Creeping slowly back into the dimly-lit bedchamber, Macbeth returns holding the bloody steel-metal daggers in his trembling hands,which were covered in all the gore from King Duncan’s body.

“What are you doing!?” shouted Lady Macbeth, while ferociously waving her hands in the air.

“W…wh…what do you…”

“What…what do I mean, what are you doing holding the bloody daggers?!” screamed Lady Macbeth.

“Go and put them back just like we had planned!”

“Go back, GO BACK? no, no, no, there is no way that I will let myself return there!”

Macbeth was really starting to worry about his wife’s  bad plan.His worried heart pounded like an enormous drum and was about to rip out of his armored chest.

“Just get out!!!”

“No no no!”

“You coward,if you cant follow a simple plan, then I will!”

Macbeth froze.He knew that if someone noticed her, they would be in serious trouble. Lady Macbeth snatched the crimson- bloody daggers and angrily stomped out of the bedchamber with her face as angry and as red as beetroot.

Sitting there and waiting, Macbeth couldn’t believe it.He was a brave and solid soldier and couldn’t do a simple deed. He was angry. Really angry. At himself.Although he killed lots of people at war, he knew that this was different. Very different.Nervous, anxious ,scared, Macbeth sat their waiting and trembling on the side of the bed.He could hear the silence of the late night haunting him with his deadly thoughts…

I hope that you have enjoyed reading my little Macbeth story!