This... is the ghost of Hamlet's father

This is the ghost of Hamlet's father. I hope it scares you all! The ghost goes and speaks to Hamlet and tells Hamlet how he was murdered by his wicked uncle, Claudius. The ghost has to walk the earth at night until he is avenged by his son. Hamlet must decide what he should do to avenge his father. Act 1 scene 5.
P.S. Last night I was sketching out some ideas for my story. I think that I've got some good characters

my next idea x

I have decided to write a novel on blogger, for all the story-readers out there! It was originally mr howards idea, but i do think its a good one. Character resemblence to any person in real life is PURELY COINCIDENTAL! Now all i have to do is think of a story...

the last chapter

The final chapter

Mortified, Athos reached out to grab Helena. His hands wanted to crush her, destroy her, I wanted to protect her. We started to circle each other. Lunging towards me, Athos roared and yelled in frustration. I ducked and sprinted to the other side of the room.

“Run Helena! Please.” I shouted, as Athos grabbed me by the throat. My head was pounding, and sweat poured off my forehead like a waterfall. Helena was running towards me. She had a knife. An icy fist clamped over my heart. Then it all went dark.

I saw my life flash before my eyes, I wondered about what had happened. Helena, Katherine, Athos?

I was probably dead anyway… no point of thinking anymore. Katherine was gone. So was Helena. I can’t think. What clouds my eyes and thoughts?

I think I was lying on a bed, I could feel the light feather pillows against my sore neck. A cold cloth on my head, and I could hear birdsong. The smell of blood, and the wildflowers from the forest. I think there is somebody here, sitting on the bed. I can taste blood in my mouth, and I can start to see a picture. I can make out colours, but everything is fuzzy. Glittering gold, soft peach, creamy white, crimson red, something is moving closer. I think that it must be somebody’s face. I shut my eyes again, and fall into a long, dreamless sleep.

   Helena was sitting cross legged on the edge of the bed. Athos was dead and gone forever. I had the house. I had Helena.

Epilogue

Helena and I never saw Katherine again, but I hope she found her lover. Helena and I have lived in the house for a year now, and are happier than ever. She didn’t need to be tamed, and when I ask her: "do you love me?" She always says yes.

chapter 7

Chapter 7

A visit to an ‘old friend’

Katherine and I were living happily together, but my house was old and falling down. The wood was rotting, the roof was sagging in, and I could see the in contentment on Katherine’s face. Katherine had lost her fiery spirit, and if we wanted to be happy together then I knew we must see Athos. I despised him, but I could not bear to turn Helena out of her house.

Katherine and I walked to Athos’ house. We reached there at night fall. Colossal, magnificent, and overruling, the large house stood dominantly above the forest. The statuesque, pulchritudinous structure still stood tall. The wind blew on the ash trees, as their leaves rustled together. Long slender branches were reaching up to the sky, reflecting the starlight off their shimmering leaves. Katherine looked around in shock at the beauty, and once again, I found myself looking at the lion’s head. It scared me no longer.

 Athos opened the door.

“so, this is the shrew?” he mocked. Katherine was shocked. She knew nothing of the bargain. She looked at me confused, she was scared of what might happen. Helen saw Katherine, and started to cry. Even I felt confused now.

Everybody sat down in front of the fire. Athos’ face looked malevolent in the firelight. Helena’s just looked even more sorrowful.

“Katherine,” began Athos. “do you love Petruchio?” My heart stopped.

Helena looked up.

Athos smiled wickedly.

I looked away.

“no.” Katherine murmured. “I love somebody else.” Katherine ran from the house, and I did not follow her. Some shrews cannot be tamed, I can see that now.

But I had one thing I could say…

“Helena, do you love the monster of a man that I see before me?” I asked her.

She looked at me from under her long eyelashes. I knew the answer already.

“no.”

chapter 6

Chapter 6

the taming of the shrew continued

The next morning, Katherine was meek and uttered no harsh word. Dear Katherine, becoming so kind and so mild, and I was beginning to like her prodigiously.

So tired and hungry, I pitied Katherine and gave her mattress on her bed.

“Thank you.” She murmured, and I was so surprised and pleased, I gave her blankets as well.

Sitting down at the table, Katherine was surprised to find beef and mustard waiting for her. Starving, tired, and docile, Katherine ate her beef and mustard.

  Days past, and Katherine became so loving and generous. I could not believe it. I hope that she was starting to love me, for I was starting to love her back.

My journey to see Athos was drawing nearer every day with Katherine went so fast, but I wanted her to live in a beautiful house. I wanted her to be as happy as I was.

the taming of the shrew

Chapter 5

The taming of the shrew

I dismounted Pontus, and lifted Katherine off. She was still screaming.

