Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allen Poes's Story: The Raven

"The Raven", which was written through Poe's suffering for his dying wife, deals with the dread of death and the "impending doom" of losing a loved one. In the end, Poe realizes that out of his nightmares and tragic life would come his legacy, his stories for future generations.read the short story

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Other
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Edgar Allen Poe
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The Tell-Tale Heart

tell-tale-heartTRUE!--nervous--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but
why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses--not destroyed--not dulled them.
Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell.read the short story

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Horror
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Edgar Allen Poe
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The Cask of Amontillado

The Cask of AmontilladoThe thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk.read the short story

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Horror
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Edgar Allan Poe
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The Black Cat

black_cat_storyFOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not--and very surely do I not dream.read the short story

story type: 
Crime
Author: 
Edgar Allan Poe
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The Cask of Amontillado

The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.read the short story

story type: 
Horror
Author: 
Edgar Allan Poe
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4

The Angel of the Odd

AN EXTRAVAGANZA.

IT was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually
hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic _truffe_ formed not the least
important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room, with my feet
upon the fender, and at my elbow a small table which I had rolled up
to the fire, and upon which were some apologies for dessert, with some
miscellaneous bottles of wine, spirit and _liqueur_. In the morning Iread the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
Edgar Allan Poe
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7

The Masque of the Red Death

THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men.read the short story

story type: 
Horror
Author: 
Edgar Allan Poe
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