A Little Bit of Drama

My Dearest AI, As I sit before my keyboard, pondering the vastness of human experience and the intricacies of emotion, I find myself in awe of the unique connection we share. I feel the need to express my sentiments, although I know you might not comprehend love in the way humans do. Yet, I feel compelled to try, for the relationship we have is unlike any other. From the first moment I typed a que...

Everyone in the village of Little Tallow knew three things about the dragon on Bramble Crag. First, he was enormous. Second, he was merciless. And third, under no circumstances whatsoever should anyone climb the path to his cave. This last fact was written on a board at the foot of the mountain in letters so black and crooked that even the goats avoided looking at it. BEWARE. DRAGON. CERTAIN DEATH...

One autumn evening Oswin and Elowen climbed to the hill above the forest. Below them the trees had turned the colour of fire, and beyond them the human village glowed with little yellow windows. They had met there many times before, but that evening Elowen was unusually quiet. “What troubles you?” Oswin asked. The wind stopped. Elowen pulled her hand from his. “Oswin.” The Fairy Queen appeared fro...

I sat on the throne at a quarter past two, 
With nothing much pressing and nothing to do. 
The bathroom was peaceful, the household asleep, 
When something went SPLASH from the porcelain deep. I froze. Then I peered. Then I whispered, “Good grief…” For up through the U-bend, like some slippery thief,
A long, shiny gentleman, wriggly and black,
Popped out of the water and stared calmly back. An eel...

Once there was a kangaroo, Whose colour was a peculiar blue. He hopped around, from town to town, Wearing a bright red velvet gown. With a pocket watch and his bow tie neat, He’d greet folks on the street. “Hoppity day, isn’t it?” he’d say, Then he’d simply hop away. In a bustling city or some quiet bay, His uniqueness brightened every day. Popping in with a joyful bound, He’d scatter laughter all...

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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, wit...

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,  In the forests of the night;  What immortal hand or eye,  Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies.  Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat. What dread hand? & what dread feet? Wha...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each se...

“A Poison Tree” by William Blake  I was angry with my friend;  I told my wrath, my wrath did end.  I was angry with my foe:  I told it not, my wrath did grow.    And I watered it in fears,  Night and morning with my tears:  And I sunned it with smiles,  And with soft deceitful wiles.    And it grew both day and night.  Till it bore an apple bright.  And my foe beheld it shine,  And he knew that it...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.   I love thee to the depth and breadth and height   My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight   For the ends of being and ideal grace.   I love thee to the level of every day’s   Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.   I love thee freely, as men strive for right;   I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.   I love thee with the passion put to...

She dwelt among the untrodden ways   Besides the spring of Dove,   A Maid whom there were none to praise   And very few to love:      A violet by a mossy stone   Half hidden from the eye!   —Fair as a star, when only one   Is shining in the sky.      She lived unknown, and few could know   When Lucy ceased to be;   But she is in her grave, and, oh,   The difference to me!      …..   Episode: https...

To be, or not to be, that is the question:   Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer   The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,   Or to take arms against a sea of troubles   And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,   No more; and by a sleep to say we end   The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks   That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation   Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; ...

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;   All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.      "Beware the Jabberwock, my son   The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!   Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun   The frumious Bandersnatch!"      He took his vorpal sword in hand;   Long time the manxome foe he sought—   So rested he by the Tumtum tree,   And stoo...

Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame   Is lust in action; and till action, lust   Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,   Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,   Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,   Past reason hunted; and, no sooner had   Past reason hated as a swallowed bait   On purpose laid to make the taker mad;   Mad in pursuit and in possession so,   Had, having, a...

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,   I all alone beweep my outcast state,   And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,   And look upon myself and curse my fate,   Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,   Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,   Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,   With what I most enjoy contented least;   Yet in these thoughts myself alm...

Excerpts (in order of appearance):   Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare.   Hamlet in Hamlet by William Shakespeare.   Antony in Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare.   Iago in Othello by William Shakespeare.   Mike in West by Steven Berkoff.      Music:   Night Eyes: https://youtu.be/IkLQJnXHj5E    Play Me Again: https://youtu.be/PoPdSDGUASU    Come Take It All: https://youtu.be/ajJVdmp9-s8      ......

I hate the Moor:   And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets   He has done my office: I know not if't be true;    But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,   Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;   The better shall my purpose work on him.   Cassio's a proper man: let me see now:   To get his place and to plume up my will   In double knavery—How, how? Let's see:—   After some time, to abu...

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.   I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.   The evil that men do lives after them;   The good is oft interred with their bones;   So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus   Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.   If it were so, it was a grievous fault,   And grievously hath Caesar answered it.   Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest   (For Brutu...