Vendetta - Macbeth Adaptation

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English Coursework - Macbeth adaptation

As she looked into the sky, Vendetta let out a deep sigh.  Vendetta was a young Jewish child whom had been brought up around witches. Her father, who had recently passed away, had left his daughter a vast sum of money.  As she walked, she contemplated to herself about how she would spend this small fortune.

 

She stopped outside the famous oak tree.  This place, as she knew too well, was the witches’ place of residence, somewhere she had tried to avoid going her whole life.  This place brought back unwanted memories of her mother.  The vast majority of witches had been killed in the mass murder of 1886; unfortunately they counted her mother as being a witch, even though she was merely a pagan who could conjure up medicines made of plants.  Her thoughts were disturbed by a loud crash; something was happening inside the oak tree that was making an awful amount of noise and causing animals such as hedgehogs and tabby cats to whine.

Feeling a sense of curiosity, Vendetta found herself moving towards the entrance of the coven.  Sliding her hand around the handle of the door she felt it move in her grasp.  Startled, she ran to hide herself from what was inside the tree.  Out of the door marched three old women.

“Witches,” Vendetta muttered to herself.

Yet she wasn’t as quiet as she thought; the eldest witch scanned the woodland for signs of life.  Her eyes stopped when she reached Vendetta’s bush and Vendetta could smell the pure venom in her breath.  She prayed that the witch would grow tired and move on, but the witch knew someone was out there.   The youngest witch mumbled something to her sister who, in reply, exclaimed:

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“INTRUDER!”

Unexpectedly, Vendetta felt her body moving towards the middle of the enclosure.  At that moment, she knew there was little hope for her getting out of the woods alive. She had heard terrible stories about witches boiling children alive. How she wished she could shoot herself; however morbid it might appear, it would be over with quickly.   She shot a glance at the middle witch’s eyes and saw the look of pure evil mixed with excitement.  Vendetta was still levitating in mid-air and was starting to believe that they would never let her down.  When the ...

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