Good afternoon readers!! I hope to make up for lost time this week with a few posts. Normally I post on Thursdays; however, I am going to post multiple times this week with different excerpts from different short stories that I think you all will enjoy.
Today’s short story is Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart”. If you’ve never read any of Poe’s work you might want to read with caution being that he has a way of creating characters that embody the darker side of humanity.
In this specific story he masterfully crafts a story that makes you feel like you are in the mind of the narrator:
“How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily–how calmly I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture–a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees—very gradually–I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.”
Poe has revealed the power one’s subconscious can have on a person. Thus, bringing us to a crossroad of choosing a darker solution to one’s turmoil or rising above the darker.