The Fleeting scenes of Sibyl Vane
Act one
There is an odd mist that lurks in the back streets of London. No one questions it, for this mist has always been here. Disguising horrors such as the crowded opium dens, the squalid gutters and equally filthy homes in which people are expected to live. Crime is as common as sin and sin is as natural to the residents
I wanted to do something new. I was so bored of the same old thing day in and day out. I couldn't stand being locked up at home anymore. I wanted an adventure. The world was full of wonderful things, but none of them were close to home. I was ready to branch out into the beautiful world around me
Margaret Dashwood was the typical young girl. She was pretty and unassuming. Unaware of the effect she had on the opposite sex and desperate to find entertainment anywhere. When a small traveling circus came to town the girl thought she would explode with excitement. The topic came up during one of the routine dinners she and her family were a par
Dearest Dorian,
Oh, Dorian. Merely drawing out your name on my lips creates this gorgeous image of perfection in my mind's eye, even now. This deep admiration has driven me through so many dark days as I conjured up your beautiful features upon a blank canvas, despite the very nature of the admiration itself being something that made me hide away from the prejudiced eyes of society.
I have heard so many people tell of the "corruption" of your soul but I have always stood by the image I carved into my imagination long ago, before you began to change. I can admit that now, that you are not the boy I remember the one who still smiles sweetly f
Monsieur Carton,
I would tell you what my crime be, if I knowed it myself. I know it not, however. i hear the turnkey say, I will be killed on account of having killed my father. (I do not know why he should think this; If the Marquis, the man I set out to kill, had been a relation of mine, I should not have been a beggar.) Another man, who calles his self Jacques, say that he is making a list of names for the King, that he will release me. I have no undrestanding of how the court see my crime, but to my own i, I had gone to the palise of the Marquis Evremonde, with the intention of revenge, and i had tried to kill some relation of his.