Tempest 7 (Ferdinand)

Miranda's father, Prospero, found out about me today. He has set me to work for him, and I work harder than ever.
Miranda sits on a stone near me, and watches me silently. I cut, and lift logs for firewood.
Although strenuous, my work never pained me. At times, I slipped, and Miranda would cry out, but in those times I was reminded our love- and through this work, I would earn her hand.

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Tempest 5 (Miranda)

The next few days were a blur to me. Father didn't know about Ferdinand, yet, but I would tell him later. I had been taking supplies from our store, and giving them to him. He had people he had to care for, too.
I couldn't make myself tell Father that I had been helping Antonio, indirectly. I hadn't seen him, yet I knew someone would eventually find out. I tried not to dwell on that, and make myself keep going. If Father found out about this, which he would, he would be terribly angry, and I couldn't bear the thought of being disinherited.
Ferdinand was the only way that I could keep going. We were hopelessly in love, and through that came our weakness.
When Father found out, he might order us to stay apart.

Tempest 4 (Ferdinand)

I raced back to the wreck, where (to my relief) they were stirring. "Father? Uncle?" I called. Alonso (my father) groaned, and turned over.
"Ferdinand?" His voice could barely be heard. "Ferdinand? Where are we?"
My father was never this weak- he was the king of Naples!
"I- Father, we are on an island. I saw a girl, and spoke to her."
"Good. Check on your uncle now." He closed his eyes.

Tempest 3 (Miranda)

I watched it- him-go. He bore slight resemblance to my father, the only non-deformed man I knew.
I wondered what he needed to do, but he likely forgot about his friends. Ariel, the fairy my father has, was playing his pipes, and it's hard to resist when a fairy does that.
From my limited knowledge of the world outside our island, I could tell we were in love. The way he stared at me, the way I thought about him- it was simple. I really hoped that he would come back.

Tempest 2 (Ferdinand)

I opened my eyes carefully. It appears that we have wrecked on an island of rock, but for some reason I hear music. Doing the thing that seemed sensible for a shipwreck survivor like me, I followed it.
 Before long, I saw what appeared to be a lump of cloth on the ground. It moved, and I realized it was a girl about my own age. She turned her face towards me, and stared.
"Why, look at it! It moves, and carries striking form. What is it?"
It was rather obvious that she hadn't seen a lot of men before. Only then did I realize how beautiful she was. She had eyes bluer then the ocean, and hair like obsidian. Her ruby lips stood out from porcelain skin. I was spellbound.
Then she gasped. "You must be from the ship I saw yesterday- are you?"
"Um," I cleared my throat. "Yes, miss, I am."
"Tell me- besides you, are there any survivors?"
It was my turn to gasp- I hadn't checked. I raced back to the rocks where I had woken up.

Tempest 1 (Miranda)

"Father, stop it!"
I  tugged at my father, Prospero's, arm, trying to get him to turn away. He stared at the mass of black cloud that hovered over a tiny ship. It plunged and twisted in the waves, and I knew that the men on board would die if he didn't stop.
The reason for this was simple- my uncle Antonio had banished Prospero and I to this island while he (Antonio) took over Father's dukedom, Milan. Antonio was on that ship, along with Alonso, the king of Naples, Alonso's brother Sebastian, and his (Alonso's) son, Ferdinand. Prospero held a grudge, of course, and now wished death upon him.
"Please, Father." I couldn't bear it if they all died, Antonio notwithstanding.
He kept his eyes to the storm, and didn't answer.

Tempest

I'm going to try to try (emphasis on try) to do Shakespeare's Tempest like my Romeo and Juliet. This is kinda 'Shakespeare month' for me, just to let you know!
Hey, it's fun! If anyone has any ideas on what to do after this one, please tell me.
Thanks!

Juliet 10 (epilogue)

Romeo and Juliet's parents found their children dead in the graveyard- Juliet with a stab wound.
The parents realized all that had occurred, and the feud was resolved.
A gold statue of Romeo and Juliet was erected by the Montagues and the Capulets, in honor of them.

Juliet 9

No. I cannot believe it. I woke up from my sleep, and saw Romeo next to me- dead. An empty chalice lay next to him; he poisoned himself. I have kissed him, but as I have not died yet, I shall stab myself with his knife. Life without my husband is not life at all, and I'd rather die than be without him as the wife of Paris.
My guess is that Romeo did not get the message, and thought I was dead. He killed himself for me.

