Creative Writing The Cask Of Amontillado

Montresor used years of trust between Fortunato's and himself to visit the catacombs underneath Montresor’s mansion while Fortunato was intoxicated. In the ghoulish catacombs, where no one could apprehend them. once they got to the deepest parts of the catacombs, shackles were on Fortunato’s wrists before he could blink. Under the bones of the past, revealed cement and bricks, sealing Fortunato’s fate. Montresor sealed him away in a place that one day he would resemble; skeletons and dust. Montresor will never be caught, and Fortunato will never be found.

It seems like every passing day there is a shadow that is after me. I’m left with parts of me eaten away and left my mind corrupted from its everyday thoughts. The darkness steadily dissolves me away from the eyes that are known to be inquisitive. The burden that was left on me has more pressure than I expected for what i have completed. I discovered that revenge is made to be short lived. What i did was completely horrifying. The inferior thing is that I was able to acquire with my crime. It doesn’t matter what time it is, everyday there will always be a small voice in my head reminding me of the defenseless cries performed by fortunato. The man that I caused to perish, immersed in the catacombs. A month has passed since fortunato's disappearance, and the town still wonders where he has disappeared to. Examining the difficulty of mourning families caused me to really think, specifically today. The events leading up to fortunato's death played in my mind like a movie. It sends me back to the time when I was young and no one loved me, including my mother. When fortunato entered my life he made a big mistake which ended him in misery.

In the short story “The Cask of Amontillado,” Montresor a very troubled man who plans to seek revenge on another man named Fortunato for humiliating him. He presents us with a brief understanding of his motive on why he must kill Fortunato. It is carnival and Montresor spots Fortunato and approaches him to discuss about amontillado. While discussing about the amontillado, Montresor has convinced Fortunato to go with him to his vaults located in the catacombs where he claims to have the amontillado. As they make their way towards the catacombs, Montresor made sure that his servants would not be present at the time. Entering the catacombs Montresor notices the coughing of Fotunato because of the dampness and nitre. Halfway through the catacombs Montresor gives Fortunato some wine called Medoc to help with his cough and get him intoxicated. Montresor insists they turn and go back, but Fortunato’s stubbornness keeps him wanting to try the Amontillado. Montresor finally reaches his destination and makes his move on Fortunato. Throughout the story you will find

In The Cask Of Amontillado , Fortunado is conned. The narrator acts kindly, nonchalantly and overall friendly towards him. The narrator finds a way to gain Fortunados trust in him. Fortundao held so much faith in “I” that he was completely willing to go into a dark and scary catacomb with him. The initial reason Fortundo had agreed to go into the underground cemetery with his acquaintance was to retrieve an item of only materialistic value. The wealthy often end up overwhelmed with their privilege they live life decadently. Fortundo, though of a higher class, was of a lower intelligence. Understandably, he was beyond drunk upon arriving at the catacombs, but I solely believe that even impaired judgment could see that this idea was catastrophic.

Fortunato is a wine connoisseur, and this is something that sparks his attention. Montressor says, “There were no attendants at home…I had told them that I should not return until the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house” (Poe). By getting rid of his servants, this ensures that no one will be around to witness what Montressor has planned for Fortunato. Both men head down to the catacombs where the Amontillado is being held. Catacombs are usually built as a resting place for the deceased. While in the catacombs, Montressor also pulls out a trowel and shows it to Fortunato. Both of these events foreshadow that someone or something is going to die, and the trowel will be used to bury

Multiple times Fortunato is uneasy about continuing the journey into the catacombs but Montresor keeps enticing him with the promise of better wine. The Catacomb isn’t well lit and the pair couldn’t see much while they journeyed further. “Fortunato’s step was not sure, because of the wine he had been drinking. He looked uncertainly around him, trying to see through the thick darkness which pushed in around us.” (Poe). When they arrived at Fortunato’s final resting spot, Fortunato was still uncertain about the area he was in. This time Montresor forces him into the vault and chained his neck. “Go on,” I said. “Go in; the Amontillado is in there.” Fortunato continued to go forward, uncertainly.” (Poe). Once Montresor got Fortunato where he wanted him it was all over. The setting is described as eerie and dark in order to get the audience to pay attention to the surroundings of the characters and not just the characters

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Summary of Text-As the story opens up we are introduced with Montresor, a man that has been insulted by Fortunato and is looking for revenge. He decides to uses Fortunato’s love of wine against him. He plans carefully in way that doesn’t put himself at risk. Montresor uses the carnival season to pull away Fortunato without suspicion. Montresor also uses Fortunato’s ego and anxiety to pull him down into the graveyard. As they move throughout the graveyard Montresor warn him about the nitre and asks him various times if he wants to go back and comeback another day. Fortunato resists to go back and decides to go through with the task at hand. Montresor also uses wine and the effect of nitre to weaken Fortunato and make him easier to trap. When they arrive at the location where the Amontillado is supposable located, Montresor chains Fortunato and then begins building a wall to suffocate him. As Montresor comes to the last layer Fortunato laugh and thinks that Montresor is paying him a joke. After a final plead, Fortunato realizes that Montresor is not playing him a joke. Finally, Montresor places the last stone and completes his revenge.

You would think nature had the smells of freshness, the flowery scent that is produced by flowers that can attract anyone to them like bees. From the deep earthy forest to the clear blue skies of the cold, airy mountain that were to be hiked. As we walked in the evergreen forest we see the small streams that carry small sediments having a faint smell of musk to it. The smell of wet bark increased as the temperature was changing from being too hot to humid. The moist was leaving a stingy smell of implausible smells. “El Nevado De Toluca” Its surroundings were different compared to the forest. The smell of foreign came to me as I see other tourist visiting this masterpiece of mountains. The loads that are being a pain in my back are nothing compared to the smell of the hiking boots as each step taken the smell becomes more forceful.

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Once he is deep inside the catacombs, he gets chained to the walls. Montressor begins to lay brick to cover the opening. At this point, Fortunato appears nervous. He begins to laugh as if he is trying to play it off as a prank. He suggest that others may be looking for him. “He! He! He!- He! He! He!-yes the Amontillado. But it is getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone.” (870)