Maria Clemm's Narrow: A Narrative Fiction

A single drop of deep crimson blood fell onto the pristine, alabaster sink in the home of Thomas Milburn. In his peripheral vision, he could see another one slithering down his cheek into the basin. His hands were shaking again, he had noticed the tremors only yesterday, and yet they were already worsening. He looked down at the silver razor in his hand, the white splotches of cream were now tinted with a red hue.

Edgar Allan Poe was a great but tortured poet that had a terrible life. He also had a terrible and mysterious death. An opinion on how Poe died was from encephalitic rabies. The evidence is from letters sent to a collage supporting the theory on how he died. How he could have died from it, is because the symptoms can stay in your body without showing symptoms.

The lack of mental stability, homicidal tendencies, and the large gap in time, it is safely said that Montresor is not a reliable narrator. It is apparent to the reader that he does not have all his marbles. In what society would someone who is not all mentally there be seen as a reliable source? The fact that he is able to pick up on Fortunato’s weakness and exploits them proves how unreliable he is. “He had a weak point… He prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine…” (Poe, 360). Montresor use of verbal irony demonstrates that the murder is premeditated. “... the cough… it will not kill me…” states Fortunato who receives “True-true…” as a response from Montresor (Poe, 362). He exploits this and deceives the man to go down into the caverns that housed the supposed Amontillado. Furthermore, Montresor never tells the reader what Fortunato actually did. He only states, “The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could, but when ventured upon insult I vowed revenge” (Poe, 360). Insults do not call for homicide. Additionally, it seems to be a retelling from an event fifty years ago. “For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them.

Edgar Allen Poe was an amazing writer whose life ended much sooner than expected on October 7, 1849. His cause of death is an unknown and very controversial topic. Some say that he died of alcohol poisoning, while others believe that he died due to a case of rabies. Some think that on his journey to the North he had a large amount of an alcoholic beverage which lead him to die before he could reach his destination. According to Burton R. Pollin and Robert E. Benedetto, two professors from CUNY and the University of South Carolina, “ Evidence of Poe’s chronic binges is strewn through his letters in periodic admissions of ‘recoveries’ and promises to …. ‘Reform’” This could show how Poe often drank more that he should have and could be a likely

In conclusion, I believe that Edgar Allen Poe unfortunately died of symptoms of rabies, and not alcohol. Even though we will never truly know the reason for his death, rabies

In the story, the narrator becomes addicted to alcohol, causing his many violent acts. He describes it as a disease that, “...grew upon me—for what disease is like Alcohol!—even Pluto began to experience the effects of my ill temper.” (Poe, 2) Addiction is most likely one of the most dangerous of human nature because it can consume your life. Poe even includes that the narrator’s, “...original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.” (Poe, 2) Poe takes this idea to an extreme, but brings the attention to the detrimental effects of letting any one thing have too much possession of your

"At least you like coffee, I'm stuck with tea." The younger girl paused to think. "Hey, I'm going to make a cup of tea, want coffee?" Scott said yes and gave his thanks whilst Chloe walked into the kitchen. "I wish we lived close to each other. The only times we see each other in real life is at conventions and sometimes when the Late Night Crew get together. I miss you sometimes. Skype can only do so much, you know?" The kettle had boiled and so the young girl began to make the coffee. "We had to write about our perfect partner in a French lesson once. I wrote about you and the other girls teased me for being faithful. 'You were meant to write about your perfect partner, not

By Saturday afternoon, the eighty-seven residents of the rural southern town of Wrongberight have borne the wrath of four days of intense intermittent rainstorms and to add to their woes, another storm approaches the town from the northeast. One of the locals, Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived here and has a homespun philosophy concerning weather – ‘weather will be weather and she will do as she damn well pleases’. Therefore, around four on this particular Saturday, as ominous clouds lace the sky and soaring Pines bend to the rhythm of gusting wind, she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, and gradually eases out of her driveway. Cautiously, she turns onto Flat Bottom Road and follows it south along the edge of the

The decision I made to Edgar Allan Poe’s cause of death was being murdered. This is the right decision because my research and Socratic seminar relate to Poe’s conditions and appearances which support my decision. “Walsh argues that Poe actually made it to Philadelphia, where he was ambushed by Shelton’s three brothers,”(Catherine Townsend). This quote illustrates that Walsh’s brother didn’t want Poe with the reason that they probably didn’t want him to marry their sister since they were going to marry in 10 days as well as it supports Poe’s later conditions and appearances when he was at the hospital.

The story “The Cask of Amontillado” is a short story full of revenge, hatred and ultimately death. Many believe that this story is made entirely from Poe’s imagination. In reality, Poe used events that occurred in his own life to write the majority of the plot in this story. Poe based most of the story off of his alcohol addiction, his family’s deaths from tuberculosis, and the dark and often macabre times that he had experienced in his life.

Readers like an ending that is like a puzzle. They like to have to use their own imagination to interpret the ending of the story. One author that make the ending extremely interesting is Edgar Allan Poe. The ending of many of Poe's work is left ambiguous. In The Fall of the House of Usher the cause of the house falling was the dramatic effect of natural causes. Many people believe in hunting in Usher, but malnutrition is a more logical explanation. When the house fell, the Usher line died with it.

Star’s screams echoed all around me. I paused for a moment. Where was she? Was she in trouble? I couldn’t afford to lose another girl, I’m still torn apart from the death of Milk.

My eyes flickered open revealing two windows connected to a blue wall. I was in bed in a bedroom I'd never seen before. Rolling onto my back I pulled my arms up to wipe my eyes. I had a massive headache, but it could've been from the sunlight. I pulled my arms back and gasped. My cast was gone and there was rope tied around my wrists. I tried to sit up, but my ankles were tied as well. I couldn't move without being pulled back down. Where am I? How did I get here?

“I'm right here. What do you need Mandy?” She replied peering over at me from the top of her magazine.

9-year-old VICKY and 5-year-old LISA scurry into the kitchen and hop up on the stools. Both girls swing their feet, kicking the counter.