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