We were given the task of rewriting a section from The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe in 1843. This is what I came up with.
I do not know how the idea first entered my mind; but once it had it was prominent night and day. There was not true objective. There was no true passion. I dearly loved that old man. He had never betrayed me, or insulted me. There was nothing I wanted from him. But his eye was vulture like - pale blue, with a film over it - and it bought me terror. My blood would run cold whenever it was upon me. So, over time, the idea of taking his life seemed better. I could rid myself of that gaze forever.
You think I am mad, but I am not. Those ensconced in madness know nothing. You should have seen the care I took - the foresight - the perfection with which I went to work.
Afterwards we were told to write a poem based on a line from one of the stories we have read. I chose the last line from the story The Lottery by Shirley Jackson in The Granta book of the American Short Story
Silence fell across the crowd
Not a sound
With stones in hand
There was a scream
This isnt fair
This isnt right
The voice rang out
And then there was no more
No free writing today. Sorry guys








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Art ennobles the soul even if the art in question is far from perfect.
~excerpt from 'Shooting Butterflies'
~rose-opal~
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Art ennobles the soul even if the art in question is far from perfect.
~excerpt from 'Shooting Butterflies'
~rose-opal~
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