Macbeth: A Fictional Narrative

Not surprisingly, Macbeth has received volumes of critical commentary over the years. Not only is the play an audience favorite, but its complex characterization, deeply woven themes, and characteristic Shakespearean style make it rich ground for scholarly inquiry. Critics such as Harold Bloom have remarked on the importance of Macbeth in the context of Shakespeare 's works. In Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human, Bloom writes, ' 'The rough magic in Macbeth is wholly Shakespeare 's; he indulges his own imagination as never before, seeking to find its moral limits (if any). ' ' Bloom also remarks, ' 'Macbeth is an uncanny unity of setting, plot, and characters, fused together beyond comparison with any other play of Shakespeare 's. '

“Macbeth” and “Macbeth retold” by Mark Brozel, share many comparisons yet have many vital differences.

It was not the voice they were familiar with to greet them. They had almost come to expect Mom’s warm, quipped voice, or perhaps Mrs. Fletcher’s sweet, pitched calls, given how many times it had happened in the third grade. They remembered the hot embarrassment of having her repeatedly yell to them in the middle of class, of having students snicker as their slow, sluggish returned to the present.

Shakespeare’s play ‘Macbeth’ is about the leading male protagonist succumbing to his ambition and need for power. Though Macbeth is liable for his own actions, he is not solely responsible for the events that eventually result in his downfall. Macbeth is corrupted by his wife, Lady Macbeth, as well as the three weird sisters. Macbeth’s contribution towards his downfall is his strong ambitious nature. Lady Macbeth is the person who induces Macbeth to assassinate King Duncan. The three weird sisters (witches) play with Macbeth’s ambitious nature and sense of security. Macbeth’s downfall is due to himself and two external factors.

“Talako, some of his friends, and I may or may not have gotten into a fight which resulted in the four of them on the ground.” I said and smiled as innocent as possible.

A humorless grin strained at Booker's lips, but his expression remained frosty. “You... were... what?” he asked, biting down on each word as though he were ripping the sentence apart with his bare teeth. “Consoling me? Making fun of me? Or are you trying to tell me in some clumsy way that you want me to bend you over the back of the couch and fuck you like a bitch? Is that it? Huh?”

In life, there are two types of people: those who do the right thing and those who don’t. In the play Macbeth, by Shakespeare, the main character Macbeth is given a prophecy by three witches that says he will become king; however, there is no descending line of kings of his own blood. With the knowledge of the Witches’ prophecy, Macbeth’s ambition, and manipulation from his wife, Lady Macbeth, Macbeth is quickly dragged into a never-ending, bloody murder rampage to obtain the crown and get rid of those who stand in the way of obtaining it as well. Macbeth constantly battles with his moral dilemmas; however, he easily falls victim to influences that go against his morals. Influences on major characters emphasize how easily one’s decision making can be negatively affected, resulting in one going against his or her morals/integrity.

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow / creeps in this petty pace from day to day.” These are words I reflect upon during this terrible time of anguish and grief. We gather here in sombre circumstances; the loss of an honourable wife, queen and woman that has added another casualty in nature’s bloody rampage. Tragically, over these past few months we have seen the deterioration of a great woman whose conscious ran deep, deeper than many here would have truly suspected.

“You were telling me how you got here.” He stopped looking at the ground. “I said you don’t have to talk about it.”

“Be quiet, or he’ll hear you.” She crawed out into the darkness again. Julius, who was now frozen with fear, asked with a high pitched voice,

His black hair was slicked back with too much grease and a scar of unknown origin traced his jaw. Ink crawled down his arm as though it were venom coursing through his veins. His imposing body struck fear into the heart that was once bursting with courage. It was too late to back down, but it did not matter . . . a hero never backs down.

“Help!” A woman’s desperate cry pierced the trees to his left. Macduff wasn’t blind to the traps that thieves set up along the roads, so he

“A king you would seem I said, said did I not?” The Creature cackled, the other Voices laughing all around him. The Voices dissipated just like that, their Voices left echoing in the hallway. Mack was now alone, the darkness shadowing his face and twisting it into something gruesome and cruel. He stood up and sauntered to the staff doors, pushing hair off his face with a dangerous smirk stretching his

"I don 't even wanna know." Brendon 's eyes widen a bit, he sunk in his seat even more.

“I don’t know Karter just calm down and act normal. These are the people who took us. We can’t let them know that we know their plan.”