Lucenzo Monologue

Edgar Allan Poe is most famous for the gothic themes he presents in his writings, this was no exception for Poe’s “The Cask of Amontillado”. A straight-forward story that focuses on the theme of revenge. Poe brings up some important ideas about revenge which can be broken down into 3 parts: the incentive for getting revenge, the extent one is willing to go for revenge, and the reaction of the person after the act. This reasoning is essential in recognizing the act of revenge while reading the story. It provides the reader the ability to question their view on revenge as well as compare it to Poe’s ideas. I, for one, have no major revenge experiences such as the one in the story or any extreme cases in general, but I have had some of my own experiences of “revenge” and my own ideas of it. So while reading Poe’s story, I couldn’t help, but, to disagree with the ideas he presents over revenge. I believe the motive for revenge matters, the extent someone is willing to go for revenge isn’t always extreme, and regret isn’t always the result.

Do you ever just feel like ripping someone limb from limb and tearing into their flesh? Oh, of course you have. My urge to do so continues to grow, stronger and stronger every day.

I’ve always been fascinated by karma. Fair - sure, but sometimes creepy and dusty. Dressed with an invisible cap, It lurks in the darkest of the dark nights of forgotten ones, tormenting every single guilty and ignorant soul to death. You may think it’s madness, but I, Santiago, when the blood moon was floating in an ocean of ever seen darkness, implored the hidden forces of the night to help me to get my revenge but instead of giving me supernatural powers I was conjuring, an inhuman idea embedded my brain so strong that I could feel every cell of my brain worshiping it and standing in my enormous but hideous mansion, so hideous a raven would refuse to announce the death of the owner of this house, I promise that Lucenzo shall never breathe

It is the year 1861, I am a ten year old boy named Kevin living in the slums of New England and have lost my parents to a disease called Measles. It is tough living in such a horrible place like this I hate eating rats and trash all day after seeing a group of pickpocketers scattered around the streets stealing money from rich people, they did it so quietly and they didn’t even notice.

“The Cask of Amontillado” is one of Edgar’s Allen Poe best short narratives with its vengeful characters and eerie and horror-filled atmosphere. The story was published in 1847, to later be known as a classical tale of revenge. Both Fortunato and Montresor were the protagonist and antagonist that kept his short narrative alive and suspenseful to the audience. What also kept his story full of life was what happened to between these characters that made this story revengeful. Though what is revenge? Inflicting vengeance in return of someone’s wrong doing on their hands is what revenge is defined. It can be also defined as Montresor.

Today, I leave for the new world. My men have brought me news of a vast city made of gold and full of riches. With conquistadors and a few Jesuit priests to convert any new people that we may find the church, I am nervous. I must gather my men and, Pedro, angry with me. The governor has told me to not go, but I need this. I want the riches, the fame, and the power. I am leaving today.

The door slams shut. A dry breeze follows me into Ryan’s Fourth Ward Polls as I escape the cold October night. An eerie group of men eye me up and down as I walk to the bar for my evening dose of cognac. As I shake their stares off, an old bartender greets me.We indulge in some light conversation about the upcoming Election Day as he pours me my smooth glass of cognac. Thanking the Sir, I grab my glass and sit down to relax but find myself in a slight state of paranoia. A muffled scream is heard and I see some silhouettes dragging a figure towards a room. Thinking nothing of it, I return to peace taking slow sips of my drink. That peace is broken as I feel two strong men grab me, and someone else covers my mouth with some sort of fabric. Before I can even struggle, I feel my heart ache in pain and my body gives up drifting into a state of sleep. I wake up in a room full of liquor and 3 buff looking men. The worst thoughts go through my head and I realize where I am.

The late 19th century is commonly referred to as the “Gilded Age”. A time of luxury and success, for some at least. For others, this was a time of struggle, hard work, and new beginnings. Child-workers are one group that did not experience the so-called “luxury” of this epoch. Our story begins with a poor child-worker named Arabella, or Bella. Bella was 11 years old and she lived in the slums of New York with her mother and seven younger siblings. Her father had recently died from an injury he received during the Civil War and her mother was deathly ill. Since she was the oldest of her siblings, it was her responsibility to provide for her family. She worked at a textile factory on the other side of town. At that factory, she worked 18 hours

Sweat pours down my armpits, and chest as the young bloods of Young Justice take on the unyeilding Black Canary. We throw everything we have at her, but she easily defeats us- through divide, and conquer. Stepping up to the plate, my instincts take hold of my body, and execute a backflip; just as BC 's roundhouse comes swerving in. Timed to perfection, I narrowly avoid the vicious attack, and land gracefully. Is she trying to seriously injure us? Damn... I think she is. My mind wanders, trying to figure out some obscure tactic to beat the bird.

I can't see anything. The darkness is suffocatingly thick as if I can’t breathe. My breathing began to quicken due to the lack of air but out of nowhere I am yanked from the pitch black by a hand larger than my small body. I don't know where I am, I haven't for all my life. I think to myself, "Where am I going now?"

The Man Some could say that the name is simple; that it is impossible for everyone to know nothing about him; that he could not have done this alone; that one man is not capable of doing this all by himself, yet I stand here telling everyone in denial

Oh no, I thought to myself as I got on a inner tube. You could get a cramp out there, the adults had said earlier. I like to listen to adult conversations and then barge into them. The boat the tube was strapped to began to move.

I woke up. My body was resting on a cold damp concrete floor. I couldn’t see anything at all, my vision was completely dark. Just as I tried to stand up I felt a piercing pain run through my right leg, my eyes adjusted to the faint light and I noticed that the place I was in was an abandoned warehouse.

My last duchess is written by Robert Browning which first appeared in 1842, after the Renaissance period. The poem “My last duchess” is set in 16th Century Renaissance Italy. A Duke which holds a nine hundred years old name shows an emissary through his palace. The emissary came to negotiate the Duke’s marriage to a daughter of a powerful family. The Duke later stops before a painting of his last Duchess which was painted directly on the wall. The Duke orders the emissary to sit down and enjoy the painting as he begins to describe the characteristics and personalities of the Duchess.

I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did. He was coming up with elaborate conspiracies about the people in the haunted house, and the haunted house itself. It was a long wait for the house, but all of Zack’s talking and excitement filled up that time well. I just was feeling good about myself, and thinking about how this haunted house wouldn’t be scary at all.