"Where is Polonius?" Claudius demanded. Hamlet crossed his arms. "In heaven, send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him in the other place yourself." Good thing Claudius' favorite messengers are on the case! [Gen Freeform 2022 gift for marginaliana.]
The daring duo attempt to evade the English executioners. Will they succeed? Will they fail? The two danish nobles must plumb every ounce of bravery and cunning they have if they have any hope of returning to Denmark.
A poem about Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
It's all geometry, when you come down to it. Life, that is.
What if our old pals Ros and Guil were to do question and answer for other Shakespearian characters? So far there's a well-known thane, and in the workings are a vengeance-seeking scheming base brother and an irritable cousin.
"The trees just stood there. They were like guards, really. They just stood there and guarded their land. Like soldiers, except soldiers weren't made of wood and bark." Just some good ol' Ros and Guil stupidity.
My take on the unwritten death scene of our protagonists. Guil: What are you looking at? Ros: Nothing. Guil: What do you mean 'nothing' Ros: I can't see anything. Guil: Then why are you looking? Ros: I forget.
My take on one of these love stories. Not what you might expect, though. One shot, though I can write more on request, and am willing to take ideas. Oh, and I thought Rosencrantz was spelled with a t. Sorry if it isn't. Oh, and that Guildenstern had a t, too. Again sorry if it doesn't.