Back to category: English Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. The Ghost of Richard III Visits William Shakespeare I was sitting at my desk in my candle-lit room, a gentle breeze made the candle flicker and a chill ran down my spine. I remember having a strange feeling, as if there was another spirit present, it is hard to explain, but it was nothing like I had ever felt before. The breeze was making me shiver and it was getting colder as time passed, I picked up my lantern and walked across to the window and pulled it to, but still left it slightly ajar, I liked the feel of the air, but today it did not feel the same. I walked back to my desk and placed my lantern down again. My room was becoming duller as the seconds ticked by. It was eight in the evening, I thought I would have written something by now. I picked up my quill and sat and thought, and thought, and thought. Nothing! My mind was somewhere else, but I did not know where. I moved across the room to look out of the window at the stars. Distant in the darkening sky. I sat and watched by my attention was distracted by a light ba... Posted by: Carlos Hernandez Limited version - please login or register to view the entire paper. |
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