Post by Amber on Aug 6, 2005 14:32:05 GMT -5
I think that one was my favourite to write. Even if I didn't manage to tie it in with the others.
This one is almost the same as the first one. Never mind. Oh and it was written late last night, so if you find any mistakes I'll change it.
Wrath
Dante left his apartment in the morning at seven am exactly. If he was late then he was automatically in a bad mood for the rest of the day. He walked down the stairs from the apartment and out of the front door to the building. He saw that there was small plastic bag on the ground and he was immediately annoyed by it.
“Filthy people and their littering.” He thought.
He walked on and got on the empty early morning bus. He liked this driver; he never tried to talk to him.
He carried on and got to work at nearly eight am. He was slightly late but no one dared to say anything to him. He got in the elevator to his top floor office. He got out of the elevator and watched the numbers above it go back down and reach one.
He got in his office and turned on his computer. He hated his job. He hated his colleagues and he hated the office. He got up to put some scrap paper in the bin and kicked it as he did. The bin fell over, which angered him even more so he just threw the whole thing out of the window. He watched it fall and hit the ground and it made him smile for a split second.
Later when he needed to throw something away he got irritated as the bin was down in the street. He used his intercom and called someone up to bring him a bin.
A short time later a man appeared at the doorway, holding a bin and put it in the corner.
“I don’t know what took you so long, but whenever I need something I need it when I ask not half an hour later.” He snarled at the man “Got that?” He spat at him.
The man nodded quickly and ran out to the elevator. Dante saw the number stop at four and grumbled to himself “Idiots on the fourth floor”
That day passed rather quickly, and soon Dante found that he was shutting his office and getting into the elevator. He pressed the button and waited to reach the ground floor. He left the building and walked down the street on his own.
He got on the bus that turned up at the corner. He hated the return journey, the bus was packed. He paid his money to the driver, who said to Dante;
“Full bus tonight”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed” Dante’s sarcasm was wasted on the man who just looked confused as Dante went to sit down.
There was only one space left, next to a woman who looked like she had everything. Dante sat down and smiled at her, his best I-want-you-to-move smile. She smiled back out of politeness. She was leafing through catalogues. She stopped at a page and got a phone out of her bag.
“Panny?” She said.
“Can you order me the whole thing?” She said, it was a question but more of a demand,
“I know I’ve already got most of it but it doesn’t matter” She said.
Dante heard her go on to whisper something but couldn’t hear her exact words. She snapped the phone shut and put it back into her bag. She elbowed Dante in the ribs; he growled at her and in his mind started formulating plans for revenge. But before he could do anything the bus stopped at they both got off. The walked in different directions, Dante sighed in relief.
The walls on the road where Dante walked down were covered in graffiti. He frowned at them, he hated these walls, but he knew there was nothing he could do.
He got into his building and was outside his front door when the neighbour came out and warned Dante against being inside his own home, as you were being watched. Dante frowned at him and opened his door.
He got inside and found Antenora sat on the sofa.
“The neighbour has been telling me about how he thinks that our every move is being watched inside our own homes.” He told her.
“What next, twenty-four hour surveillance?” She joked. Dante thought she sounded nervous, but would never get angry at Antenora.
The next morning he went into work early. He hated going in early but there was work he needed to catch up with.
He decided to walk to the office. On one corner he saw a man running but he collapsed. Dante decided not to even look at him, the dirty man.
The day passed slowly and it dragged out. Dante was interrupted so many times, each time getting angrier with the person who knocked on his door.
In the afternoon a small, balding man entered his office.
“Excuse me” He said, Dante glanced at him and stood up “I’ve come to ask, can we have the bin back?” He said gesturing at the bin in the corner of the room.
Dante started shouting at the man, who cowered by the door. As soon as Dante stopped to take breath the man ran out of the door.
“Coward” Dante growled after him.
He collected his things and left the building. He walked home again and reached his building. He got to the top of the stairs when he dropped his papers. He had to collect them and he was fuming as he reached his flat.
He found that Antenora wasn’t waiting on the sofa. She was on the floor in the study, surrounded by a pool of blood. He shouted but no one answered.
He went into the living room and called the police.
When they got to the house they put tape all around Antenora and started asking Dante questions. They started to suspect him so they put his arms behind his back.
“Dante Rubens, I’m arresting you on suspicion of the murder of-” The officer started
“No…” He snarled and broke out of her grip.
