The Playwright and Her Prince

The Playwright and Her Prince

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"I hear your voice my prince. It's crystal clear amongst a swirling evil attempting to cloud my mind in fear. Your words give me hope for a new day. A day in which we are free from the restraint of the times we live in." said Ariel, atop a brightly lit stage. The prince knelt beside her and said "My beloved we can one day be together. I swear it by my father the king!" What a foolish prince. "You can't promise things by right of your father! He hates me and he would sooner see me die than on the throne!" The prince knows not of what he speaks and yet he speaks with such eloquence. "Ariel, my princess, my love, please do not say such things. My father is an old man and his grip on the kingdom wavers. Within a few months it could be I on the throne." Ariel shouts "Cut! We are rewriting that line. His father is dying he wouldn't say that. Ok the line is my father is an old man his health is failing rather quickly. Soon the fate of the entire kingdom will rest on my shoulders. I need you beside me to rule the kingdom!"
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"Oh," he said, as my back hit the wooden wall. Damn it, of course. With nowhere to go, his arms locked me in between him and the wall. He stared down at me as he said, "So you're trying to piss me off?" His lips were surprisingly close to mine. No guy would ever be this close to me in real life, let alone me being able to handle it; I would've been so timid and afraid. But this was the dream world. I could speak and be as brave as I wanted to. "Yeah, I am," I said. "What are you gonna do about it?" He paused as his eyes looked between the two of mine. Then, he smirked and swiftly closed the gap between our lips. ~~ In a small town in New York, Hazel is your average quiet type. In a school full of clichés, she falls perfectly under the category of "nerd" and has her own little nerdy group of people she loves to hang around. They respect the fact that she's non-verbal. The thing that plagued her, surprisingly, is not her inability and refusal to speak, but her ability to go through anybody and everybody's dreams. This is not something she can control, nor something that's necessarily dangerous. It just happens. One second she's in darkness, the next second she happens to be in someone's dream. But, when she stumbles into a dream of a guy she never knew existed in her grade of 500 students, albeit his popular status, both her worlds get flipped upside down.

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