The 2nd Issue

Why “WitBrush”? We are not professional. We enjoy writing and sharing like most people. This magazine implements famous professional paintings as a combination with amateur pieces of writing. Yes, most of the images here are paintings that look very realistic. Read the blog and leave your comment, as your feedback is most welcomed Advertisements

The Merchant of Venice II- Act 2

  SCENE 1   (A street in Venice) Enter Shylock, Salerio and Solanio   SALERIO Behold the new Christian, Walks the streets of Venice wearing his old Jewish clothes. SOLANIO Easy Salerio, the new Christian has no money. (To Shylock) If thou want some ducats as a small loan I will give thee; On the…

The Shadow of History

  Another dark night softly envelops the cold streets of the ancient city, Thebes. All signs of the living have vanished into the void of the silent city, only the creeping shadows walk the corridors of the capitol. They are only as loud as the silence they break. Peasants, traders, all citizens have already retreated…

She

  With rosy smile and tender dimple she speaks Of silent melodies, seasoning my heart to their beats. A beaming bloom pervading my day, to gleam. Her frisky looks there flow, and I but deem It sinful with them Not to go. That seems A sensuous mouth of mild and melting flutters; Conspiring with her…

The 1st Issue

Dear all. This is the launch of our beloved magazine “WitBrush”. I hope you enjoy our posts when you check them out. If anyone wants to cooperate with us in this online magazine, we will be posting soon the help we need. Your comments and feedback are much appreciated. Mustafa Adel Abdel Gawad.

The Merchant of Venice II – Act 1

The Merchant of Venice II Act I SCENE 1   (A street in Venice) Enters Shylock SHYLOCK In the eyes of those Christians I am one of them. May they know that deep inside I am a Jew; But they are not letting me live free among my people. Cursed be there lives that led…

Smoke

Smoke. There has been always something so special about smoke to her. Something that took parts of her heart and flew up with it. Not to happiness, not to relief, but rather to oblivion. Something that took parts of her heart and just flew away. Just like everyone she’s ever known in her life. The…