He ran almost out of the house but the second officer shot him in the back. He flew forward and out of the door. He rolled over the banister and down the stairway. His back broke as he hit the floor.
This one is almost the same as the first one. Never mind. Oh and it was written late last night, so if you find any mistakes I'll change it.
Wrath
Dante left his apartment in the morning at seven am exactly. If he was late then he was automatically in a bad mood for the rest of the day. He walked down the stairs from the apartment and out of the front door to the building. He saw that there was small plastic bag on the ground and he was immediately annoyed by it.
“Filthy people and their littering.” He thought.
He walked on and got on the empty early morning bus. He liked this driver; he never tried to talk to him.
He carried on and got to work at nearly eight am. He was slightly late but no one dared to say anything to him. He got in the elevator to his top floor office. He got out of the elevator and watched the numbers above it go back down and reach one.
He got in his office and turned on his computer. He hated his job. He hated his colleagues and he hated the office. He got up to put some scrap paper in the bin and kicked it as he did. The bin fell over, which angered him even more so he just threw the whole thing out of the window. He watched it fall and hit the ground and it made him smile for a split second.
Later when he needed to throw something away he got irritated as the bin was down in the street. He used his intercom and called someone up to bring him a bin.
A short time later a man appeared at the doorway, holding a bin and put it in the corner.
“I don’t know what took you so long, but whenever I need something I need it when I ask not half an hour later.” He snarled at the man “Got that?” He spat at him.
The man nodded quickly and ran out to the elevator. Dante saw the number stop at four and grumbled to himself “Idiots on the fourth floor”
That day passed rather quickly, and soon Dante found that he was shutting his office and getting into the elevator. He pressed the button and waited to reach the ground floor. He left the building and walked down the street on his own.
He got on the bus that turned up at the corner. He hated the return journey, the bus was packed. He paid his money to the driver, who said to Dante;
“Full bus tonight”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed” Dante’s sarcasm was wasted on the man who just looked confused as Dante went to sit down.
There was only one space left, next to a woman who looked like she had everything. Dante sat down and smiled at her, his best I-want-you-to-move smile. She smiled back out of politeness. She was leafing through catalogues. She stopped at a page and got a phone out of her bag.
“Panny?” She said.
“Can you order me the whole thing?” She said, it was a question but more of a demand,
“I know I’ve already got most of it but it doesn’t matter” She said.
Dante heard her go on to whisper something but couldn’t hear her exact words. She snapped the phone shut and put it back into her bag. She elbowed Dante in the ribs; he growled at her and in his mind started formulating plans for revenge. But before he could do anything the bus stopped at they both got off. The walked in different directions, Dante sighed in relief.
The walls on the road where Dante walked down were covered in graffiti. He frowned at them, he hated these walls, but he knew there was nothing he could do.
He got into his building and was outside his front door when the neighbour came out and warned Dante against being inside his own home, as you were being watched. Dante frowned at him and opened his door.
He got inside and found Antenora sat on the sofa.
“The neighbour has been telling me about how he thinks that our every move is being watched inside our own homes.” He told her.
“What next, twenty-four hour surveillance?” She joked. Dante thought she sounded nervous, but would never get angry at Antenora.
The next morning he went into work early. He hated going in early but there was work he needed to catch up with.
He decided to walk to the office. On one corner he saw a man running but he collapsed. Dante decided not to even look at him, the dirty man.
The day passed slowly and it dragged out. Dante was interrupted so many times, each time getting angrier with the person who knocked on his door.
In the afternoon a small, balding man entered his office.
“Excuse me” He said, Dante glanced at him and stood up “I’ve come to ask, can we have the bin back?” He said gesturing at the bin in the corner of the room.
Dante started shouting at the man, who cowered by the door. As soon as Dante stopped to take breath the man ran out of the door.
“Coward” Dante growled after him.
He collected his things and left the building. He walked home again and reached his building. He got to the top of the stairs when he dropped his papers. He had to collect them and he was fuming as he reached his flat.
He found that Antenora wasn’t waiting on the sofa. She was on the floor in the study, surrounded by a pool of blood. He shouted but no one answered.
He went into the living room and called the police.
When they got to the house they put tape all around Antenora and started asking Dante questions. They started to suspect him so they put his arms behind his back.
“Dante Rubens, I’m arresting you on suspicion of the murder of-” The officer started
“No…” He snarled and broke out of her grip.
He ran almost out of the house but the second officer shot him in the back. He flew forward and out of the door. He rolled over the banister and down the stairway. His back broke as he hit the floor.