Any body wanna guess who said those words? Thorn, you didn’t write that. Than who(m)? Take a Wilde guess.
Stefanie Allison enters our contest (for rules by which to make your own subversion-oops! submission!–just pull down the contest roll out from the menu bar(d).)
This waxes rather poetic, don’t you think?
Not to Be
by Stefanie Allison
He rubbed his hands after he replaced the quill pen that he lovingly nicknamed Juliet—after the love interest in his story—back in its inkwell. Pride pulsed through his veins alongside the pain from the cramps in his hands. A voice inside him told him he would change the world, and he believed it—so his practiced his faith on his parchment. He had to hurry though; he was due at the theater later that night, and he wanted to be there before his competition.
“Life will be so different when people hear this play,” he said, standing up. “And I am the man who wrote it.”
As his body crumpled to the floor, the man standing behind him took Juliet up and leaned over the play.
“You didn’t write this,” he said. “I did.”
The man scribbled “William Shakespeare” onto the page and disappeared into the night.