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Creative Writing Of Hamlet
| Term Paper Title | Creative Writing Of Hamlet |
| # of Words | 515 |
| # of Pages (250 words per page double spaced) | 2.06 |
Creative Writing of Hamlet
Brad Zomick
I guess I have been oblivious up to this point. I knew things were
getting weird but I didn't realize the magnitude of it until my dead father rose
from the grave to explain things to me. I remember back in the day when things
were good. Now everything is rotten. Father is dead and mom is married to
Uncle Claudius, who is also king. How did I not see what was going on? I never
suspected mom of cheating on dad. I guess it was possible because he was always
away being a good king. But how could mom help Claudius kill dad, her husband?
I really never paid attention to what mom or Claudius did around the
castle when dad was away. He was away a lot, fighting wars, signing treaties,
and being king. He was a busy guy. He always told me to keep things in order
when he was away. I guess I screwed up. I remember one incident in particular.
I was must have been eight years old at the time. Dad was going to
fight in Norway. We had a talk before he left. We sat down in the courtyard.
It was a beautiful day and dad's presence was like another sun. He seemed to
glow as he spoke to me. He said, "Hammy, I will be away for a while. I want
you to watch mommy, and guard our fortress from invaders. Take this. It will
help you be strong." He gave me a small gold dagger. He left that afternoon
and I knew he wouldn't be back for a long time.
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