I chose to write in perspective of Faber right before Montag shows up at his door for the first time.
My feet shuffle briskly backwards and then a swift motion forwards as i frettingly pace in circles around the drearily decorated room. My ears block out the consistantly nagging noise of the clock that never dies, yet in the back of my mind it is only a matter of those ticking seconds before I am discovered. Suddenly a jolt of the heart jerks my eyes towards the source of the doorbell. Paralysis covers my body head to toe like a deer in headlights. Slowly and steadily each body part remembers its role and life drains back into my body. I start moving my feet awkwardly towards the door as I hear the thundering pulse of noise again. I gently caress the knob to the left and peer out the frame as the street lights outside reflect and dance on my otherwise darkend face. I see a man standing in front of me, what is a man doing here? at my house? my thoughts embrase the darkest of possibilites. In the next instant my eyes dart to the 451 patch on his arm and a fury of scalding fright courses through my veins as I realize that this is not an ordinary man, but one of the great fire gods here to strike me forver off the list of book offenders.
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I really enjoyed reading what you wrote. I liked the part were you start describing Montag. I don't think that you should change anything. I love it, good job.
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