Personal Narrative: The Red Death

Throughout the gothic horror short story, “The Masque of the Red Death”, Edgar Allan Poe illustrates the struggle of an egotistical prince who refuses to face the inevitable reality of death. Through the downfall of the protagonist, Poe establishes the idea that the inability to face reality often leads to the destruction of the mind. The downfall of the Prince is emphasized by Poe’s use of characterization, setting, and symbolism.

Many short stories have an underlying message that the author does not directly convey. Logan Pearsall Smith states, “It is not what an author says but what he or she whispers, that is important.” This means that the reader needs to search for a hidden message within the story, as one might say; there is more than meets the eye. Two stories supporting this quote are “The Masque of the Red Death,” by Edgar Allan Poe and “The Necklace,” by Guy de Maupassant. The characters within these stories that gradually relate and connect to the quote are Prince Prospero and Madame Loisel.

I will never forget my life before the Red Death took over my town. Before the Red Death overtook most of my town, I had a great fulfilled life. I was married to the lord and we were part of royalty. My day started at dawn. Mass and prayers would be made and I would be served by my maids; this is also the time where my maids would help me get my dress on for the day. After breakfast I had discussions about many of things such as tournaments and poetry. My favorite part of the day was when I got to educate the girls who had been sent to my households. When the morning was over and the afternoon began, my noblewomen duties turned into housewifely duties. My afternoon was spent supervising meals and ensuring that stores were sufficient. I

When it comes to reading literature the most challenging yet important task is to understand the purpose of the author's writing. In Romantic era literature understanding the emotions and thoughts that are created in the reader's mind are essential to gaining a clear message that the writer is trying to send. In Edgar Allen Poe’s short story “The Masque of the Red Death” the narrator immediately introduces the “Red Death”; a disease that has been spreading throughout Prince Prospero’s country; killing his people within half an hour of contracting the disease. Throughout the story the author continuously uses diction and syntax to create suspense and evoke a grim tone to the reader. In the “Masque of The Red Death” Poe produces fearful imagery in the reader's mind through creating a supernatural presence in the setting.

“Get down,” I say, pushing my agent-in-training Xavier to the ground. “Turn on the voice detector and don’t say a word. I’m recording.”

Narrative: The Masque of the Red Death Plot: This narrative talks about a fatal disease that’s been voraciously killed a lot of people. In order to avoid this disease, Prince Prospero has decided to seclude himself from the outside word in his castle. He invited a couple thousand friends that aren’t ill to join him. There are 7 colored rooms in which the guests may stay in, one which is black and red which no one seems to have a liking toward. The prince one day decides to have a royal masquerade ball with all the people in the castle.

The last time I saw the sunrise was in Taney County, Missouri, 1950. I’ve been told stories from long ago. Stories before this land was consumed by hate, fear, and greed. The time was back before the white man came. A time when the red man was intertwined with his creator. The red man lived at one with his Mother, embracing her with careful hands. Never taking more from her than he required, or more than she could replace. Allowing the regeneration of her sacred grounds; she repaid him tenfold. He understood that the land can only replenish if he respected and nurtured her growth.

Energy, kindness, and endurance made itself known throughout the abbey. The masquerades couldn't help but talk and dance and smile and wonder within the walls of the orange room. When one walked by, they could almost feel the warmth seeping through the cracks of the closed door. The candelabrum added to the bright tranquility radiating from the decora from wall to wall to window. As soon as a masquerader walked by, the window would jump out at them inviting, them in. An extreme amount of piquancy, rejuvenation, and spontaneity arose from the walls of the room and blew away the masqueraders with such awe. A room such as this caused a overwhelming feeling unable to be described by the simple mind. Maybe it was the way the room showed exhibitionism, or optimism, or flamboyance, or was it the creative-flare that drew masqueraders in?

The red death is about a rich prince that thought he could outsmart death with money and ended up dying anyways. The red death is also based on the effects of the black death which killed millions of people in europe during the middle centuries. The red death is a very strange story written by edgar allen poe which describes the red death as being so deadly it kills within an half an hour. The story is very strange often including easy to miss symbolism.

With a kingdom in ruins and people dying of disease all around him, Prince Prospero is consumed with no worry except to throw a fabulous masquerade ball for his knights and maidens safely tucked away in his castellated abbey. Separated from the rest of the kingdom dying from disease, Prince Prospero is a coward, afraid of Red Death. Prince Prospero is not an admirable character because of his attempts to cheat death which make him a fool, and by leaving the people of his kingdom to fend for themselves.

Did I get my period? I thought to myself when I was 10. After I did some investigation I found that I had drawn blood after scratching the skin on my right forearm in my sleep. Not only had I not become a woman, but I now had another open sore. When I showed my dad he asked me, "Don't your classmates ask you what happened?" I told him that nobody had ever asked me why my skin was always so red.

Without a warning, a sharp needle begins to stab you over and over again. You feel lightheaded as your vision blurs and objects seem to shift about. Within half an hour, your entire body is stained red and you are starving, cold, and abandoned. You have just contracted the Red Death, a plague that has killed nearly half the kingdom. Your family and friends have either died or have left you in fear or developing the disease themselves. And although you are in extreme agony, one emotion triumphs over your pain: resentment. Each year, the prince of the kingdom would raise taxes higher and higher, claiming he would use it to advance and protect the region. But now, when the kingdom is in the highest need of his assistance, the prince has suddenly disappeared with his nobles inside his castle, where he is safe from the plague. The cold-hearted and mindless nobles who choose to sacrifice everyone else for their own lives were deserving of death.

structure “leaves means neither of ingress or egress” to the chaos of the outside word. However,

The line was moving so slow. There has to be thousands of people in this line leading to death, and I am one in line for death. There were so many people, girls in short shorts, belly shirts, and converses. Boys in Currys, Jordans, and expensive Nike's. The red death machine is so scary and so fast. I’m about to ride the Diamondback, and I'm about to regret coming to kings island.

A perfumed musk clings to the room as all sorts of breeds fill the seat lining the hall. Many of the patriots accompanying the rows of seat are clad in rich purples and vibrant greens, and every face appeared to be some form of humanoid, barring a peculiar half-orc, adorned in a red jerking chased with gold, who seemed to enjoy standing rather than sitting like the rest. Down the center of the many seats cut a path of ornate carpet that lead to an elevated centerstage which housed artifacts and tapestries and mysterious objects housed in obscuring containers. The hustle and bustle of the auction house left the room stuffy. Overhead hung an elaborate chandelier with the finest silverwork that coiled and lead to peaks with licking wicks that