Edgar A. Poe finished the last line of ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ with a flourish. “Now to put them onto clean sheets of paper”, he said looking at the blood stained pages. “And of course, put away the body.” This was directed to the body of Mr Harper which slumped next to the desk. He gripped the body by the legs and thought with pleasure of his new deeds and the new novel which rose from it. He dragged it to the cellar next to the bodies of Lady Lenore, Mr Roderane, Mrs Magdalene, Lady Bernice and the most beautiful Lady Ligeia (always a soft spot for her). Now he thought of the victim for his next story. “Maybe Madame Espana. She is living quite the worthless life. I should help her put an end to it. In return, she’ll give me my new story. I’ll call it ‘The Murders in the Rue Morgue’…” He turned to the opposite wall. It was decorated with his prized collections of axes, saws, pistols and revolvers. “Perhaps this time I’ll use the pistol and then the saw. Poor Madame Espana has been eating too much nowadays.”
NAME: Sanjana Rao
ROLL NUMBER: 1214252
THE LOVER’S SONG
Maria couldn’t believe her luck. She watched as Mike held the door open for her, his eyes continuously fixed on her and his beatific smile mesmerising her. She now knew it was possible for the perfect human being to exist. Mike was the very manifestation of this. He was handsome, smart, head chief of the New York State Hospital. He did charity in Africa. And to add to all this is the fact that he’s rich, which is not bad at all.
They met at the fundraiser ball in Maryland. Her boss introduced them and from then on they continued talking for the rest of the evening and then he left her home. He had asked her for lunch the next day. She was ecstatic. Her last boyfriend was a douche to say the least. Being an editor for the Time magazine, she found herself in many of these balls. She met many people, but Mike had certain interest in her from the very second that...