The torrential rain whipped against the ancient brick walls, as the mist hugged the castle making it barely visible. A slither of moonlight appeared through the clouds as they carried on moving in the same formation. The tapping of Lady Macbeths long fingernails echoed down the hall. Her face, as pale as the moon, was becoming angry and impatient and her piercing eyes widened. The thunder roared as the owl screeched. Out of nowhere, Macbeth ran into the room and mumbled, 

“I have done the deed.” 

Beside the murderer, Lady Macbeth hissed, “No need to be ashamed, future king.” 

Slithering towards her husband, Lady Macbeth turned her worried face into a smile. She whispered in his ear, “You will claim all the power like the witches said.”  

Seconds later, the Thane of Cawdor showed his wife the bloody daggers, worried about what she was about to say. His wife’s pale face soon turned blood- red with pure anger. She stormed towards the candle and puffed it out stealing all the rest of Macbeths inner hope. 

“Go put the daggers back! the serpent exclaimed cold-heartedly. 

“I will go no more,” Macbeth sobbed. 

“The dead are nothing more than paintings, they will not talk to you, said Lady Macbetwith an enraged tone. 

Infirm of purpose” she yelled at the top of her voice while snatching the daggers out of Macbeths hand. She sprinted to the guards meanwhile ripping her dress.  


The wind screamed through the trees; the mist hugged the castle like there was nothing behind. Suddenly, the rain lashed down; the thunder roared like a lion and the lighting struck. The castle stood strong against the storm. Devastated, Macbeth entered the luxury private castle room with guilt etched  on his face. Staring down at his bloodstained hands, he cried. 

“This is a sorry sight!” 

“A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight,” hissed Lady Macbeth. 

Go get some water, and wash this filthy witness from your hands, and why did you bring though daggers back to this place?” 

 Macbeth replied nervously, “I’ll go no more, I’m afraid of what Ive done I dare not. 

At that moment, the draft running through the castle caused the colossal creaky door to slam shut, blowing the dim candles out. 

 Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead are silent as pictures.” 
Lady Macbeth snatched the daggers out of Macbeth’s hands.  

“Infirm of purpose!” shouted Lady Macbeth.  

Her dress tagged along he as her black shoes echoed down the gloomy hallway. 

The Story of Macbeth

The clouds looked down at the petrifying castle. Moonlight shone through the enormous windows, casting horrifying shadows. Rain thudded onto the castle’s roof and a bitter draught crept through the holes in the brickworkInside the imposing castle walls, was Lady Macbethpacing around in the lonely room. The elegant young lady took a seat on the chair and began to tap her long pale fingers on the ice-cold stone wall, awaiting her husband’s return. There was then a blood-curdling shriek. Then there was an immense thud on the door…  

Macbeth came pounding into the bare roomtrembling with fear, whilst holding two daggers in his handswhich were covered in blood.   

“This is a sorry sight,” mumbled the king to be.  

“A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.” hissed Lady Macbeth.  

Macbeths hands started to shake.   

“Why did you bring these daggers from the place?” complained Lady Macbeth.  

“Go! Carry them and smear the grooms with blood.”  

Macbeth looked up at her and told her, “I’ll go no more!” 

Lady Macbeth cried, “Infirm of purpose!” 

“There’s one did in ‘s sleep, and one cried murder!” stammered Macbeth. 

Wandering around the room, Lady Macbeth began to grip her husband’s shaking shoulders.  

“One cried God bless us! And Amen the other,” the murderer explained to his wife. Her long black hair swayed in the wind, which was coming from the window. 

Outside, the trees in the distance were bending in the horrific storm. Brushing past the dazzling candle, Lady Macbeth snatched the daggers from his hands. 


By: Evie