Fahrenheit 451 Unit 6 Creative Writing
I woke up in terror, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, all I could do was sit there with shear fear. How is it that after all this time I still have these terrible dreams filled with uncontrollable guilt? Fifty years ago, Fifty years ago and even after all this time I can't seem to ease my pain. Hearing Mary call from downstairs I got up and headed to the kitchen. Mary is my live in maid. “Good Morning, Montresor. How did you sleep?” She looked actually concerned; I should just tell her it might help to tell someone. No, that is a terrible idea. “Good morning, Mary. I slept well thank you for asking. I'm headed to the study let me know when breakfast is ready.” I walked slowly into the study, I know I shouldn’t go in there, every time I
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It was the longest walk into town I have ever taken, because of all the people of course. The whole time all I could think about is what are they going to do to me. In this town we hang or imprison murderers. Honestly I can’t think of which I would prefer if they gave me the option. If I was to be sent to prison, then I would serve a life sentence which in my case might not be that long. This sounds better than being hung. Finally, we made it to the Sheriff’s office, and I sat down in the chair right in front of his desk. He already knew why I was there, everyone in town knew by now what I had done. I suppose they would be shocked to know I was capable of murder. I however know exactly what I am capable of doing.
“Montressor, you know why you are here, am I correct?” Asked the Sherriff.
I shakily replied, “Yes, sir I know why I am here.”
He wore a shocked expression as he asked, “Then tell me, why are you here Montressor?”
I paused for a minute while I considered what I was about to admit to. “I am here because I murdered Fortuanto. I take full responsibility for my actions.”
“Take him to the dungeon.” The Sherriff commanded the
It was the longest walk into town I have ever taken, because of all the people of course. The whole time all I could think about is what are they going to do to me. In this town we hang or imprison murderers. Honestly I can’t think of which I would prefer if they gave me the option. If I was to be sent to prison, then I would serve a life sentence which in my case might not be that long. This sounds better than being hung. Finally, we made it to the Sheriff’s office, and I sat down in the chair right in front of his desk. He already knew why I was there, everyone in town knew by now what I had done. I suppose they would be shocked to know I was capable of murder. I however know exactly what I am capable of doing.
“Montressor, you know why you are here, am I correct?” Asked the Sherriff.
I shakily replied, “Yes, sir I know why I am here.”
He wore a shocked expression as he asked, “Then tell me, why are you here Montressor?”
I paused for a minute while I considered what I was about to admit to. “I am here because I murdered Fortuanto. I take full responsibility for my actions.”
“Take him to the dungeon.” The Sherriff commanded the