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Edgar Allan Poe Eyes
Edgar Allan Poe Eyes
by Maya L. Thornton
My name is Lenore. That's it. Lenore. Not last name. I'm 16 years-old. I go to Zombie High, actually San Diaz High; I call it Zombie High because it's filled with fashion zombies and slaves of fashion. I am also a goth who hates upbeat shit. Another thing I am obsessed with Edgar Allan Poe. That obsession makes me the weirdo of the school.
I don't care if I'm a weirdo.
I like being a weirdo. I have things that make me very unique from those pampered brats like the head bitch of the school, Courtney Clinton.
I have a very dark demeanor. A very, very dark demeanor. It scares people sometimes. I am anti-social. I don't crack a smile if I see a clown or when a boy looks at me. I don't smile at all to be frank. I don't laugh, either. The only time my face ever has a smirk on it or when I laugh is when I see somebody fall, a happy couple that was about to get married break up, or when any human shows any emotion. I can't help but be laughing or smiling when humans act like fools. Like I said, I have a very dark demeanor. But, I don't really consider my demeanor to be dark. I just think it's almost like a character from one of Edgar Allan Poe's stories. Yes, my demeanor is exactly like a character from one of Edgar Allan Poe's stories. Isn't that a grand thought?
My heart is devoured in darkness. It's because the world is dark, cold, and unfeeling to me. So, I return the favor by doing the same thing. A very good lie that I always tell my teachers and the guidance consular when they hound me about punching Courtney Clinton or one of her little cronies. That always seems to get them teary eyed and sympathetic; then, they tell me to go back to class. I am a very good liar I might add.
My heart isn't that way because of the cruel, cruel world. No, it's because God made my heart this way. Even the divine and holy One wanted me dark. Or...that's what my mom told me.
When I was three, I killed our cat, Pluto, by putting rat poison in his cat food. That's when Mom told me, "Why did you do that, Lenore-you don't have to answer that I already got the answer. It's because God made you that way." Good ol' Mom.
No, it's not because I was made that way. It's because I have Edgar Allan Poe's eyes. It might be strange but I do. I see the things how he saw the world. I see dead bodies, people hanging from nooses, and chickens waddling without any heads on their bodies. I like having his eyes. I love my Edgar Allan Poe eyes.
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Comments
rainhelpshidetears Says:
actually i think its great
i love it
i love ur expression
its such a great way of thinkin bout it
-ami
Ozzyturtle123 Says:
Wow, that's dark.0_0 Very interesting though.
doc tor nec ros Says:
E.A.Poe was a mean drunk when he was sober he was very depressed. I do find it somewhat ironic that your name is lenore. Anyways that wasn't much of a story: no plot, no real development, sounded more like a rant and you compared yourself to someone and missed the entire point of said person.
mercury yume Says:
there is some potential in this, but really the only interest is in the cat killing, everything else is slim and undeveloped, and at times there is a lot of cliche. "My heart is devoured in darkness. It's because the world is dark, cold, and unfeeling to me" is not the kind of phrase you can use lightly, this is something you need to suggest through the characters reactions to the world, rather than outright saying 'I'm dark and depressed'. You've told us the character rather than developed and shown us the character. Also no plot, but this is more of a character monologue, which isn't a bad thing.