【Recommend】short horror story- The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

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This is a short story written according to "The Raven" ( "The Raven" is a poem by Poe Eager)

Short story- The Raven

Once upon a midnight in the cold, lonely winter, Poe was alone and has been ever since the betrayal of his true love. It was a frigid and soundless night too, a night Poe will never forget, the night he saw his love with another man, the night he both his happiness and his love’s life ended. The images were spinning over and over again in his head, repeatedly, never ending, the nightmare of guilt occurred and almost beaten him. He missed her, although he tired not to. He couldn't forget her, couldn't forget those horror eyes full of sorrow tears with the blood spilled face; it marked in his heart and shadowed his life. He was at the end of the collapse; it seemed like even a little spark could mark the fire and burned him to hell, where he belonged. Yet, he missed her.

On this midnight filled with silence, he was reading a book with the darkness pain in mind and the sweetest love in heart. He was so concentrated on his book and it almost seemed like he was trying to put his soul into the book to decrease his sorrow. Suddenly, a tapping sound broke the silence and recalled his soul back to reality. The tapping, nearly a rapping, rapping on his chamber door, he was curious and wondered who. “A midnight visitor?” He muttered to the air “Yes that shall be it, and nothing more.” He answered himself. He decided to ignore the voice from deep in his heart, telling him, the memory was in return.

The memory of shock, bitterness; it was a year ago, but it would always felt like yesterday for Poe. When he came home with the ring, the result of hard working, he prepared to give her the happiness of the whole world. He was going to let Lenore be the happiest woman in the world; he promised he‘d love her until the end of the earth. With all these he was going to say, but never got to, he found his love with another man on their bed, laughing, screaming and enjoying… He could not remember what he was thinking at the time, all he remembered was the banging on the door with the man’s shouting and the screaming of his Lenore on the bed, and finally silence. Poe, along with his shimmering sword was all covered by blood, the blood of the woman he loved with his life. Her eyes were still opened, asking in silence why. The eyes that bothered him until now…

Awaken from his memory; he remembered it was the bleak December, with this idea, the wave of sorrow hit him from head to toe, the sorrow for Lenore, his love and pain. He wished the angel name Lenore shall come back and pity his soul of miss. The purple curtain thrilled him with incredible terrors, a terror he never felt before. With the complex feeling inside him, his heart beated like it had never beated before. He wished it were both Lenore and nothing more. He slowly opened the door with the excitement, fear and a nervous feeling around him. He saw only the darkness and nothing more. He walked into the darkness, missing, dreaming, doubting, finally asking his deepest fear, “Lenore?” Silence was the answer, only the echo brought back the evidence of the silence was once been broken.

After he realized nothing was outside his chamber door, he returned to his house. However, the silence did not stay long either; he heard the tapping sound again. He was sure that it must be something out side of the window this time. Thus, he went to open the window, and saw a raven staying there with yore. The raven came in as the window opened; it stopped at the bust of Pallas above the chamber door. Poe was curious about the background of this raven. He even smiled as he saw Lenore in front of him as the raven. “What is your true name?” asked Poe. “Nevermore,” was the only word given by the raven. It sounded like the raven was full of secret and mystery, but unwilling to share.

Poe thought “Nevermore” was the name of the mysterious bird. Once Poe thought the raven, Nevermore was here to save him out of the pain of missing Lenore. He asked and asked, but the only word came out of the raven’s mouth was “nevermore.” Poe finally realized that the raven is not any mystery or the angel of Lenore; it just captured this word of nevermore from some unhappy master. His hope of seeing Lenore again died with the never of “nevermore.” They stared at each other in the eyes, Poe ask this bird this final question with his last hope of mystery the raven might had. He wonder, “Will I meet Lenore in Heaven one day?” but still, his hope fake, as the answer “Nevermore” was given. His anger broke, he cried, “thy God hath lent thee, by these angels he hath sent thee, respite from the memory of Lenore.” “You are the devil’s slave, the evil’s messenger,” he pointed at the raven and shouted. “You don’t belong here, Get out of my house!” As if the pressure of missing, the memory of Lenore was becoming too heavy for him or the disappointment of seeing Lenore betray him. He tried, as hard as he should, screamed at the raven, yelled at the raven to leave, and gave him back his clean memory of Lenore.

However, the stillness of the raven showed that he was not going to leave. Poe believed, in the raven’s shadow, locked his soul within Lenore’s memory. It shall never be release, nevermore. He finally understood the meaning of the raven, the meaning of himself; he shall never get rid of the guilt and the pain for Lenore, his true love.

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