My name is William Shakespeare and my mother is Charlotte Brontë. My father is The Mayor of Casterbridge, but I live with my uncle who is The Merchant of Venice. Today is The Twelfth Night after my birth day. I have Great Expectations. I was reading the Sheldom Book of Verse when my aunt, Jane Eyre died. That night, Things Fall Apart. I dreamt of a creature wearing The Crown of Thorns. Being Papa’s choice, I am of age and I Will Marry When I Want, for The Beautiful Ones Are Not Yet Born, and this night there will be a Murder In The Cathedral. We were No Longer At Ease but The Gods Are Not To Be Blame.
Compiled by: Ayukoben Ayamba
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