have readAnd sonnets manifold did we all learn.We danced the farandole, needles and thread.Our voices used for woe and laughs in…