Post by fearlessdranzer on Nov 5, 2005 16:19:26 GMT -5
Note - This was something I was asked to write for school based off the Edgar Allen Poe story, 'The Cask of Amontillado'.
Disclaimer - The original story line belongs to Edgar Allen Poe.
It has been about a day since I have been left here to rot. The smell of my day old vomit works its way up my nose and I want to be sick all over again. That man will die! I think fiercely, if I ever get out I will put a price on that man's head! I sigh as I feel the pains of hunger in my stomach. I feel like giving up hope that I will ever see the light of day again. I can't do that though; it would be just what He would want. So I have resolved myself to wait out my last days quietly in this dank cell. Drops of water fall every so often and if I tilt my head the right way I can catch the drops in my mouth. It's a terrible way to keep myself living but I do not feel like dieing after two days, I'll suffer for the rest of my life. I just will not make a sound, I will not grant Him satisfaction. There is nothing to do but sleep. So I force myself into slumber after what seems like hours. There was a sharp pain in my leg when I woke up. I open my eyes quickly and almost screamed as a I looked down to see a rat nibbling on my leg. I kick it off angrily and smashed its head with my expensive leather boots. I stare down at my feet in shock and horror. That rat could have kept me alive for a few more days; it would have eased the pain! I curse myself for my foolishness and cringe as a sharp pain of hunger assaults my body. I am weak and tired and I fear I am giving up hope. My only solace is that while I have slept something may have changed my fate. In a gesture of hope I feel for the chains that bind me to my fate. A cry escapes me as I realize that they are still there and that I have just gotten used to the feeling of them. Whipping tears from my eyes I use my last bit of strength to undo my belt buckle and use it to write out a message of forgiveness on the wall. I do not know what I did to offend Him but I hope we can both find it in our hearts to forgive each other. But alas as I have recently seen my friend is a much different person than the one I thought I knew. Shifting uncomfortably I try to find a position where sleep will come easily to me. In my dream I can feel the air growing thin and leaving me with less and less to breath. But in my sleep induced state I don't realize that the next few minutes will be my last. Thus I sleep on oblivious to the hunger pains in my stomach, the thirst drying up my throat and my lungs struggling to bring air to my organs. I die in my sleep after many hours of suffering.
Disclaimer - The original story line belongs to Edgar Allen Poe.
It has been about a day since I have been left here to rot. The smell of my day old vomit works its way up my nose and I want to be sick all over again. That man will die! I think fiercely, if I ever get out I will put a price on that man's head! I sigh as I feel the pains of hunger in my stomach. I feel like giving up hope that I will ever see the light of day again. I can't do that though; it would be just what He would want. So I have resolved myself to wait out my last days quietly in this dank cell. Drops of water fall every so often and if I tilt my head the right way I can catch the drops in my mouth. It's a terrible way to keep myself living but I do not feel like dieing after two days, I'll suffer for the rest of my life. I just will not make a sound, I will not grant Him satisfaction. There is nothing to do but sleep. So I force myself into slumber after what seems like hours. There was a sharp pain in my leg when I woke up. I open my eyes quickly and almost screamed as a I looked down to see a rat nibbling on my leg. I kick it off angrily and smashed its head with my expensive leather boots. I stare down at my feet in shock and horror. That rat could have kept me alive for a few more days; it would have eased the pain! I curse myself for my foolishness and cringe as a sharp pain of hunger assaults my body. I am weak and tired and I fear I am giving up hope. My only solace is that while I have slept something may have changed my fate. In a gesture of hope I feel for the chains that bind me to my fate. A cry escapes me as I realize that they are still there and that I have just gotten used to the feeling of them. Whipping tears from my eyes I use my last bit of strength to undo my belt buckle and use it to write out a message of forgiveness on the wall. I do not know what I did to offend Him but I hope we can both find it in our hearts to forgive each other. But alas as I have recently seen my friend is a much different person than the one I thought I knew. Shifting uncomfortably I try to find a position where sleep will come easily to me. In my dream I can feel the air growing thin and leaving me with less and less to breath. But in my sleep induced state I don't realize that the next few minutes will be my last. Thus I sleep on oblivious to the hunger pains in my stomach, the thirst drying up my throat and my lungs struggling to bring air to my organs. I die in my sleep after many hours of suffering.