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Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka creative writing He glanced out of the window, watching the sky turning from a deep blue shade to a clear, blue, breezy

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Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka creative writing He glanced out of the window, watching the sky turning from a deep blue shade to a clear, blue, breezy morning. 'A good day.' He made a mental note to himself. The sun baked through the curtains, sharpening his enormous shadow. He thought of that fussy factory owner and sighed. ' What am I going to say? Hello, Mr. Martin. I'm afraid I can't meet you in the hotel this afternoon. Guess what! I have had a terrible twist of fate and have turned into a big, juicy vermin! And then he would reply: How nice! Mr. Samsa, have you got tentacles growing from your baldhead as well? That is so insane!' Gregor couldn't help chuckling to himself at this thought, interrupted by the creaking noise from the landing outside his room. 'It's nearly time for breakfast.' Had he known what would happen, he might have done something else. ...read more.


His heart raced very badly. His mother knocked again. 'Greg?' Gregor looked at the doorknob, secretly wishing that it would never be turned. Now he heard conversation and the next moment the door flung open, revealing the affectionate couple, standing consciously in the hallway, half peering into the messy bedroom. He bolted upright. Through his dark eyes Gregor saw the couple petrified and wordless. They seemed to stun to stare and they stood in disbelief. His dad's eyes shot from the vacant bed to the giant vermin and sneered at him. After a long moment his mum cried softly.' Do you hear me Greg?' There was no sound except the heavy heartbeat of the both of them. Greg didn't realise how this happened but the next instant his tentacles was pulled and his whole body lifted up and swung. He landed on his bed and found an inexplicable pain growing inside his head. He wouldn't fight back. ...read more.


He climbed the stairs with his fragile legs and finally he pushed the trapdoor open by his armour-like back. He searched through the long since forgotten memories and eventually he found the little box that hid his carelessness. A sob was echoing in the quiet, old attic. 'See? Greg! What if you killed him? Oh son! Why are you in such a state!' Nobody spoke until a kid's voice coming from nowhere broke the silence. 'Wow! Such a good show!' Said the voice. 'I would have stopped you when you nearly killed him, I bet you.' The three of them were perplexed, bewildered and dumbstruck. 'Oh well...I should have explained more. I am working on my coursework for my drama GCAE (General Certificate for Angel's Education). So you see. That's why I need a... umm...demonstration. I deliberately turned your son into a vermin and studied your reactions. I should apologize...and look! Gregor Samsa found himself crawling on the dusty floor with an expression that resembled a survived encounter. The horrible white spotted brown belly and his many legs were never to be seen again. ...read more.

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