Rewriting Macbeth
Author - Olivia W 5BW
Beyond the cold, misty darkness, gigantic lightening bolt screamed as it hit the spelling, muddy
ground. The thunder, not far behind as deafening as a doorbell. The rain also crashing down heavily in the
pitch black night. Like a wolf, the wind fiercely howled. On a low deserted heath, three ghastly figures
wandered around. They all had dreamer like eyes, and sharp, jagged teeth that were a bright, dirty yellow.
It was perfectly clear who they were, the witches.
All of a sudden, one of the witches looked up devilishly. “When shall we three meet again, in
thunder, lightening or in rain?” she cackled, helplessly sniggering away.
“When the hurly-burly’s done, when the battles lost and won!” the second exclaimed with joy.
“That will ‘ere the set of the sun,” the third witch answered, her eyes lightening up disturbingly.