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The writing form shown in Opening of Seneca (A.D. 3-65) “On Noise”
Shows the possible creativity on describing such a simplistic setting.
The words weave an intricate web of creativity bringing his words to life.
Waking up to the violent explosive blaring noise made by my absurdly loud alarm clock I swing my arm over the warm blanket making the calming sort-of folding sounds the heavenly toasty comforter, a smashing crash and a hollow thud clang off the hollow wall and tile floor as my alarm clock goes flying across my dorm room. “why is it only 6:30?” I thought to myself seeming as if my thoughts sprung a hollow sound bouncing off the walls of my tired mind. Sitting back in my bed I notice the obnoxious after sound of infomercials on my TV, still with my eyes shut I frantically wave my arms back and forth looking for the TV remote as my roommate comes into the room crashing the door loudly shut and making as much noise as possible slamming the door shut like a huge drum or dragging the chair across the floor like nails on a chalk board. “you up?” his scratchy Newport cigarette smoking scraggly voice shoots over to my side of the room like a brief agitating walkie talkie. With the squeaking of breaks and a few horns looking out the window I hear a few branches right beside Viking hall scrape on my window as the whistling wind pierces through my window singing a shallow tune into the quiet dorm hall.
Standing up slapping my bare feet on to the freezing floor I hastily and with quick short bursts of breaths in resemblance to hyperventilating I make it with a few long strides only creating the slapping sound of my bare feet to be so much more sound producing than necessary. A squealing creaking bathroom door swings shut aggressively slamming into the lock shutting the door clicking into the lock while another click resembling the consistent badgering of a ballpoint pen in class annoying everyone by the repeated clicking noise, I shuffle in the bathroom towards the shower, turning with some difficulty the probable rusted out shower knob to dispense the squirting hot hose-like shower head which probably goes against a few health guidelines. Scratching into the mist of the warm shower the metal shower curtain slides along the equally brutally sounding bar the curtain is suspended on brutalizing the ears as if a train were coming into the station with bad breaks. After about ten to twelve minutes go by the loud drum sounding booms on the door resembling a police raid entirely unnecessary for anywhere near this time of the morning my roommate starts knocking on the door aggressively for the presumed entitlement or simple expectation that he got the shower first in the morning. Moronically pronouncing a volley of slurred curse words and pathetic profanity the thought of a walkie talkie can not leave my mind goofily chuckling to myself as I leave the void of the rushing water into the fan ridden bathroom and constant knocking on the door I click open the lock like a pen one last time and await for the door to swing squeaking open.