Macbeth Stories

Macbeth by William Shakespeare Full script I do not own this story

A dream, a picnic, Macbeth. How can all of these things be related to each other? To Chelsea LeClaire, she's merely trying to enjoy a perfect day lying under the sun with her little twin brother, Chester, and Jared Dellinger, her boyfriend. What about the fact that she seems to be going blind...?

IT'S BACK BITCHES

Lady Macbeth. Some may say her name was a curse, the reason she turned out the way she did. Having parents who loved English literature had its ups and downs. Lady never had many friends, maybe it was her name, the bane of her existence. She did always have Stiles though, the hyperactive boy next door. He was always there for her... or so she thought. Around the age of 15 Lady and Stiles had begun studying Macbeth, and oh boy is this where her life went down hill. Teen Wolf x OC The plot is mainly mine, however it will follow the Teen Wolf plot slightly <3

A terror inducing tale about the curse of Macbeth. 15 young students preforming a play, what could go wrong? Let's find out.. Shall we?

Meredy gets a concussion. Her recovery aided by Crime Sorciere. More parts of the story to come. I think of it as I go.

What happen before Banquo's spirit decide to appear in front of Macbeth? Or after? Or in between? He will tell you. #3- The ambys 2021

This is a spinoff of the play "Macbeth" by William Shakespeare. In the story Macbeth wants his beloved family back from the dead and is determined to go through any length to do just that. His only option, the witches.

There's this man who wants to be the main dragon slayer in earthland. Liore wants to take him down. Natsu and his team want to help. Will they succeed? Read and find out. P.S: This is my very FIRST story on Wattpad. Just bare with me here. THX!!!!!!!

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Poems of literature and pain, love and heartbreak through the eyes of Nephele [meaning: cloud], a persona of mine. Things I've not lived, things I've not seen, yet are all things I've felt and my caged heart has tasted. Enjoy this tragedy, for apparently one's pain is another's enjoyment, or anothers comfort...

Stuff I wrote for school All are my own work

They were only here for her, then she left with him. nothing else is keeping them here, so why stay?

What is love but a game? A mere chance of fate, a roll of the dice, and everything can be changed in a flash. Love can be complicated. Some people do terrible things, so they can't feel love. But, anyone can redeem themselves so that they will be able to. Jellal lost his mind, and can't return to the path of light with his childhood love. Meredy lost her stepmother, and can't forget her, no matter what. Cobra lost his eye, but he can still hear her voice. Sorano lost her sister, but still searches for her. Macbeth lost his father, but gained his freedom. Richard lost his brother, but still wishes to cross paths with him again. And, nobody really cares about Sawyer. Crime Sorciere wishes to redeem themselves by stopping those who walk in the dark. But, sometimes even vigilantes need some help. When an extremely powerful dark guild starts causing chaos, Crime Sorciere needs to all upon three other people to help them. And what a bunch they are.

Well, so these are Midnight x Cobra pictures (my creation). I try to draw my best. :) Warning: boyxboy If you don't like this ship, don't continue.

Zenjago 1920s Detective/Mafia AU Co-written with the love of my life, Sky &lt;3 (@stormysky-) TRIGGER WARNINGS: - blood/gore - cursing - death/grief PREVIEW: "Detective Julien?" Skylar pressed the telephone receiver to his ear much harder than necessary. From across the office, Harper - Detective Smith - waited with bated breath. Beside her, Zap - Detective Farrow - crossed her fingers and her toes. "Good news, good news, good news," she muttered. Suddenly, Skylar groaned, slamming the phone down. "We've got another one," he relayed through gritting teeth. "Fucking gods." Harper resisted the urge to throw the very important papers stacked before her. "We have a serial offender on our hands, don't we?" Skylar grimaced, affirming the thought. "First Master, maybe I'll get lucky and be the next victim." - 🔍 - "Tally it up!" Ally exclaimed, slamming the door to their shared office open with a wide smile. "That's another one for me, which means-" She gestured at the chalkboard of tally marks with excited jazz hands. Morro sighed as he pushed himself up from his desk. "You're ahead," he finished dejectedly. "Catch up, old man." The boy narrowed his eyes over his shoulder, chalk now in hand. "We're the same age." Ally waved him off as she collapsed into her chair, admiring her work represented by the numerous tally marks accumulating under her name. "We should tell boss-man we're ready for more! I'm too good at this, it's lame now." "This early? Are we ready?" "Of course not," the woman laughed. "But wouldn't it be fun?" Morro couldn't help but grin as well. "For once, you aren't wrong." With that, he struck another tally on the board.

A poem initially inspired by the play, Macbeth.