Carrying her into my small empty house, and closing all the doors and sitting her on a chair, I knew that something had to be done about Katherine’s manners.

Sitting on a chair in front of her, she frowned and refused to look at me.

“Something to eat my lady?” I asked her inquisitively. “Beef and mustard?”

“Yes, I am quite hungry. Fetch me some now peasant!” Katherine snapped and stared coldly at me. I was quite prepared for this, and brought in some beef and mustard on a pretty silver dish.

 Before Katherine could eat, I said:

“No dear Katherine, you must not eat this! Mustard is too hot and spicy for a lady!” as I pulled the food away, she cried, for she wanted the beef and mustard.

“Let me have just beef then!” she screeched angrily, but she looked worried and hungry.

“No dear Katherine, for if a lady cannot eat beef and mustard, then she will have none at all! And with that, I dropped the mouth-watering meal on to the floor.

Screaming in anger, Katherine ran upstairs. Horrified to find that her bed had no mattress, she gave up, flung herself on the floor and started to cry.

I went upstairs and sat with her. Tears streamed down her face, and more were still overflowing out of her round brown eyes. Her eyes were such a lovely shade of brown, rather like a mouse’s. flowing down her back like a river, her long brown hair was wet from the tears that had fell on it. Curled up in a ball, she looked like a little mouse, lost and upset.

Don’t worry my little mouse, for I shall tame you yet.

chapter 4

Chapter 4

Petruchio and Katherine

I ran back to Portus. Swinging my leg over the saddle, I spurred Portus on to Katherine’s  house. At this pace, I knew I could reach there by morning.

Knocking on the door, I was confident that Katherine’s father was desperate to get her married. Suddenly the door was opened by a short, middle aged man. I walked in anxiously.

“I hear you want to marry my daughter Katherine.” Sneered the proud little man, thrusting his sharp nose in the air.

“well sir, that was my main intention of coming here…” ( until I met you) I conveyed. The man had sat down and was frowning at me, for I was a stranger, and it was quite obvious that he did not like me. But he will grow to like me, I suppose. I could here footsteps on the stairs. I sucked in a quick breath of air, and held my tongue about the pompous man glaring at me.

  “Father, father! I can’t find Katherine anywhere…” Cried the pretty girl who came down the stairs. She saw me, and what a surprise it must have been. “ Oh!” she whimpered, and shortly afterwards fled from the room.

I could hear the footsteps on the stairs, but this time it was a different person: Katherine.

“ Father! My goodness, what is this peasant doing here? Katherine shrieked, looking at me with disgust. I frowned. I was in my best clothes.

“ I thought there was a smell” She carried on, and suddenly silenced her. Then he surprised us both.

“ Katherina, you are going to live with Petruchio, to teach you a lesson!” bellowed her father. I stepped forward lifted her up, as she screamed and tried to kick me. I carried her out of the door and sat her on Pontus. She tried to ride off on Pontus, but Pontus was a good horse and stayed were he was until I was on his back as well. Katherine’s father waved us away.

My plan was working, and with a kick to Pontus’ sides we were away.

a wager of wives

Chapter 3

A wager of wives

Athos opened the door. His face was lion like and ferocious, very similar to the door knocker. I shuddered.

“Petruchio, my friend! Come in, come in!” Athos opened the door wider. Athos smiled. I dreaded those sharp pointed teeth. I wished he hadn’t.

A fire was crackling in the hearth, and Helena was curled up against the fire. When she saw me, she rose up and lowered her long eyelashes. Helena’s golden hair glowed in the firelight.

“make our guest a drink, Helena.” Growled Athos. “Petruchio and I have important things to talk about.”

Shuffling away, Helena tried to hide the tears. She hated her husband, and did not notice Petruchio staring intently at her. Even though she did love Petruchio, nobody would both never find out.

Athos sat down in front of me, shaking his grizzly mane. I had been thinking about my plan for a while, but the whole plan depended on one moment. This one moment. I had to concentrate on how I should phrase it, and slowly but carefully, I opened my mouth and started to speak…

    “Athos,” I whispered. After telling him of Katherine and how I was going to marry her, I moved to the main, and most important part.

“If I can tame Katherine, if she will confess that she loves me from her own free will, then you must give me your house and everything else you own. But if she does not love me, then you will win this bet. You will win everything I own; my house, my horse, and all of my money… do we have a deal?”

Athos started to laugh raucously.

“You? You could not tame a shrew, nevermind a headstrong witch like Katherine! I accept your bet, for I know I will win, Petruchio you fool!”

