An Unexpected Visitor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
this is my first attemt for my english assignment

Submitted: September 09, 2010

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An Unexpected Visitor


It is close to midnight when Robert takes his first drunken steps through the front door and yells out, “hunnie I'm home.” As his wife and kids were asleep there was no reply as he lit the fireplace and dropped like a rag doll onto his favourite chair; then he heard it. Click; click, click. Looking over Robert discovered the source of this strange noise and pulled himself up off of his chair. “What's going on; how can it be doing that all by itself?” he said to himself as he stumbled over to the typewriter which was still typing. On closer inspection Robert spotted a cockroach, which scurried along gaining speed, lunging at the letters on the typewriter. “Well hi there lil feller; what's your name?” he laughed not expecting a reply. But something strange happened, the cockroach stopped, waited a few seconds, then started throwing itself at the letters on the typewriter again. When the cockroach finally stopped, Robert decided to see if anything the cockroach had written had made sense, and what he saw made him jump back in shock. “Hi my name is Archy,” said Robert as he read the cockroach's sentence out loud. “This can't be real; yeah that's it, you are just a figment of my imagination you are,” said Robert in disbelief. To this the cockroach went back to typing, only stopping when it was time for Robert to read the next part. “I am real just like you,” said Robert reading out what the cockroach had written. “Cockroaches can't type,” yelled Robert as he turned and stormed away and up the stairs, annoyed by this unrealistic illusion of his. Though as he got into bed beside his wife, he couldn't get the typing cockroach out of his head.


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The next morning Robert woke with a start, and remembering the night before, he rushed down stairs to check the typewriter. His fears were soon confirmed when he discovered the cockroaches typing still expanding across the page, but something was different, there was more typing under that from last night. Robert quickly removed the page and read it top to bottom before coming to the conclusion that the cockroach was real and that the extra bits of typing were that of a poem, but not just any poem, a poem portraying a meaningful discussion between the cockroach, and a moth. Realizing that he was late for work Robert stuffed the poem into his jacket pocket and hurried out the door.


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That night Robert returned home early hoping to find that cockroach on the typewriter again. Knowing his wife and kids at the cinema tonight, Robert decided to skip the routine of announcing his arrival home, and instead he hurried into the lounge room. As he entered he spotted the typewriter, and as if waiting Archy sat silently in front of it. “Why did you write this?” Robert asked as he produced the poem from his jacket pocket. Robert waited while Archy typed. A few minuites later Archy stopped, and Robert started to read, “It is about a friend of mine who sacrificed himself for the sake of happiness and beauty, I felt like you should know.”

“But why tell me, I don't get it, why did you feel I should know?” But before Archy could type a reply there was a loud knocking at the door, and Robert hurried off to answer it. Upon opening the door Robert was confronted by a man with a face full of fear. “Come quick, the cinema is on fire!” said the man franticly before turning away and running off to tell others. Remembering his wife and kids Robert set off as fast as his feet could take him, rushing down the rocky road towards the cinema. His feet were getting cut up due to the sharp rocks littering the road, but this remained unnoticed by Robert, as he was only worrying about reaching his family.


At the cinema smoke was billowing out of broken windows, the fire and police patrol's were already at work putting out the fire and trying to control the crowd. Robert searched for his family among the groups of people while yelling out their names to no avail, but after realizing they were still inside the building, he set off in a run towards the front door; but just as he was about to enter, he got pulled back and yelled at by an officer. “What do you think you are doing, can't you see the cinema is on fire?”


“My wife and kids are in there!” yelled Robert franticly. “If you go in there you will most likely die.” said the officer pulling Robert further away from the burning building. “I would prefer to risk it and if the worst happens die with my family, rather then to live without them; alone, even if I could live for a long time,” said Robert, yanking his arm away from the officer and making a run towards the front door of the cinema, but just before he got inside, he heard the officer yelling after him, “have you no sense?” And remembering Archy's poem he stopped, turned around and replied. “Plenty of it, but at times I get tired of using it.” He then smiled at the officer, turned, then disappeared into the burning cinema.


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