A Short explanation.

A short story about a gangster who was special.

The world is a stage and we do is just like acting our parts.

Could you rehearse you life and control it as if you were a puppet?

A story by me that I found in a draw for a long time ago.
made it in 5. grade.

“My agony was terrible. Barely forty-eight hours after my violent death, on June 1, 1593, I was buried. Hastily. But hey, baby… We do know better… don’t we”?

A secret part of my biography. Here is the true story of how I saw Christopher Marlowe for the first time… really. I still hear someone whisper: “What nourishes me, destroys me…”.

The Ensemble Studio Theatre knows how to put on a show.

Thoughts.

I can’t explain what life really is; that’s for you to figure out.