It's all in you're head...

I can't go back to sleep, I believe I may be going crazy. A little while ago I was awakened by the doctor and his assistant. They told me I had been talking to myself, and had gotten out of bed to walk around. Of course I didn't believe them, I am certainly not insane, and babbling nonsensically to oneself is certainly a sign of insanity. But that is not what  has caused me such horror. A few moments ago I noticed blood on my hands, I was shocked and tried to wash it off...it wouldn't come off! I do not know where this blood is from and of course, I know that blood cannot simply appear and then not disappear. What am I to do? Shall I rot away in my chamber, alone, trying to wipe away blood that will not be wiped away? Whose blood stains my hands with such a crimson colour? Have I gone mad? Is this a sign of guilt, perhaps I shouldn't have helped Machbeth in his plot to kil the king. (To be honest it was my plan but it wouldn't do any harm for the rest of the world to think it was all Macbeth's idea.) 
-Kendra Young

Chaos At My Banquet

This picture shows how Lady Macbeth really feel inside during the banquet

Today we had a banquet to celebrate my husband being King. Well, Macbeth did not supply me with the energy I hoped for during the festive. When you are the host of the party you should entertain the guests and demonstrate your best. However, Macbeth did the opposite. He frightened the guests instead “Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold.Thou hast no speculation in those eyes. Which thou dost glare with!( Act 3, Scene 4, Page 6)” They all looked at him funny like as if he had seen a ghost. Well I know for a fact that it is impossible for someone to see a ghost. Later that evening I had to save the party and remain a good hostess. At the same time I had to save my husband’s cover. To prevent Macbeth from ruining his own banquet I had to lecture him behind the guests “You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder. ( Act 3, Scene 4, Page 6)”. But he replied by saying he had seen a ghost. Well that is just crazy. I think Macbeth being a king has gotten to his head. After my lecture, Macbeth just kept up his strange actions throughout the banquet.  The guests kept on asking me questions like Ross “What things, my lord?”( Act 3, Scene 4, Page 6)” Shortly Macbeth was out of control! I just had to send the guests away. I truly did not want to be such a bad hostess to my guests but I was worried that Macbeth would go even more insane! Now i think that Macbeth may have hid something from me which caused his bizarre actions.Oh how I truly regret my actions, well it’s either sending the guests away or Macbeth doing more unpredictable action. I am now going to lecture my husband now so he does not embarrass himself even more as King.

 This videos shows what Lady Macbeth is fearing their relationship with Macbeth may become.

- Samantha Lee

After Murder of Duncan (Lady Macbeth) By: Piraaveenan

It has been done; my husband Macbeth has killed King Duncan. He knew it had to be done if he wanted to become the King of Scotland. I also played a part in this plan, although I didn’t murder Duncan, I did help. Getting the guards drunk wasn’t the challenge, but killing Duncan was, I just couldn’t find it in me to do it. He looked too much like my father. Gladly Macbeth was able to kill him; if he didn’t then it would have been that much harder for him to become the King of Scotland. After he had killed him and came back to our room he was covered in the blood of Duncan. Knowing that someone would soon discover the death of Duncan I told Macbeth to leave his daggers by the drunken guards and wipe the blood on their bodies. ”Go get some water, and wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear the sleepy grooms with blood” .The next morning was when Macduff came knocking at the door of our chamber. It was inevitable they had to discover the death of Duncan sooner or later. Macduff seems to be very suspicious of Macbeth; hopefully we do not get caught for our devious job.

The Raven's Croack

I must think of a plan to get my love the crown. The only thing stopping him now is King Duncan and his offspring. I must not let compassion and my own womanly sensitiveness interfere with what must be done to attain the crown. Nothing will get in my way of my dearest partner of greatness’ ambitions. I know Macbeth will feel guilty, cowardly and indecisive so I have to be there to encourage him along the way. Come, you spirits, that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty: make thick my blood, stop up the access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between them. When my thane of Cawdor returns to Inverness with his attendants who are staying the night (Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, Ducan, Donalbain and Malcom) Duncan will not live to see another morning. “The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements.” The raven is a symbol representing death and its usually harsh croak is even worse in the castle of Inverness for what is planned for Duncan. When Duncan is sleeping in his chamber tonight I will get his guards drunk while Macbeth kills him and then put the blood from the dagger onto the guards to frame them. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.

"Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd."

Great news has come my way! The messenger just sent me a letter from my lovely husband, Macbeth. It tells of three Weird Sisters approaching him, calling him 'Thane of Cawdor' and 'Hail, King that shall Be" King! This is the most wonderful news I could have hoped for. Macbeth deserves to be king. He is the most deserving, and I am determined to do anything and everything in my power to make it so. The faster he wears the crown, the better, although I fear Macbeth is to soft-hearted to take the fast route to fortune. He has alot of ambition, that's for sure, but he cannot be unprincipled when its neccessary. Macbeth would rather achieve the things he desires by a lawful means, but when push comes to shove, I know that he would rather win by cheating then lose. I vow to drive away all the doubts and obsticles that stand between Macbeth and the crown with my empowering words. Both faith and the supernatural seems to be pushing my husband towards the crown, and I will do everything I can to help push with them.