comment

You should thank Yanessa for her comment about the Eq. You borught it back to power to help wrap it up. Well done Daniel. You have creatively shown M's development and transformation throughout the play. You have brought in some good examples from the play to show his integrity and his change from it. I like how you referred to Neptune's seas. You have definitely demonstrated his evolution as a character. Good work.

Journal Entry 8

These nightmares just never seem to end. My conscience has finally taken control over my body. I feel only guilt and regret for the actions I have gone through with. Every time I look back onto the things I’ve done in the fairly recent past, I cringe at my own actions and set myself in shame. I do not know the location of my husband for almost 100% of the time, and I’d rather not know if he’s been feeling the same pain as me for doing such things to other innocent people. Was my greed for power too much for my own mind to handle? 

But no, of course not… Power is never too overwhelming for a human.. especially such a human like myself. But then, if I am such a human, why does my heart continue to pull the strings that tighten my body, making it hard to think, breathe and live? I find no reason for my life on this cruel yet beautiful planet anymore. Through all the things I have done, I am for once unsure about what I actually want. 

This just might be the last entry to my journal.

Journal Entry 7

I’ve been having the weirdest dreams ever for the past few days… It’s just me, walking to a sink, and washing the blood off my hands repeatedly… blood that seems to never disappear. The guilt in my mind for planning and committing murders within my country has been eating away at me, I will admit. But I didn’t know that this seemingly small guilt would exponentially grow into such horrifying yet terrific nightmares… I always seem to remember certain lines of my dreams, in particular something about the overwhelming strength of blood in my hands, immune to the washing for the finest perfumes of Arabia and all the oceans’ water from Neptune. These dreams have been truly detrimental to my everyday life, I can’t seem to fall asleep normally and the process of waking up is equivalent to being released from a murderer’s chokehold.

The strangest part about these dreams, is that strangely enough, when I wake up in a cold sweat, I find my hands somewhat wet… I wonder how I can rid of this guilt. I mean, what I did only benefited me and nothing more, right?

Journal Entry 6

So, it’s been a long time since I updated this journal, not much exciting seemed to happen in my life… Well, not that I can even remember of. Ha. But today my husband invited some of his company including Banquo… Who didn’t ultimately show up for one reason or another… But anyways, the dinner was going great, the food was quite delicious I must admit… Really made my taste buds dance and celebrate. Well, they sure were until my husband started going mental and hallucinating… 

Oh right, he had sent men to kill Banquo… That would explain his absence, oopsies my bad. 

But still, he was seriously scaring me and the guests… And I’m pretty sure that the guests were getting really suspicious! It was honestly too risky for me to get caught as part of this act… And… well…. Bad for him to get caugh too… I guess… So I kept telling everyone that if they paid attention to Macbeth, he would only feel embarrassed and more upset… I tried to dance it out and distract the guests by stuffing them with more food, but Macbeth seemed to steal the spotlight… very unfortunately. Wow, it was soooo frustrating ‘cause I just couldn’t get Macbeth to stop ranting on about non sense that nobody else could see and muttering.. or more like shouting… what seemed to be confessions and denial about his actions… The man I married did not ever once in his life act so foolishly… If I had known that he were to act like this in such dire situations, I would have certainly never have even agreed to meet him on a friendly basis. But I was really relieved once the company left: relieved beyond belief… As if the whole entire Scotland had been lifted off my shoulders… and other parts of our neighbouring countries too. 

That was a loooooong night… I hope that they don’t get any longer than that.

Journal Entry 5

Pretty much moments after we slaughtered those 3 men, someone rang the bells to declare that the king had been killed…. Gave me a total heart attack and I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty scared if the king’s sons were going to find out about the very beneficial deed (in my opinion at least) that my husband and I completed. And of course, my husband would have to start rambling on about unnecessary things and totally be on the verge of ratting us out, so I had no choice but to distract the men and allow this nerve-wracking conversation to halt… Falling down on purpose wasn’t as easy as I thought… But it got rid of them.

Journal Entry 4

So we set off to do the plan and like, drugged the King’s attendants so they’d obviously be sleeping pretty well… Haha. But I wasn’t able to take the knife into King Duncan myself ‘cause… well… He reminds me too much of my father… So I gave the knife to my husband Macbeth and forced him to go kill him… Which seemed to make me feel much less guilty and much more pleased in the end, even if I was against myself killing him. Lol, oh well. After we killed the king, we had to frame the two attendants and like, totally kill them to rid of any chance of us getting caught… So I took the two other knives and stabbed them… It was pretty gruesome and unladylike, I must admit. However, it had to be done to reach my goal… I mean, our goal… Cough. 

Journal Entry 3

Ugh, how frustrating… There I am, revealing my amazing and flawless plan to my dear husband, but all he can do is counter my magnificent ideas with his kindness and human heart. Honestly, is he even a man for not being able to even consider taking action with my plan? I was pretty mad, not gonna lie, so I yelled at him and totally called him a coward and stated his unfathomable lack of manliness… Pretty funny to see my husband crash like that, but I honestly needed to nail it into his head for him to realize the power and prestige we would obtain through this plot. What felt like hours later, my husband finally gave in and accepted to follow through with my plan to kill King Duncan… 

Took him long enough…

Journal Entry 2

My heart is beaming a pearly white smile. Such a miracle has been bestowed upon me today. So there I am, with my husband in my house, then suddenly we get this random unexpected news of King Duncan coming over to have dinner with us and stay overnight. My heart began beating like… something that beats really fast… Don’t judge me k? But anyways, I knew that this was the perfect time to truly make that prophecy happen. I just knew that if my husband obtained the power that can be possessed by only a king… 


I’d be beyond happy… Wouldn’t I? 


But dang, I still have to think of a plan to take Duncan’s life and make a king out of my husband… This is a really difficult plan to organize and execute, but there’s not much I wouldn’t do to obtain a form of such prestige power.

Journal Entry 1

So I was walking around the kitchen searching for something to eat and all of a sudden I stumble upon this letter on my table… Yeah, don’t remember how that got there. I picked it up and it was from my husband (who is Macbeth, duh). My eyes were totally going crazy and my jaw dropped when I read about this whack story of Macbeth receiving some prophecy from a bunch of witches that he’s going to be king. Obviously at first I was pretty sceptical. But after thinking it over, in a world as crazy as this, I thought it was pretty possible. After all of that happened, I just sat down and started to think this stuff over ‘cause it’s pretty crazy… 

But what would it be like to have a king for a husband? Yeah, that would be nice… 

If only there was a way to fulfill such a prophecy…