The Cask of Amontillado
I, Fortunato, am a respected and feared man, since my connoisseurship in wine is divine. My other countrymen can’t be compared to me, even Montresor. Being able to achieve such knowledge in spirits, I have made some enemies along the way. I myself was aware of the problem, but I myself believe that all the things that I did wasn’t worthy of any hatred or revenge. The time of year where laughter and joy rises has come again, the carnival. For the fun had already pull me away from soberness, common senses are barely with me. I decided to dress up like a jester, the perfect costume for this marvelous occasion. It began when my eyes caught Montresor’s black lights. Montresor here is also a master in wine, he’s somewhat …show more content…
Faces piling up with shapes of their remains crooked around on the catacomb’s surrounding. I started to see two walking Montresor, and how funny it is. Let us keep on walking to the Amontillado. I trip up and down because of the weird-structured ground. How troublesome. Alas, Montresor stopped me in front of what he said is what is holding the Amontillado. IT’S HERE. I passed my hand over the wall of the place and feel the dampness since my dear friend said so. Something was giving my wrist a ticklish sensation. Where is the spirits, WHERE IS IT? The clangs of something above my wrist woke me up from the depths of drunkenness. Taking a shot in the dark, I tried to yank the chains off of me but the effort as futile. Frustrated, I turn and take a look at Montresor, who is now starting to cover me up in this place. Deep inside, I knew that screams and shouts won’t do any good, but I can’t help but let it all go. The tier started to rise… One… Two… Three… and it just kept on rising. Oh! This must be all a joke, right, Montresor ? With only one little space on the brick wall, Montresor stopped. I then asked him that if this was all a joke; I asked him that if we are going back. A gave me a straightforward answer that it is not. Like breaking a precious bottle of wine, a burst of thoughts stroked through my thoughts: This is revenge. For that moment, I realized the things that I said or did behind his back must have lead him to seek punishment for me. Dead silent burst out in the catacombs… I could not reply to his shouts of my name, for deep inside I knew that it’s all over. The flames lingered still for a short moment then completely disappeared. Alone in the darkness, I wished that time will return, but it was already too late. The night passed by, with only one line of words kept on appearing in my head: This is where you
I, Fortunato, am a respected and feared man, since my connoisseurship in wine is divine. My other countrymen can’t be compared to me, even Montresor. Being able to achieve such knowledge in spirits, I have made some enemies along the way. I myself was aware of the problem, but I myself believe that all the things that I did wasn’t worthy of any hatred or revenge. The time of year where laughter and joy rises has come again, the carnival. For the fun had already pull me away from soberness, common senses are barely with me. I decided to dress up like a jester, the perfect costume for this marvelous occasion. It began when my eyes caught Montresor’s black lights. Montresor here is also a master in wine, he’s somewhat …show more content…
Faces piling up with shapes of their remains crooked around on the catacomb’s surrounding. I started to see two walking Montresor, and how funny it is. Let us keep on walking to the Amontillado. I trip up and down because of the weird-structured ground. How troublesome. Alas, Montresor stopped me in front of what he said is what is holding the Amontillado. IT’S HERE. I passed my hand over the wall of the place and feel the dampness since my dear friend said so. Something was giving my wrist a ticklish sensation. Where is the spirits, WHERE IS IT? The clangs of something above my wrist woke me up from the depths of drunkenness. Taking a shot in the dark, I tried to yank the chains off of me but the effort as futile. Frustrated, I turn and take a look at Montresor, who is now starting to cover me up in this place. Deep inside, I knew that screams and shouts won’t do any good, but I can’t help but let it all go. The tier started to rise… One… Two… Three… and it just kept on rising. Oh! This must be all a joke, right, Montresor ? With only one little space on the brick wall, Montresor stopped. I then asked him that if this was all a joke; I asked him that if we are going back. A gave me a straightforward answer that it is not. Like breaking a precious bottle of wine, a burst of thoughts stroked through my thoughts: This is revenge. For that moment, I realized the things that I said or did behind his back must have lead him to seek punishment for me. Dead silent burst out in the catacombs… I could not reply to his shouts of my name, for deep inside I knew that it’s all over. The flames lingered still for a short moment then completely disappeared. Alone in the darkness, I wished that time will return, but it was already too late. The night passed by, with only one line of words kept on appearing in my head: This is where you