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Write a short passage about dawn. | The morn unbars her golden gate, and pale stars steal away. Birds, like merry pages, cry welcome to the sun. |
Write a short passage about night. | Night spreads her sable cloak upon the world. The moon keeps watch, and every tree doth whisper in the dark. |
Write a short passage about a storm. | The clouds do quarrel, and the rude winds roar. Heaven strikes the earth with fire, yet the old oak stands and groans. |
Write a short passage about a garden. | Here roses blush like maidens newly praised. The herbs breathe sweetly, and the bee is lord of every flower. |
Write a short passage about a lonely king. | The king sits high, yet comfort sits not near him. His crown is gold, but round his heart there lies a ring of frost. |
Write a short passage about a merry feast. | The cups go round, the torches burn, and laughter leaps from mouth to mouth. Even sorrow stands without the door. |
Write a short passage about the sea. | The sea doth heave his blue and mighty breast. Ships dance thereon like leaves, and gulls cry counsel to the wind. |
Write a short passage about winter. | Winter comes with a white beard and a biting hand. The fields lie still, and every brook is bound in glass. |
Write a short passage about spring. | Spring wakes the sleeping root and bids the green blade rise. The lark, glad herald, sings news of warmth and hope. |
Write a short passage about a brave soldier. | He goes where drums do call and fear would fain command retreat. His heart, being steel, yet keeps a gentle room for mercy. |
Write a short passage about a sad queen. | The queen's eye is a fountain held in state. Though jewels crown her, grief sits brighter than them all. |
Write a short passage about friendship. | A faithful friend is bread in hunger and fire in cold. When fortune frowns, his hand doth still remember thine. |
Write a short passage about a candle. | The little candle spends itself to comfort others. So doth virtue shine, though all the room conspire with darkness. |
Write a short passage about a forest. | The forest keeps a thousand tongues in leaves. There shadows walk at noon, and old roots clasp the secrets of the earth. |
Write a short passage about a beggar. | The beggar wears the wind for cloak and asks the world for crumbs. Yet in his eye there shines a spark no prince can buy. |
Write a short passage about a wedding. | The bells are loud, and every cheek is warm with mirth. Two hands are joined, and hope strews flowers in their path. |
Write a short passage about a graveyard. | The stones stand silent, each with a name half lost to rain. Here pride and poverty sleep in one impartial bed. |
Write a short passage about a mask. | The mask smiles though the wearer sighs beneath. Many a merry face is but a painted door to grief. |
Write a short passage about a messenger. | He flies with news as if the wind had lent him heels. His tongue may raise a feast or set a house in mourning. |
Write a short passage about a tavern. | In the tavern, jests are brewed as thick as ale. The bench is hard, the talk is soft, and every man is king till morning. |
Write a short passage about a river. | The river runs and tells no tale twice. It kisses reeds, bears clouds upon its back, and hastens to the sea. |
Write a short passage about a fool. | The fool trips lightly, yet his words strike deep. Under his cap and bells, truth finds a merry hiding-place. |
Write a short passage about a crown. | A crown is a bright burden. It glitters to the crowd, yet presses sore upon the brow that wears it. |
Write a short passage about a lost letter. | The letter lies unknown, folded like a sleeping secret. In that small paper rests a storm of hearts. |
Write a short passage about the moon. | The moon climbs soft above the sleeping roofs. She lends pale silver to the world and hears what lovers dare not speak. |
Write a short passage about an old sword. | The sword hangs rusty, yet remembers battle. Its edge is dull, but honour clings to it like dried blood. |
Write a short passage about a market. | The market rings with cries of fish, fruit, cloth, and coin. Each stall is a little kingdom, and every bargain a brief war. |
Write a short passage about a sleeping child. | The child sleeps as if angels kept the door. His breath is soft music, and care dares not enter. |
Write a short passage about a proud lord. | The lord struts wide, as though the earth were made to bear his name. Yet pride is a tall tower with a narrow stair. |
Write a short passage about rain. | Rain falls like heaven's quiet weeping. It darkens the road, feeds the root, and cools the fever of the dust. |
Write a short passage about a secret. | A secret is a mouse within the wall of the heart. Though hid from sight, it scratches ever in the night. |
Write a short passage about music. | Music enters where speech is barred. It makes the sad man remember joy and the glad man wish to dance. |
Write a short passage about a mirror. | The mirror gives back the face, but not the soul. Many behold their cheeks therein and miss the wrinkle of the heart. |
Write a short passage about a ship leaving harbor. | The ship spreads her wings of cloth and leaves the kindly shore. Behind her lie tears; before her, the vast and hungry blue. |
Write a short passage about a wounded hart. | The hart limps through the fern, his bright blood marking pity's road. Even the hunter's horn grows faint at such a sight. |
Write a short passage about a court dance. | Silks whisper, candles tremble, and measured feet do write delight upon the floor. Each glance is music's secret partner. |
Write a short passage about exile. | Exile makes the road a prison without walls. The banished man carries his country in his breast and finds no inn for it. |
Write a short passage about a ringing bell. | The bell shakes the air with iron tongue. It calls the living, mourns the dead, and startles thought from sleep. |
Write a short passage about bread. | Fresh bread is humble treasure, warm as a good hearth. A poor table blessed with it may scorn a cold banquet. |
