Edgaralanpoe Stories

Raw poetry that exposes the soul. Some like Poe, some like Taylor Swift, all full of feeling.

***It's a known fact that Poe deserves more love ***sorry if the cover is a little wonky, I tried 6 times *1 chapter/One-Shot story ~~~ I Want Hugs Presents: More than Words Can Describe! ~~~ ''I'm sorry, the other day when you fell, I grabbed your book on accident.'' You said, trembling almost. Poe snatched it from you, flustered someone read his private works. ''Well... d-did you like it?''

I wrote this story with elements borrowed from Edgar Alan Poe's writing style, for school. This short story was written at a very low point in my life but I hope that some part of it resonates with you or leaves you puzzled. Keep in mind that despite its dark theme, this story was written with hope in mind, which plays a very important role in the life of our protagonist.

Random assignments I had to write for school. Mostly rewrites, imaginary scenes and original work.

a poem by Edgar alan poe

I love them sm and I don't see many story's about them so here is one from Me 😍 Contians: Fluff Angst Smut Lemon, lime? (whatever that shit is) And ya!

"If I do your going to leave me again.." He trembled. "I can't have you leave me again, please. Just for tonight, stay with me." I posted this on ao3 so I figured to post it here aswell This is so cringe 😞

A short story of a mad women, in 20'th century goth style. This short story reminds me of an Edgar Alan Poe story. Hope you enjoy!!

Famous poems are brought to life with stories based directly from the poetry. Includes Edgar Alan Poe, Shel Silverstein, Langston Hughes, E. E. Cummings, William Shakesphere, and more.

Prince Prospero's attempts to avoid a dangerous plague known as the Red Death by hiding in his abbey. He, along with many other wealthy nobles, has a masquerade ball within seven rooms of his abbey, each decorated with a different color. In the midst of their revelry, a mysterious figure disguised as a Red Death victim enters and makes his way through each of the rooms. Prospero dies after confronting this stranger, whose "costume" proves to have nothing tangible inside it; the guests also die in turn.

just look at the title ... ya get the gist.