"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -Macbeth" Riiiiiiiiiiiight, I'm Jonathan, I'm a nineteen year-old first year undergraduate (English, Psychology and Spanish with Theatre and Performance if you're interested) and I write. Sometimes. Swearing, violence, dark endings and some black humour are what my writing is about. My most recent works would be: -Christmas Bells Are Ringing -This Just In:You're Going to Die -A Fifth String, An Eleventh, A High C So, if you want to give any of those a read, by all means, I'd greatly appreciate any feedback OR OR OR if you'd like, I will critique one of your works (because I do critiques, I DO CRITIQUES, WOO) and you could perhaps critique one of mine? Ok, cool. This is great. Seriously.