"She should have died hereafter:
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
(Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act V Scene V)
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The Jealousy of a Caged Angel
HorrorYoung protagonist finds themself in love with an actress that they've never even met, although it seems that love has mutated into obsession, and that obsession into jealousy, and then jealousy into death. Love is such a dangerous thing when it star...
