She introduced herself as Shakespeare, setting copies of The Bard’s work on her bookshelf, talking over her shoulder to her new roommate. She was a writer, an actor, a girl who would impulsively cut her hair with kid’s scissors if she was having a bad day.
Shakespeare wrote stories, plays. She wrote all of the stories The Bard would have written, had he the time, had he the mind. She would sit in the theatre and get other actors to read the lines for her, see what was natural. When she didn’t want to write plays, she wrote sonnets, responding to what The Bard had written or composing something original.
The Fair Folk liked her.