Short Story: Ghost Of High Heart

Poe writes “The Tell Tale Heart” from the perspective of the murderer of the old man. When an author creates a situation where the central character tells his own account, the overall impact of the story is heightened. The narrator, in this story, adds to the overall effect of horror by continually stressing to the reader that he or she is not mad, and tries to convince us of that fact by how carefully this brutal crime was planned and executed. The point of view helps communicate that the theme is madness to the audience because from the beginning the narrator uses repetition, onomatopoeias, similes, hyperboles, metaphors and irony.

“I heard what you said, fool. Wherever this assassin is, I want you and an army of twenty other guards to hunt him down. Do whatever you can.” Her voice was not delicate anymore, as anger rose from her.

He forces his lips away from her skin to look at her sadly, "I would try to apparate you out, but Bellatrix made sure to jinx you so that you'd be bound to the Manor."

Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon walked forward and both wondered why Jon Connington had sent them to High Heart of all the places. Finally stopping, they stood in front of the so-called Ghost of High Heart.

The lady slowly turns around and I glare into her bloodshot eyes as she mutters, “Oh silly little girl, you are not going home

"But you planned the battle. I'm sure that my companions will agree with me that this fact invalidates you as commander of the army."

Sarah is startled, she asks the figure “Who are you and what do you want?”

Throughout history, the rise of cultures led to the rise of cultural difference, and those differences both separated people and brought people together. Every culture must choose whether they will allow their differences from other cultures to cause political unrest and war or collaboration and growth. While most people within almost every culture strives for peace, political and religious radicals cry out that deaths of infidels will lead to the greater good. But the sons and daughters of the mothers and fathers, and the brothers of the sisters and the husbands of the wives, taken from them fail to feel justified.

“You should have known that you could not hide from me. You married me and you must be with me forever, as you have been cursed to never die.” I see something cross his eyes as recognition sets in.

To achieve peace, one must learn to let go. Let go of self-hate, let go of those hating on

“Where have you gone? Why do you leave me here? Why do you punish me?”

This peace, however, is not always guaranteed. Societies have managed to fall under the foolishness of their hierarchy due to mistakes or abuse of their power. Additionally, if peace is obtained the only problem is that it’s always temporary. This problem related to peace is the foundation for the great struggle within societies.

“It doesn’t matter at all,” answered King Edward coolly. “We’ll just wage war against him. No one can stand up against the might of my army and me.”

Her response is, “Hie thee hither/That I may pour my spirits. . ./And chastise my valor. . ./ All that impedes thee from the golden round” (1. 5.

“I don’t care,” you hissed, bristling like a cornered cat. “I’d rather leave than have to look at you, and I bet you want me gone, anyway!”