Macbeth – Marley Rampton
The fog encased the castle like a cloak. It roamed around the dark mysterious woods that hid monsters in its shadows out of sight. The castle was impenetrable and solid.
The back-breaking wind threw itself at the castle. Within the walls, Lady Macbeth was passing up and down with her slithering cloak following behind her like a snake. Gasping for breath, Macbeth looked at his hands – now coated with the king’s blood. “What deed is done to be King?” Macbeth thought to himself. “This is a sorry sight,” said the soon-to-be King, mumbling under his breath.
“A foolish thought to say sorry sight,” said Lady Macbeth. Her snake-like face turned into a ruthless smirk; she wrapped her arms around him like he was a puppy dog. Hesitantly, he turned around to look at Lady Macbeth and said, “Methought I heard a voice cry, sleep no more-innocent sleep.”
“What do you mean?” Lady Macbeth said with a grin.
Macbeth turned his face, “Why did you bring the daggers from the king?” she screeched. She glared at him with distaste as he whimpered in the shadows.
“I’ll go no more, I dare not.”
The lungs of Lady Macbeth were blown away as if she was blowing out a candle.
“Infirm of purpose!”
She snatched the daggers away from him then vanished in a blink of an eye.
In what seemed like a second she was back. “Get some water and wipe this evidence from your hands.”