It was a dark, lonely night for Hamlet. He was sitting on his sofa and he started reading. Nothing was as silent as his thoughts. But the anger of Gertrude’s on was noisier, because he had had an argument with Claudius. Then Hamlet went to sleep. Here begins my story:

I’m the servant of this palace. I have an extraordinary power: I can hear what the objects say. My friends are Hamlet’s sword, Ophelia’s necklace, Gertrude’s curtain and Laertes’s poison.

At seven o’clock yesterday the objects were having a nice dinner and talking to each other about their problems.

‘Do you think that…am…my lady loves your lord?’ asked the necklace of Ophelia first.

‘Yeah, maybe. Why?’, replied Hamlet’s sword.

‘We could also date together. That’s charming, isn’t it?

‘Sorry, but I think I have a more important problem than you have’, said Laertes’s poison.

‘What do you mean by this?’ enquired Gertrude’s curtain.

‘Perhaps it’s significant for you that I will kill the son of your lady. Actually, not just me, my lord is going to use me. I’m going to die and it’s all Claudius’s fault! We must do something.

‘Wait! I have an idea! We must destroy the poison.

(The sword stabbed into the vial filled with poison and the two objects thought this way they would hinder Hamlet’s death. Nevertheless, the poisonous liquid stuck to the blade. On the whole the objects didn’t manage to save Hamlet.)

2008