Laura Charlton Laura Charlton i(23556348 works by)
Gender: Female
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1 Laps Laura Charlton , 2023 single work short story
— Appears in: Going Down Swinging Online 2023;
1 Haml3t Laura Charlton , Sabina Donato , 2022 single work drama

'I am walking amongst the dead, and they love me for I am one of them.

'King Hamlet is dead. Claudius is king. Hamlet is for the first time meeting themselves, like a reflection in the undercurrent of a river. There's a red light in the forest, voices on the wind, the taste of a narrative decaying. You are here at the end of all things. The sun is setting. The river is swelling. This story won't die.

'Horatio is desperate for a happier ending, and when they find themselves in a strange, stitched-together timeline with three bickering Hamlets, they think they might have an opportunity to rewrite their world into something softer. Tragedy, however, has a power of its own, and if there's any story that knows how to survive, it's a Shakespeare.

'Exploring the legacies of love, violence, and storytelling, this new work from a group of emerging student artists opens up radical new possibilities in the realm of adapting Shakespeare. Multi-disciplinary and experimental, this is a production unafraid to look you in the eye and ask: why are you still sitting there, when you already know they're all going to die?'

Source: Melbourne Fringe.

1 Hill Country Blues i "named it la niña summer / silversky", Laura Charlton , 2022 single work poetry
— Appears in: Voiceworks , January no. 126 2022; (p. 85)
1 Some Animal Breathing Laura Charlton , 2021 single work short story
— Appears in: Voiceworks , November no. 124 2021; (p. 16-23)
'When I woke the next morning, I was sure she'd be gone. I opened my eyes and leaned into the confusion, slow to recognise the motel room I was in, the clean and unfamiliar sheets bunched around my knees. I didn't expect her, but I looked out the window and found her eyes, blinking slowly every few seconds. Her gaze was so deliberate that I could feel it running across my skin, like a tongue over teeth, searching for a sore spot. She had to bend to be able to see through the window because she was still on top of that immense horse, which stood calmly, occasionally tossing its head...' (Introduction)
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