Rushing away, I met Helena by the door. Although she had been crying, her face was still white as marble and her features were so fine that it was as if they had been carved by a talented sculptor. I bowed my head and walked away. Away from the house. Away from Athos. Away from Helena.

chapter 2

Chapter 2

The house of Athos

Snorting loudly, Pontus stamped his hooves as I leaped from his back. Deep in thought, I watched Pontus graze for a minute or two, before I strode down the path, my boots creaking as I walked.

   Colossal, magnificent, and overruling, the large house stood dominantly above the forest. The moon hid its face in a cloak of cloud, afraid of looking at the statuesque, pulchritudinous structure. The wind blew on the ash trees, as their leaves rustled together. Long slender branches were reaching up to the sky, reflecting the starlight off their shimmering leaves. I breathed in deeply, and I could smell the wildflowers on the luscious grass. I could hear twigs snapping beneath my feet, and I stared at the lion’s head in front of my face.

   Majestic, metallic, and malicious, the bronze lion door-knocker stared at me, baring its ferocious teeth. Nervously, I reached for the loop of metal it had been guarding so well, and banged it against the door.

the taming of the shrew

The taming of the Shrew

chapter 1

Katherine was a stubborn, headstrong girl. Her mother and father tried to make her marry, but she upset all of the suitors. Katherine’s sister, Olga, had fallen in love, but was not allowed to marry until Katherine was married before her. This is where I came into the story.

  I had heard about Katherine, I heard about her arrogance, and how her poor sister would never marry. Taking it upon myself, I knew that I should marry Katherine. Although I had a plan in my mind, I mounted my horse, Pontus, and galloped to my friend’s house.

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my fairy tale is beauty and the beast. The headline is:
'bad beast kidnaps belle'

showjumping

As with any sport there are a lot of rules. Show jumping rules are more complicated than most because of the addition of the horse. There is also a lot of equipment involved in show jumping and all of this equipment has to be regulated. 

 

Show jumping rules include the saddles, bridles and all other parts of tack. Clothing is a particularly important part of show jumping rules as there are very strict regulations on what can be worn. These restrictions will limit you to what sort of hat you wear and what safety standards they meet. 

Faults and Penalties

• Four faults are given for each jump knocked down. (A rail or one or more parts of the jump fall to the ground).
  
• Four faults are given if one or more hooves leave an impression on the lath surrounding a water jump.
  
• Four faults are given for the first disobedience (refusal to jump, run out).
  
• Elimination: Horse (shoulders and haunches touch the ground) or rider falls.
  
• Elimination: Second disobedience (refusal).
  
• Elimination: An uncorrected deviation from the course.
  
• Elimination: Exceeding the time limit.
  
• One penalty point for every four seconds or portion of a second exceeding the time allowed in the first and second rounds and jump-offs not against the clock
  
• One penalty point for each second or portion of a second exceeding the time allowed in a jump-off against the clock

chapter 2
The horses galloped towards cornelius. he stared at the ashen remains of his house. He saw nothing. Rearing madly, the elegant horse skidded to a halt infront of him, kicking up clouds of dust with their hooves. one of the men dismounted and stood in front of him.
  "cornelius, my old friend!" Lied the short fat man. He was covered in armour and his helmet shone brightly.
"I will never be your friend, Ammos so why don't you just take me away. you have took my home and family away. Merlock has the vorpal sword and I have served my purpose in this miserable world." Cornelius frowned at the funny little man and held out his hands. He felt the cold steel wrap around his wrists. A bind that could not be broken for now. Cuffs tight around his wrists and shackles around his feet, cornelius knew that his debt with stealing the vorpal sword was repayed, and when he looked into the mirror he would so another man. A man who had put his life in danger to save his children.
      The last thing he remembered that night was the graceful rock to sleep of the horse's canter. An icy fist clamped over his heart. Blackness.

Chapter 1. the beginning

The beginning of this story starts with a fire. Sometimes they destroy lives, Sometimes they end them, but this one changed the lives of many people. This fire was the small flame the people needed. The start of a raging inferno, so dangerous, that nothing could stop it. Something so amazing that it would set the world alight with its pure brilliance. Their eyes bright with the eternal flame that burns in our hearts.

   The flames licked the paint off the walls like ice cream, and the thatched roof caved in. seeping to the ground like sinking sand, the house was raised to the ground.

     Merlock and his father ran out of the burning house. Smoke spiralled out of the windows like to dark snakes. Elspeth leapt through the window, coughing. She carried only one thing. The most important – the vorpal sword. In a flash of fire, the house collapsed, and the ashen remains were the only thing left.

