Raggi- Hello lovelies! This is a little thing I had to do for English class last semester. We had to write a diary entry for a character in Romeo and Juliet, and so I chose Benvolio, my all time favorite character. It was kind of hard though, not to imply a relationship between Ben and Mercutio, because as anyone who's read my other Shakespeare fic (The Great Shakespeare/Everything Crossover) knows that I'm a huge Bencutio fan-girl. But I digress, anyways… Later she wanted us to expand on a past journal writing, and instead of doing one of the short essays or memoirs like the others, I got up and read this. Now, I'm not bragging, but I think I may have actually mystified the class… I felt really good about the rather stunned applause…. It made me feel awesome, so I decided to put it up because I'm super proud of the reaction I had on my class.
Dear Diary,
I awoke fairly early this day, stirred by an oddly dismal vision that thrilled me with dread and despair. It was of bloodshed, a mighty brawl that ended the world. In the ashes of the city, I remember seeing two human hearts, bleeding on the dusty, broken cobblestones. A dove rose from a dwindling flame and soared into the gray, dirty sky. A single, pure feather fell, painfully slow, and as it landed on the hearts, shadowy figures began to emerge from the ashen darkness, and I then awoke.
Wanting to escape the muted lighting of my curtained bedchamber, I dressed, and quickly rushed to the village square. Sudden horrific nostalgia shocked through my being when, in my lovely city's heart, I laid eyes upon the servants of my house attempting a quarrel with those servants of the house Capulet.
For fear of the vision that just the night before had visited my mind's eye, I drew to stay their growing row. Yet, as I did so, the villain Capulet, the Prince of Cats, the mighty and despicable Tybalt arrived, and drew me into clashing.
With fear in my breast, I saw around me that a full-fledged civil brawl was brewing up. Just as it was verging on growing out of control, Prince Escalus, Mercutio's kinsman, rode up and ceased our fighting, causing me great relief.
But an unexplainable sense of unease bubbled up within me when he decreed that any more brawls and our lives could end. The candle is growing dim, and I shall need my rest, for Mercutio announced a brewing scheme. Adieu.