Essay

“I got up and pretended to study the pictures on the walls like I was a lover of religious art. When I got to the Merciful Mother right above Sinita’s head, I reached in my pocket and pulled out the bottom I’d found on the train. It was sparkly like a diamond and had a little hole in back so you could thread a ribbon through it and wear it like a romantic lady’s choker necklace. It wasn’t something I’d do, but I could see the button would make a good trade with someone inclined in that direction.

The body, as well as the head, was fearfully mutilated…” This raw imagery gives the readers mixed emotions, all while they try to analyze the evidence. They are faced with the same problem that plagued the Prefect of Police: they only look at the obvious evidence, overlooking any other possibilities. The imagery that Poe uses in the Murders in the Rue Morgue puts us in the place of Auguste C. Dupin and the Prefect of Police, challenging us to solve the crime as we are berated with fact, possibilities, and our own human

Bonnie Green, Chief Estimator, agreed that in a normal year only slight delays might develop due to a shortage of labor. However, she pointed out that for such a large project, the company would have to use unionized employees and that the construction industry labor agreements with New York City were to expire on October 30, 2004. Past experience and current construction activity in the surrounding area indicated that any union tradesman would support a strike against the city. Since this is a public project, she estimates that there is a 50% chance that they would strike this project to gain the attention of the national media.

It should be noted I observed several drops of blood in a trail from apartment

By twelve midnight, all the guests saw a scary and bloody strange figure wearing a mask, they became very anxious, so the prince commanded all the guests to snatch this unknown guest and expose his identity. Obviously no one did. They were all terrified and shocked so they marched away from that unidentified stranger. After wards the prince caught him all by himself. He started running after the stranger trying to catch him but he couldn’t, the stranger kept going from room to room. At last, he reached the dark, gloomy, gory and bloody room where the stranger had to face the prince. Right before the prince was about to to stab the intruder, the prince fell on the ground dead. After the incident, the presence of the Red Death” was acknowledged (Poe). Then suddenly and bizarrely, all the guests started falling one after the other. Blood started splattering all around the halls. Then the clock stopped; with the last person dying in the

(Poe, 1843) So not only does the madman murder in the dead of night, but he also severs the body and hides the pieces beneath the floorboards. This gruesome and diabolical act could only be the outcome of a person in a crazed state. Finally, the police arrive, with queries regarding the single shriek that came from the old man before his life was so ruefully robbed. The madman cunningly lies that the shriek was his reaction to a nightmare and that the officers are welcome to search the premises.

Obsession with murder can lead an unwary victim to an untimely death. The narrator from Edgar Allen Poe’s “A Telltale Heart” insists he remains sane but cannot restrain himself from the inevitable. The narrator becomes bothered, obsessed and fascinated with the old man’s vulture-like eye. One night the narrator pounced on the old man, through him on the floor, and suffocated him with the mattress. The narrator chopped up the body and hid the pieces under three floor boards in his room. The narrator invited the police in and talked for a while. The narrator sat on a chair above the floor boards filled the corpse. The narrator recalled old man’s eye in his mind as it started to bother him so much he screamed out in agony, ripping up the

Immediately following the homicide, the narrator tries to think of a way to hide the body. He even says he slept very soundly right after. It is common and humane for people to feel emotions such as guilt after a murder. In result of the narrator not experiencing any emotions, it can be deduced that the narrator is mentally unstable. To further the reasoning of him being unstable, a significant component to analyze would be how the narrator changes. In the beginning of the story, the narrator tells the readers that he was an intense animal lover and had a “tenderness of heart” (Poe 137). He alters from an animal enthusiast to an abusive, homicidal madman. Aside from a character’s behavior and the changes he has throughout the tale, one must also take into consideration what the he says or does not say.

And it sure looked like it. He rolls over, collapsing on the ground clutching his precious 'jewels.' I roll my eyes, pick up my knife, and slit his throat. Sticky blood covers my hand. I take his shirt and wipe it off the blood, I hate the smell. Now, how to get into that room? I shrug and do the most simple thing possible.

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.” The door behind Edgar Allan Poe creaks open, but he does not think much of it. “Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.” The sound of footsteps can be heard in the hallway. “As of someone rapping, rapping at my chamber door,” the footsteps grow louder. “ Tis some visitor I muttered, tapping on my chamber door,” “Only this and nothing more.” BANG! Edgar feels a strong and blunt object strike him in the back of his skull, while falling fast he could barely see the person who had struck him in his head as he fell to the ground and immediately went unconscious when his head hit the floor.

She was not one that would have disturbed the house much on her own account. Every object she saw, the moment she crossed the threshold, appeared to delight her; and every circumstance that took place about her: except the preparing for the burial, and the presence of the mourners. I thought she was half silly, from her behaviour while that went on: she ran into her chamber, and made me come with her, though I should have been dressing the children: and there she sat shivering and clasping her hands, and asking repeatedly—’Are they gone yet?’ Then she began describing with hysterical emotion the effect it produced on her to see black; and started, and trembled, and, at last, fell a-weeping—and when I asked what was the matter, answered, she didn’t know; but she felt so afraid of dying! I imagined her as little likely to die as myself. She was rather thin, but young, and fresh-complexioned, and her eyes sparkled as bright as diamonds. I did remark, to be sure, that mounting the stairs made her breathe very quick; that the least sudden noise set her all in a quiver, and that she coughed troublesomely sometimes: but I knew nothing of what these symptoms portended,

Florian slept fitfully the night before he died. He dreamed of strange creatures with masked snouts and madmen in boats, of a wanderer with a spyglass, and of many other things that need not be mentioned here. He rose in the morning as he always did, by hitting his alarm clock until it shut up. He shuffled to the bathroom, where he had a staring contest with his bedraggled reflection. The thin face with dark brown bedhead stared back at him and stuck out its tongue. Florian showered and dressed quickly, donning his very favorite tie (a navy blue one with oranges on it), drank a cup of coffee, and moseyed his way down to the front door of his apartment complex.

Speaker Mongs propped up a log to sit on and looked on. He took a knife from Lief’s bag and began to peel a potato with it. “Make sure it’s stable and secure, then tie him tight! Use one of your special knots.”

The first criteria considered is energy efficiency in nuclear cleaning, change of state distillation, and reverse osmosis. The best technology, as judged by its energy efficiency, is the method with the lowest energy usage with the greatest yield of water.

He really didn't know why he came here. The responses, evidently all from men searching for nothing more than another's dark fantasy to jack off to, were always of the same ilk. Juvenile questions or comments, boasts, demands for details and pictures, or accusations of him of being a liar. However, it wasn't that which had him shake his head in disgust, but the lack of intelligence possessed by the lurkers. Did every pervert have to be stupid and what did that say about him? His IQ likely outstripped that of all theirs combined.