Edger Allen Poe's Present Time-Personal Narrative

Light rushes through a gap in the curtain flooding into my eyes. Irritated, I roll over onto my side, covering my face with an old pillow that smelt like cheese puffs. Consequently I’m itchy all over, must of left the door open and let the bed bugs bite. Crawling out of bed right leg, searching for the floor to regain reality and get out of bed. Ordinarily my eyes tried adjusting to the bright

I woke up on the very edge of my bed my blankets tossed on the floor and my head buried into a pillow. I groaned as I pushed myself off the bed picking up the blankets and laying them on the mattress. I stretched my arms and yawned as I walked over to my bathroom and twisting the knobs trying to find a perfect temperature.

I listened to her shout orders to her maids and the panicked pitter patter that followed. As I was left alone in the warm tub, I leaned back and lowered myself until the water was just below my nose. My eyes fluttered to a close as I allowed myself to enjoy the moment. This was a piece of heaven, never would I have imagined

My alarm blasted its sound in my ear, waking me up. I desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but it was another dreaded school day. Fighting my desire to continue sleeping, I walked over to the bathroom and splashed cold water from the sink on my face to wake myself up. Unfortunately, even that couldn’t completely shake my tiredness. “Oh well…” I sighed as I began stroking my hairbrush through the length of my chestnut-colored hair.

I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my somewhat dim, water powered alarm clock, wondering what time it was. 7:43. Way early. Despite being awfully comfortable, I got up, figuring I was just hungry. As I walked the the kitchen, I pondered about my snack. Carrots and orange juice usually is the best choice. ( This is actually a good midnight snack! You should try it! ) I made it to the fridge. As I opened it, I took in the cold air against my warm, cozy fur. Then I realized, that I was sweating. I dropped the blanket I had wrapped around me. Much better. I grabbed my carrots and orange juice, dragged the blanket behind me and took my time getting back to my room. I hopped onto the bed with my snack in hand, and turned on the TV with the remote. The button let out a quiet ‘click!’ as I pushed the smooth, plastic button, before the TV turned on.

The long, hot shower was exactly what she needed. She took her time, washed her hair and shaved. When she returned to her room wearing only a towel, she wasn’t alone. Cameron had showered and was sprawled naked across the bed.

Authors use forms of syntax, diction, imagery, tone, and argument to illustrate the point and feel that they want to get across to the reader. In this narrative, Edgar Allen Poe uses elements in his narrative to argue that although what he has experienced might not be so horrible in another's eyes, it has destroyed him. He uses syntax and diction to describe the rest of his narrative, and to reinforce his statements, which seems to contrast another when he states that this narrative will be ‘wild, homely, and terrible'- giving the reader a feel of exaggeration- but also he states that what he says will be ‘plain and succinct'- the truth. There is a sign of insecurity, confusion, and disbelief in this

When I arrive back at my home, I look in the bathroom mirror. My face reminds me of my mother’s. I inherited her nose, freckles, and auburn hair. I flick the faucet up, and clean the dust from my bright purple goggles. My bandana goes in the washing machine, to rid it of dust, and I take a shower.

Edgar Allen Poe was born January 19, 1809. He died October 7 1849. He only lived for forty years.

I groaned, brushing through my hair and running the straightener over it multiple times to get it straight. My hair hated me today and I hated it back, but when did my hair ever like me, honestly. Letting out a huff, I turned off the iron and went back into my bedroom, looking at the clothes on my bed.

Now, the first thing I needed to do was to fix my bedroom doorknob. It hadn’t been closing properly or locking for a while. A quick trip to Osh did the trick. That was easy. Next up- clean my room, which currently looked like a hurricane just whooshed by. I dove into my bed and started grabbing random shirts that had accumulated. The soft mattress felt so good, I had to take a breather. And of course,

He heard his alarm clock ring as loudly as a car horn. He threw himself out of his cozy bed and showered. He had been waiting for a long time. for this day. He knew he would miss the fresh smell of that crispy Irish soap his wife bought him.

Nestor was awakened by a very loud noise. It sounded like some extremely loud footsteps. They were so strong they shook the entire ground. Rocks began to fall from the caves roof. Then all rocks fell to the ground, and made the entire cave collapse. Nestor was buried under a big pile of rocks, and dirt.

Edgar Allan Poe had an interesting but challenging life that helped him become the famous poet that he is today. He had many frustrating points in his life that helped him develop his style of writing. I will be telling you all about the life of Edgar Allan Poe.

I threw back my comforter and slowly rose out of my bed. The sun wasn’t even up yet; it felt like an injustice to be wasting these precious hours that I could be asleep to be getting ready to go to the doctor. Stumbling towards the bathroom, I brushed my