Write a short passage about a locked door. | The door stands fast, keeping counsel with its key. Yet curiosity knocks louder than any fist. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: I am very happy. | I am most wondrous glad, and joy doth dance within my breast. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: Please come here. | I pray thee, come hither. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: Do not leave me. | Leave me not, I beseech thee. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: The night is cold. | The night is chill, and frost doth bite the air. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: You are my friend. | Thou art my true and trusty friend. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: I fear the king. | I do fear the king, whose frown is thunder to my heart. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: The bird sings sweetly. | The bird doth sing full sweet, as though the morn had taught her. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: I will go now. | I shall hence, even now. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: She is beautiful. | She is fair beyond the praise of common tongues. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: My heart is sad. | My heart is heavy, and sorrow sits upon it. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: This is bad news. | These tidings are most ill and bitter to the ear. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: Be quiet. | Peace, good sir; hold thy tongue. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: I do not trust him. | I trust him not; his smile hath too much shadow in it. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: The sun is rising. | The sun doth rise and gild the waking world. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: Give me the letter. | Give me the letter, I pray thee. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: I am angry. | I am wroth, and my blood burns hot within me. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: We must hurry. | We must make haste, ere time outrun us. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: The flower has died. | The flower is withered, and all her sweetness fled. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: Your words hurt me. | Thy words have pierced me sharper than a blade. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: I forgive you. | I do forgive thee, and let old wrongs lie buried. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: The road is long. | The way is long, and weary feet must prove it. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: He tells lies. | He traffics much in lies, and truth keeps far from him. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: The wine is good. | The wine is excellent, and warms the wit right well. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: I miss my home. | I do miss mine home; its very smoke were sweet to me. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: She waits by the door. | She waits beside the door, patient as evening. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: The child is asleep. | The child doth sleep, wrapped in innocent quiet. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: I have a secret. | I bear a secret locked within my breast. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: We are lost. | We are astray, and know not where the path hath fled. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: Hope remains. | Yet hope abides, a small lamp in a storm. |
Rewrite this in Shakespearean style: I love the spring. | I love the spring, when earth puts on her fresh green gown. |
Continue this passage: The door creaked open, and | a pale light crept forth, as if the chamber breathed a secret. I stood still, half bold and half afraid. |
Continue this passage: Upon the hill the shepherd saw | a silver cloud stoop low above the fields. He crossed himself and called his flock away. |
Continue this passage: The queen took the letter and | pressed it hard against her breast. Her face grew white, yet her voice remained a queen's. |
Continue this passage: When the bell struck midnight, | the candles bent as if a ghost had passed. No man in the hall dared speak first. |
Continue this passage: The young page ran through the rain, | clutching the sealed command beneath his cloak. Each puddle broke beneath him like a little sky. |
Continue this passage: I heard a song beneath my window, | soft as moonlight upon water. It named me once, and all my sleep was gone. |
Continue this passage: The old man lifted his cup and | blessed both friend and stranger. Then laughed he, though tears sat shining in his beard. |
Continue this passage: In the forest, the prince found | no throne but a mossy stone, no court but birds. Yet there his troubled heart grew gentle. |
Continue this passage: The candle died, and | darkness leapt to every corner. Only the rain spoke, tapping counsel on the roof. |
Continue this passage: She smiled, yet | her eyes confessed a sorrow deeper than her lips would own. Thus fair weather may cover thunder. |
Continue this passage: The soldier dropped his sword, | for he saw his brother's face beneath the helm. Victory turned suddenly to ash. |
Continue this passage: The fool entered singing, | and the lords looked sour upon his tune. Yet ere he ended, each man knew himself mocked. |
Continue this passage: The sea was calm, but | the captain trusted not her smiling face. Fair water oft hides a cruel tooth. |
Continue this passage: Under the willow tree, | two lovers set their vows like birds upon a branch. The willow heard and wept green tears. |
Continue this passage: The king's ring was missing, | and every hand in court grew suddenly suspect. Even silence seemed to hide a thief. |
Continue this passage: At break of day, I found | a rose laid quiet on the stair. No name was with it, yet my heart knew well the sender. |
Continue this passage: The beggar laughed at the lord, | for the lord had lost his purse and pride together. Fortune, that jester, clapped her hands. |
Continue this passage: The wind spoke through the broken tower, | telling old tales in a hollow voice. I thought the stones remembered every fallen name. |
Continue this passage: My brother returned at sunset, | dusty, pale, and silent. When he embraced me, I felt the whole war tremble in his arms. |
Continue this passage: The maid hid the ribbon, | yet its bright end peeped from her sleeve. Love is a poor conspirator when blushes bear witness. |
Continue this passage: A raven circled the tower, | croaking as though it named mischance. The guards crossed themselves and watched the gate. |
Continue this passage: The banquet ended, but | one cup remained untouched. All eyes turned to the empty chair beside the fire. |
Continue this passage: He swore he would return, | and gave me but a torn glove for remembrance. I keep it still, though years have gnawed the promise. |
Continue this passage: The moon fell upon the river, | broken into a thousand trembling pieces. So was my mind when first I heard thy farewell. |
Continue this passage: The child asked why the stars shone, | and the mother answered, to keep small hopes from losing their way. Then kissed she his brow. |
Write two lines of dialogue for an angry king. | King: Who dares cross my will and call it counsel? Speak, ere my patience crack like rotten wood. |
Write two lines of dialogue for a joyful servant. | Servant: Good news, good news! The house shall ring with mirth, and I will dance the dust from off the floor. |
Write dialogue for a jealous lover. | Lover: Why smiles he so near thee? O, that look was mine yesterday, and now I am robbed in daylight. |
Write dialogue for a grieving mother. | Mother: Call not this room empty; his absence fills it. Every toy he left behind doth cry my child. |
Write dialogue for a fearful guard. | Guard: I heard a foot where none should walk. If it be man, I fear his dagger; if spirit, I fear the grave. |
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