There was no noise in this great room, other than the taps of shoes on the marble floor and the quiet interactions between teller and client. When the clock hit precisely 2:15 an astute man wearing a nice suit wandered through the entrance. As he dropped his bag, me and three of our accomplices had pulled out firearms. Thus gave rise to an unpleasant barrage of screams and movement. And ended the peace within our world.
Every living being proceeded to drop like flies as I marched towards the desk. Seeing as we had guns, the clerks quickly filled our bags with money and, as expected, pressed the silent alarm.
At least half of the people were crying, and many others just sat blankly. I told the teller to work faster, but they assured me that they were going as fast as they could. I slammed my fist down in retaliation, and they hurried up.
By the time three-hundred thousand dollars were secure, the tellers have gone to lie along with the others. My group and I, satisfied with our work, came outside to leave. Just then, the cops come, sirens blaring, so we begin to charge towards the car.
As the sirens diminish, darkness begins to envelop the town. As the diminuendo of the sunset finally ends, and the day has been put to rest, we let out a sigh of relief. The drum of our hearts slows, and finally, the adrenaline fades.
Suddenly, the moon emerges from the clouds like a prisoner from his cell. The sweet beams of moonlight brush through the ruffling leaves and between the branches of the pines. Our lives have begun.
I like the idea of a bank robbery, but some of my grammar seems a little strange.
it is very good imitation of Great Gatsby. I like how you put the idea of bank robbery into the imitation.