As Scribed by Ravenel:
Dear Ariel,
I was thinking so, also, about Miranda and Ferdinand. I'm writing with the wind blowing in my face. "I knew I loved him as soon as I gazed into his eyes," she said to me, "Thank you for letting me meet Ferdinand." That's what she said. Tomorrow, I'll meet you.
As Scribed by Kenan:
Your Trusty Sprite,
Ariel
Dear Ariel,
Thank you for bringing Ferdinand to me and causing Antonio and the King of Naples misery and for chasing them to me. Because of all that, I grant you your freedom.
Yours Truly,
Prospero
As Scribed By Cece Dauer
Dear Sprites,
I....I mean...we have been freed (except for Caliban). Tomorrow we must meet at the mushroom house. I will bring a wolf skin canvas and a moss blanket and a carpet. Bring berries, fruits, water, bread, wood, and more skins if you have any (don't bring your own doors).
I have a bag of orange berries that we could use to stain the canvas. Please bring wood so we can make a boat. I might bring extra berries for our boat ride. Oh, there are some of Prospero's magic books behind the tree with the violet scratch.
Love,
Ariel
As Scribed by John
Dear Antonio,
I think... I know you should apologize to me! You pushed me AND my own helpless daughter, making it worse, into the perilous, merciless sea. You will come to the Middle Isle. You will know my wrath. I hope you understand my calling... my warning of a tempest.
Sincerely,
Prospero
P.S. Seriously, I will let you forever remember my wrath if you do not restore my place as the Duke of Milan.
As Scribed by Thomas::
Dear Lady Macbeth,
We will kill the king tonight and put the blood on the guards and then you will be the queen and I will be the king. Then we will be rich. And powerful. We will have everything we want forever, and ever, and ever, and ever. I'll see you at the castle tonight. Your face is as white as snow. You are so sweet. And bad. And sweet. We will be the baddest and goodest king and queen.
Love,
Macbeth
As Scribed by James:
Dear Lady Macbeth,
These three ugly witches said I could be king! King of Scotland!
Love,
Macbeth
Dear Macbeth,
The way to be king of Scotland is you got to kill the king Scotland. Come home right away.
Love,
Lady Macbeth
Dear Lady Macbeth,
He is family to me. I will not kill him.
Sincerely,
Macbeth
Dear Macbeth,
You will have to, that is the only way for you to be king of Scotland
Lady Macbeth
As Scribed by Kemonte:
From the Journal of Banquo:
I was riding my horse with Macbeth. I was riding my horse when I saw the witches. It was like I was in a dream, no... it was like I was dead when I saw them. I saw King Duncan dead. I was surprised to see this. Macbeth is wrong about all of this. He is so rude.
O my gosh! I fell in love with a human soul! Well, I think I did or it was a dream. It must have been a dream, because I was caught in a fog and woke up from some kind of... I don't know, but it seemed like a dream. The human might have been part ass. I think the fog was real. I n my dream, I ordered my servants to make a flower crown. O and how his singing was lovely. He was so handsome, but it was only a dream.
Love,
P.S. I hope on my next dream I meet him again, and shrink him to fairy size.
Dear Titania,
He must have been in a dream for there is no more handsome man than I. I will make you have the dream again if you describe him.Love,
As Scribed by Arianna
Dear Helena,
As Scribed by Lenny
Dear Lysander,
Dear Hermia,
As Scribed by Keyvonna
Dear Lysander,
Dear Helena,
As Scribed by Silas
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