I will leave this book in my hand, for our families to learn of us. They should know why their daughter and son died.
We loved. We married. We died together.
This is our story.
Goodbye, my friends and family (Montagues included.)
Juliet Capulet-Montague

Juliet 8

Well, this is it- when I next write, I should be living in a villa near Florence with Romeo. I am taking the potion now, stowing this diary in a hidden pocket in the folds of my dress.
Will write later!

Juliet 7

Friar Lawrence- the man who married us- has an idea. I will drink a potion that will make me appear dead, and my family will bury me. Then Romeo (Who has gotten the news from a friend) will come, rescue me, and we will flee to live happily ever after.
The friar will be here soon- I only hope it works.

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Juliet 6

My life is over.
Bette came in to my room this morning, and flung herself onto the floor, sobbing. When I asked her what the matter was, she told me that-

Well, I was betrothed when I married Romeo to another man, Paris. Because I am only thirteen, Father told Paris's family to wait a few years. Now, it has been decided that I will wed in three days- again. I cannot marry Paris- my husband is Romeo. The marriage is binding, and could never be annulled. The Pope himself couldn't argue about it, except for perhaps the part about being betrothed to another man, and our parents not approving (or knowing).
What can I do to escape the clamps around me?
Juliet

Juliet 5

I have chosen Romeo. My family can no longer matter in my life.

Juliet 4

I cannot believe it. Romeo- my Romeo- has killed Tybalt, my cousin. I am now torn between my family and my love.
The story it this: Romeo refused to fight Tybalt, but his friend Mercutio decided to. Romeo leaped in between them to stop them, but Tybalt stabbed Mercutio, and he died. Of course Romeo had to kill Tybalt, in revenge.
Who should I follow? I no longer trust my family's judgement, after I have met a Montague, but how can I trust my cousin's murderer?
I no longer know who I love.

Juliet 3

The man I kissed last night- he is Romeo, the son of Lord Montague. I cannot believe it, yet, I still love him. How could I not? He is a wonderful person, the opposite of what I heard in the stories. Today he has gotten his friend Friar Lawrence to marry us, and I await him now. Bette knows, and will help us.
Will write more later, she has come in looking rather distraught!
Juliet

Sagecliff is going to be an ebook!

Okay, peoples, this is important. In about a week, Sagecliff is going to be taken down. It's a depressing thought, I know- but pretty soon, it's going to be an ebook! I'll give you guys the information when it gets here, but in the meantime, take a walk down memory lane.

Juliet 2

You can see why I fear them. Heaven forbid they come to this party! I am coming out today- thus the hair, and the showing-off.
Anyway, Bette now insists I put my book away so I can get dressed. I cannot wait!
Juliet

The party was splendid. I would not be able to write this late normally, but I am now a woman, and I can make my own choices.
I met a man there. We've pledged our love for one another. He is not my betrothed (although I saw him there too), but it didn't matter- I'm head-over-heels, I'll admit.
The strangest thing- I still don't know his real name. It doesn't matter to me, though- I can love a nameless man just as easily as one named.

Juliet

Juliet 1

Hello there- I severely apologize for my terrible handwriting, but Bette is pulling my hair so violently I can barely write. Music can barely be heard from downstairs, and I cannot wait to join them. I've never been to a real one before. Mama says that I must preform something, whether it be a dance or a song. She wishes to show me off, in hopes that I would gain a good husband. I am thirteen after all, and at the age to marry.
Papa, on the other hand, was a bit more preoccupied about security, when I asked him. Our knights have a bad habit of falling asleep at the perfect time for some Montagues to  come in and wreck havoc. He's tried everything, but this time he had the apothecary make a potion to give energy. Papa is confident that it will work.
I, for one, am not. Our knights are so utterly daft that they would think a Montague was a Capulet if that's what they told them. And if they didn't think so at first- well, from what I've heard, the Montagues would be more then delighted to show off their pristine (or not so) fencing skills one-sided.
I never have learned why the Montagues are so feared. From all the stories Bette used to tell me, I could assume that they are greedy, and attack us for our wealth. I could assume that they are savage, hardly human creatures. Some of the more outlandish stories even portray them as werewolves, or even sorcerers who have bargained with the devil (for weeks after I heard that one, my hand was aching from crossing myself so much)! Now that I am older, I know that the werewolf one couldn't be possible, as our parties are always on the full moon, but for the sorcery...
We have had wizards and witches on trial here before, and I know they exist. I have never been near the courtroom during them, but all those who witnessed the trial always are shivering afterwards, no matter the temperature. One has even attempted to work magic at the trial, and the judge fell severely ill, and now is mad.