  The kings men galloped towards them on their horses. Their farther gave Elspeth a nod and she whistled. Out of the forest galloped a snow white unicorn- harmony. He bent his head low and Elspeth stroked his silky mane.

   “father?” merlock  asked as his father silenced him.

“the kings men have come to take me away. Beware the jabberwock my son, with claws that catch and jaws that bite. Beware the jubjub bird, and shun, the ferocious bandersnatch. Take this  vorpal sword and go forth to your destiny. I cannot be sure of what lies ahead, for both of us, but go while you can. Elspeth will show you the way. Goodbye my son… perhaps for forever.”

  And so he jumped upon the unicorn's back, with silver horn and snow white mane as he and his sister galloped to the unknown. One of them to meet their doom.

love poem xxx

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle -
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

hi everyone
mr howard,
i am writing in FULL ENGLISH and have written my story so there....

from now on i will write PROPER english :s

are we ment to do sentences?

The Kid In The Back Of The Class

© Nick

The kids pointed and the kids laughed
at the young man that sat in the back of the class.

The one with his head down
to conceal his lost frown,
the one whose face of confusion
led to all the student's intrusion.

Him feeling miserable was the children's desire
they most enjoyed teasing him of his attire.
From the clothing he would wear
to the weird styles of his hair.

As the children ridiculed him and called him names
the young man hid his face in great shame.
What was he to do when it was one vs. all?
Cause he knew what they'd do when they found him in the hall.

The bruises on his skin
were not punishments from his own sins.
But they were the cruelty for his differences,
and the consequence of his existence.

It was midday the next day when the school went under attack
the students inside had no time to react.
Everything was happening all so fast
and it all started right after that first blast.

Loud gunshots filled every hall
and blood was splattered all over every wall.
For thirty long minutes the rampage went on
until it finally ended with the death of the con.

When it was all over, reporters flooded the scene,
and asked everyone around what they had seen.
Students said they never saw the man
they said as soon as they heard the guns, they all just ran

Days later the school was still full of broken glass
but that didn't stop students from returning to class.
When class had started the students placed, under their desks, their feet.
and they all turned around to notice in the back that there was one empty seat...

by nick this poem is interesting

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JABBERWOCKY

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872) `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.
kay, next poem is my free choice hands down favourite poem EVER



"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 stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

my nxt poem is a b

The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough by Ellis Parker Butler

I am standing under the mistletoe,
And I smile, but no answering smile replies
For her haughty glance bids me plainly know
That not for me is the thing I prize;
Instead, from her coldly scornful eyes,
Indifference looks on my barefaced guile;
She knows, of course, what my act implies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

I stand here, eager, and beam and glow,
And she only looks a refined surprise
As clear and crisp and as cold as snow,
And as—Stop! I will never criticise!
I know what her cold glance signifies;
But I’ll stand just here as I am awhile
Till a smile to my pleading look replies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

Just look at those lips, now! I claim they show
A spirit unmeet under Christmas skies;
I claim that such lips on such maidens owe
A—something—the custom justifies;
I claim that the mistletoe rule applies
To her as well as the rank and file;
We should meet these things in a cheerful guise—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

ENVOY

These customs of Christmas may shock the wise,
And mistletoe boughs may be out of style,
And a kiss be a thing that all maids despise—
But look at those lips, do! They hint a smile!

allad and its quite nice...

today i have finally decided to do the homework! this is my old poem....

Along The Field as We Came By

ALONG the field as we came by
A year ago, my love and I,
The aspen over stile and stone
Was talking to itself alone.
‘Oh who are these that kiss and pass?
A country lover and his lass;
Two lovers looking to be wed;
And time shall put them both to bed,
But she shall lie with earth above,
And he beside another love.’

And sure enough beneath the tree
There walks another love with me,
And overhead the aspen heaves
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.

Alfred Edward Housman

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hi everyone,
i am updating you all about my life.
it is good.
bye xx

im sorry guys i have 2 put whats good about the funny poem :I I LIKE IT CAUSE its about a granny and the wind keeps blowing on her

inbox me guys xxx <3

granny by spike milligan
through every nook and every cranny
the wind blew in on poor old granny
around her knees into each ear
and up her nose aswell i fear

all through the night the wind grew worse
it nearly made the vicar curse
the top had fallen off the steeple
just missing him (and other people)

it blew on man it blew on beast
it blew on nun it blew on priest
it blew the wig of auntie fanny
but most of all it blew on granny :D

this poem is funny guys so plz comment xxxx

hey mr howard!!!