Nations In Edger Allan Poe Stories
anonymous
October 16 2010, 07:30:57 UTC
I would love to see any/all nations involved in things from Edger Allan Poe stories. Couples don't have to be involved but I have a weakness for UsUk and I'll go for any pairings except FrUk.
Bonus1: Somehow using the poem "The raven" with Englands loss of Colony!America Bonus2: Nations in a situation similar to "Masque of The Red Death" Bonus3: Pirate!England in "A Desent into the Maelstrom"
Captcha: Emovill , XD OP is not emo for liking Poe I swear!
The Raven and the Rattler [2/3]
anonymous
October 16 2010, 19:01:53 UTC
England shook himself and closed the door up tight once more. As he closed the final latch, he half-believed he felt something slid across his foot, like river water given a form neither fluid nor solid in its power. He looked, but there was nothing there - only the carpet, and the dancing light of his fire
( ... )
The Raven and the Rattler [3/3]
anonymous
October 16 2010, 19:03:07 UTC
And there among the patterns, another movement he spied, this unlike anything the fire could have conjured. It was fluid yet solid, and strong, with muscles curling and uncurling through its natural motions as it slithered o’er the floor. A second later he heard the rattle, like uncooked beans within a kettle, shattering the silence like glass against a stone
( ... )
Not OP (But a major Poe fan!)
anonymous
October 16 2010, 19:19:51 UTC
Writer Anon you are a wonderful person! I really liked how you worked in the "Don't Tread On Me" snake. You did a beautiful job of changing the poem to a poetic narrative that just got more and more poetic at it went on!
8D This makes me so happy! I'll admit I had to look up the snake reference but having it in there makes it even better!
I feel bad for England but gosh darn I love these kinds of things. You did the poem justice I think and I didn't find the ending weird at all, I liked it. I send lots of love and gratitude to you for this!
The Cask of Amontillado Micro Fill
anonymous
October 16 2010, 22:43:21 UTC
Arthur grinned and slid down the wall with his hands, smoothing over his work with gentle touches and checking for any small error which he might have overlooked. He could still hear the muffled shouts and the shaking of chain links through the brickwork and perhaps he would never be free of them, even after Francis had choked on the rank air, full of the poison of nitre and expired here below the city. Or perhaps he would last long enough to suffocate as the oxygen was depleated. Or perhaps he would even starve, or lose enough blood in the frantic and useless srambling to free himself.
"Arthur! Kirkland, you bastard!"
The city, the world, he thought with orgasmic pleasure, would be free of the bastard as surely as he now was. His bones would lie here forever, their whereabouts an eternal myster to all save himself.
[Microfill] For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams.... PoLiet
anonymous
December 5 2010, 09:01:46 UTC
I was a child, and she was a child, in this kingdom by the sea.
And there was something, Lithuania thought, about that one American writer he could relate to.
That Edgar Allan Poe.
Because if there was something Poe understood, it was the macabre, the gruesome, the pain, the death. He saw the torment of the world and wrought it into words that were almost tangible.
(And the beauty.)
Softly, Lithuania ran a hand over the smooth page of a particularly thick tome, reading the words ‘Annabel Lee’ emblazoned on the top of the page, and smiled a little bitterly.
But we loved with a love that was more than love-Poland was an ass, perhaps, but somehow when he looked at Lithuania, there was something there that Lithuania knew to be care and more. They could have been happy, in a way. They were sort of happy
( ... )
Bonus1: Somehow using the poem "The raven" with Englands loss of Colony!America
Bonus2: Nations in a situation similar to "Masque of The Red Death"
Bonus3: Pirate!England in "A Desent into the Maelstrom"
Captcha: Emovill , XD OP is not emo for liking Poe I swear!
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I feel bad for England but gosh darn I love these kinds of things. You did the poem justice I think and I didn't find the ending weird at all, I liked it. I send lots of love and gratitude to you for this!
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Love it!
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"Arthur! Kirkland, you bastard!"
The city, the world, he thought with orgasmic pleasure, would be free of the bastard as surely as he now was. His bones would lie here forever, their whereabouts an eternal myster to all save himself.
Note: I love this story. <3 http://www.literature.org/authors/poe-edgar-allan/amontillado.html
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Thank you for the lovely minifill!
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And there was something, Lithuania thought, about that one American writer he could relate to.
That Edgar Allan Poe.
Because if there was something Poe understood, it was the macabre, the gruesome, the pain, the death. He saw the torment of the world and wrought it into words that were almost tangible.
(And the beauty.)
Softly, Lithuania ran a hand over the smooth page of a particularly thick tome, reading the words ‘Annabel Lee’ emblazoned on the top of the page, and smiled a little bitterly.
But we loved with a love that was more than love-Poland was an ass, perhaps, but somehow when he looked at Lithuania, there was something there that Lithuania knew to be care and more. They could have been happy, in a way. They were sort of happy ( ... )
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It's so lovley! PoLiet is so cute and your right. It does suit them in a way~
For your first fill this is really good. Thank you!
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