The Bestowment
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Complete, First published May 06, 2020
I love all things Edgar Allan Poe, so when I first read The Tell-Tale Heart, I wanted to write my own tale told from the murderer's point of view. The only way I could make my own story work is if I write my own way - not copy, no homages. And, of course, get to a frame of mind to become a madman -- religious-zealot-misogynistic-first-kill-crazy-madman head (or what I think it is like).

So, this is it. I hope you like this. ❤️

My Thank You's:

1. Thank you, Google! Lots of 'neck anatomy', 'strangle in detail' 'strangle fatal' 'trachea break' 'strangulation minutes to die' etc searches. 

2. Thank you, Robert Ludlum and Jason Bourne, for teaching me when I was 15 the proper way to fatally strangle someone. 

3. Finally, a huge thanks to my brother who gave me anatomical and medical advice. 

Me: Point to me how blue. (Beat.) Oh, very blue.
Him: Purple, too.
Me: If I strangle someone, how long will it take for them to die?

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