Creative Writing: Fiction and Poetry Inspired by “Macbeth”

I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling until I hear his breathing slow down, and that is when I slowly turn my head and see his eyes closed and his face calm. I pull the thin sheet off my body and stand, pacing to the end of the room and back towards the bed, my hands shaking with rage and my head pounding from all the stress of the night.   I thought that he would be able to handle th...

Dear,   I am a floating body in water. Morning arises, and I no longer acknowledge existence.  Thirty minutes and thirty seconds in the washroom. The mirror has become my antagonist. My heart pumps and I touch my chest. My vocal cords vibrate and I feel my neck. My body moves ever so slowly, and so I stop. I can’t let go of the violence and it burns right through me. How did I g...

12.29.1040 The weather is very dreary. Dark and cloudy skies filled the entirety of the the house we currently reside at. Macduff believes that we must be very careful as to not get caught. I have only recently been acquainted with him, but he is a fine gentleman. I at first, had hoped that I wouldn’t get too close to the sir, but he was the most but charming. Many things lead to another, and now I...