Dreams-are-our-lives

The test question reads, "Write about the effect this play had on you." This, is impossible to do. A play does not have an affect. I am a person. A play is text. I can say, "It was a good read." I can say, "I enjoyed the performance." But I can not say, "My life changed forever when I read it." My life is affected by life Words are words.

Inside the corset, beneath the skirts, and definitely underneath his skin, the bones and muscles of what was once a human 12-year-old mangled and crumbled together, he felt his body morph into shapes that he had no control nor continuity over. He had no thought – no anger at his powerful immaturity or that his butler had left him exposed in clothes so unbecoming of the last, living survivor of the Phantomhive line. “Worry not, my master – relief is coming.” The words were almost ignored upon the pain gurgling about his form. Ciel finally let out a guttural scream – if Sebastian was finally here, they were all a