p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"emstrongWoah guys, it's been what a year? Well I'm very sorry for readers of my stories, currently I probably won't post any updates, this year has been a blur! This is just a rough short thing I did to help my little cousin with her Romeo and Juliet project, hope you enjoy it!/strong/em/p
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p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"Dear Diary,/p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"This all feels so surreal now. I had a diary back on Earth, a stupid idea suggested by the Prince of Verona, something to channel my anger issues apparently; I suppose he was another one of the deluded people that believed I had anger issues. But where was I… Oh yes I had a diary when I was…living? Is that the correct word? I'm not really sure what state of living I'm in now, but I just felt this need to write about what happened… Ugh now I'm sounding like that wimp, Romeo Montague./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"So anyway about what happened. So some acquaintances and I were searching for the fool Romeo to give him a piece of my mind, he had the audacity to come to emour/emparty, on emour/emland, to have what they call fun. All those vile Montague's had it coming for them. Uncle restrained me at the party and told me not to give chase. So I was just biding my time in the shadows, ready to pounce, When I saw that peace-loving Montague, Benvolio and Mercutio. I just happened to point out what foul company Mercutio was keeping. He looked a little riled up at this point and when I saw dear baby Romeo, he flew into a rage and challenged me to a duel./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"Now I, Tybalt Capulet may enjoy seeing the look of defeat on peoples' faces, but Mercutio while he may consort with underlings is still an ally of the House of Capulet, but Mercutio refused to back down. Though I have to admit it was thrilling, jousting with another who was almost at my degree of excellence, I felt something akin to pity for this poor man before me, who was "friends" with such a pansy and a liar. Then when this certain pansy and liar foolishly stepped into our fight, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to finish him once and for all, just a simple accident of course. Little Romeo must've saw the blow coming and moved, so I speared dear Mercutio in the stomach./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"Although I'm not scared of Romeo, the fire in his eyes caused me to scamper… Wait not scamper casually walk away. I felt slightly empty when I murdered Mercutio, not guilty, just slightly remorseful, I mean he was an ally and now Uncle would forbid me to be in the public eye for a little while./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"So Anyway I'm on the journey back to Uncles' feeling slightly melancholy, only slightly, when the next thing I know I'm on my back, blood coating my hands and my vision blurry. Soft hands grabbed me and hoisted me out. What surprises me most is that it's that coward Romeo. As I staggered, I noticed Romeo shakily point a gun at me and deliver some speech about I killed his best friend, but I could barely hear him over the thrumming of blood by my ears, I scoffed anyway though. A gunshot filled the air, pain encircles me. I can't believe he actually did it!/p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"My last acknowledgeable thought was emI wonder if this is how Mother felt when Romeo's Father slaughtered her in cold blood. /emThen I just drifted off into nothingness./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"And that is how I, Tybalt Capulet finally died./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"emTybalt Capulet/em/p
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p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"strongemIf you enjoyed that, make sure to leave reviews :) Maybe I'll post a few one shots in the up and coming year./em/strong/p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"strongemAnd no I haven't forgotten what's happening September 1st tomorrow at 11am/em/strong/p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"strongemJ x/em/strong/p
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p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"Dear Diary,/p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"This all feels so surreal now. I had a diary back on Earth, a stupid idea suggested by the Prince of Verona, something to channel my anger issues apparently; I suppose he was another one of the deluded people that believed I had anger issues. But where was I… Oh yes I had a diary when I was…living? Is that the correct word? I'm not really sure what state of living I'm in now, but I just felt this need to write about what happened… Ugh now I'm sounding like that wimp, Romeo Montague./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"So anyway about what happened. So some acquaintances and I were searching for the fool Romeo to give him a piece of my mind, he had the audacity to come to emour/emparty, on emour/emland, to have what they call fun. All those vile Montague's had it coming for them. Uncle restrained me at the party and told me not to give chase. So I was just biding my time in the shadows, ready to pounce, When I saw that peace-loving Montague, Benvolio and Mercutio. I just happened to point out what foul company Mercutio was keeping. He looked a little riled up at this point and when I saw dear baby Romeo, he flew into a rage and challenged me to a duel./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"Now I, Tybalt Capulet may enjoy seeing the look of defeat on peoples' faces, but Mercutio while he may consort with underlings is still an ally of the House of Capulet, but Mercutio refused to back down. Though I have to admit it was thrilling, jousting with another who was almost at my degree of excellence, I felt something akin to pity for this poor man before me, who was "friends" with such a pansy and a liar. Then when this certain pansy and liar foolishly stepped into our fight, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to finish him once and for all, just a simple accident of course. Little Romeo must've saw the blow coming and moved, so I speared dear Mercutio in the stomach./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"Although I'm not scared of Romeo, the fire in his eyes caused me to scamper… Wait not scamper casually walk away. I felt slightly empty when I murdered Mercutio, not guilty, just slightly remorseful, I mean he was an ally and now Uncle would forbid me to be in the public eye for a little while./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"So Anyway I'm on the journey back to Uncles' feeling slightly melancholy, only slightly, when the next thing I know I'm on my back, blood coating my hands and my vision blurry. Soft hands grabbed me and hoisted me out. What surprises me most is that it's that coward Romeo. As I staggered, I noticed Romeo shakily point a gun at me and deliver some speech about I killed his best friend, but I could barely hear him over the thrumming of blood by my ears, I scoffed anyway though. A gunshot filled the air, pain encircles me. I can't believe he actually did it!/p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"My last acknowledgeable thought was emI wonder if this is how Mother felt when Romeo's Father slaughtered her in cold blood. /emThen I just drifted off into nothingness./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"And that is how I, Tybalt Capulet finally died./p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"emTybalt Capulet/em/p
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p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"strongemIf you enjoyed that, make sure to leave reviews :) Maybe I'll post a few one shots in the up and coming year./em/strong/p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"strongemAnd no I haven't forgotten what's happening September 1st tomorrow at 11am/em/strong/p
p style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"strongemJ x/em/strong/p