English Fiction – Short Story (Reflections on The Fall of the House of Usher) (1) It is still a summer, yet there is an unmistakable scent of death in the air. This scent has always followed me, since was a kid. The strange attraction of decay, which I hated so much that I became curious about its essence It was the time when it dawned me that the walls in this house were trying to convey me a message all along! The barely detectable curse is the strongest one; I can feel it lingering around me, even when Im far away from the House One time I realized that the House was looking at me when I was in the back yard, picking up roses for Madeleine. She is only the person in the world who knows that what I say is true. Weve always been together her, the House and me I know the old shack wants to tell the world about our secret, it comes up with many tricks to manifest its sick knowledge. Yet, people dont know that its alive; they dont even notice the fresh cracks on the wall blessed are the ignorant! I dont believe in supernatural, but what if sickness and depravity is in your very own blood? I dont believe in life after death, besides the process biological recycling, but if death is nothingness, how come the notion of its inevitability excites me so much? I guess Ill find out soon enough, Madeleine is going to take a peek beyond and I will know Here comes my friend, poor bugger thinks I need him to comfort me.
No! I want him to face the depravity, I want him to taste what Ive been living with my whole life. Its now just the matter of time before I get to know whether Im crazy or not (2) I dont know what bores me the most, my friend or his never-ending stories The poison of conventional morality is the worst of all poisons! But it is a time now to make him useful for a change. We will carry Madeleine to he tomb and then Ill let him to continue entertaining me, while I wait for her to come after me. This what House wants if ugliness is complete, it can be just as perfect as health and beauty. Cant believe I used to consider this man to be my friend. Im sure hed turn against me, had he learnt the truth. But I cant do him a favor of freeing his soul out of his body yet; its better to have an ungrateful spectator than no audience at all I know shell come tonight; the weather is perfect for evil and death.
The Essay on St. Augustine and the Death of a Friend
This paper considers St. Augustine's grief at the death of his friend, his attachments to mortal things, and why he regrets them. (4 pages; 1 source; MLA citation style)IIntroductionIn Chapter IV of his Confessions, St. Augustine describes his terrible grief at the death of a friend, and then goes on to discuss attachments to mortal things, and why he regrets them.This paper explores Augustine's ...
There is the sound of tombs lead sliding aside. But look at this animal; he continues to read his book aloud, if nothing was happening! What if he wont see anything, because his skin is just too thick? Itll be all for nothing. I know Madeleine can forgive me sacrificing her for the sake of adding the last touch to this noble tragedy, but what if itll turn out as cheap comedy? No, no It wont happen, I hear the House talking to me again. He dares me to continue on just a little more waiting and dead Madeleine will enter this room and embrace me! I crave so much for the stench of rotting body What if shes still alive? But was she ever alive..? No, she was always dead, just as me, who was thrown into this world of light to represent darkness Here is she! The door swung open to reveal a horrible spectacle Madeleine stood there, extending her hands to me! She came after me, just as I hoped Im terrified, but Im also excited. I realized the essence of ultimate evil: it is when walking stick blooms with flowers, when table can move around the house, when House can talk evil is abnormality! I know why Im being cursed now; my predecessors had committed the worst of all sins the sin of incest. Blood is like a gold – once its tainted, it can never be purified. It takes only a teardrop of excrement to spoil the barrel of honey.
The House begins to tremble her face is so near its scary and beautiful at the same time. Run my friend, run before roof collapses, youve touched the evil, youll be happy to survive. But I just want to unite with Madeleine in the final ecstasy of loving death!.
The Essay on A Necessary Evil
Scene one (Our desires provide the means for our destruction) To some I’m known as the merchant of death and to others the purveyor of all that is immoral. Personally I like to draw a comparison between myself and the devil, the only difference being, I wear a better suit. Yes I suppose you could blame me for all the death and destruction that exists in the world today, but please remember ...
