Macbeth Story

A castle lay beyond the dark misty fog. The lights were off, the silence of death filled the air. 

In the castle, the King sat down wearing his crown. The guards stood like statues; the birds were frightened of death.   

Lady Macbeth was pacing until Macbeth had done the deed. He came back with red dripping bloody hands, carrying a dagger in each hand. Lady Macbeth reached out to his hands. 

I have done the deed!” muttered Macbeth. 

Ok, but what in the world is that on your hands? Go and wash your filthy hands and go put those daggers back immediately 

“I thought I heard a voice cry.” 

“What are you talking about?” Lady Macbeth grabbed his shoulders and shook then angrily. 

“The voice kept crying sleep no more. I can’t go back! They will know what I have done.” 

“Coward! Give me the daggers.”  

Lady Macbeth silently took the daggers and strode out the room to leave the daggers to frame the guards. 

The next day, a guard found the dead body on the ground and shouted, THE KING IS DEAD!”  

Everyone was suspicious about who had killed the King, but no one suspected Lady Macbeth and Macbeth. 

Macbeth Story

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.”