Gothic Short Stories

The Tell Tale Heart and The Red Room are two short stories that share the genre of a gothic horror story. They are both based in the nineteenth century but the plots are very diverse from one another. The Tale Tell Heart tells the story of a man driven to insanity by his landlord’s eye whereas The Red Room is a story about an ignorant man whose disbelief in ghosts leads to him spending the entire night in a haunted room with ominous consequences. With both stories set pre 1914, the writers could expand upon their main ideas as the current time was one of huge conflict between religion and science. People were worried by the thoughts of witchcraft and magic in that era, but at the same time it intrigued them.

believes he is bound to the honor of his word and cannot tell the secret that

Rain hit my head, raced down my face and back. We trudged through the mud, sinking in our boots feet deep. All we could see was our breathe, all we could hear was the wind slapping against the trees, rain hitting, and our boots squishing in the mud. We expected the weather to be like this, the weather channel had been going crazy all week about a storm passing through our way around 5 pm today. Just as predicted the rain became heavier, fog thicker, and sky darker. But our search group did not give up; we had been searching months for the beloved missing girl named Emma Barrett in the Elliott State Forest in Oregon. She was last scene heading into the forest with her parents on a Tuesday afternoon for a hike, hours

'The Tell Tale Heart' is located in a house that is probably old as a

“‘The Sword of the Morning’ is coming for us, huh?” The Smiling Knight hummed, thoughtfully, interrupting Alayna’s internal monologue, “I’d like to have his fancy sword.”

"You can't fool me little girl! Let's get this over with." A sword shot out from his scarred, left arm. The sword reflected the light, begging for blood. As he walked toward Ashika, Kamali started to growl.

“And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? Now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.” –“Tell Tale Heart” by Edgar Allen Poe

Okay, this was it. She was either going to walk out that door and into the unknown, or she was going to march right back into her bathroom and remove this costume and order Chinese take-out for dinner. Screw it! She was going.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?" Her furious green eyes glared into his nonchalant ones.

“It’s me, kid,” The sword spoke. “Welcome to a world of magic. I’m your guard. That thing in there will kill you, but not if you don’t kill it first. It’s not hard, you have me, and I’m chalked full of

I lower my sword and put it back in the hilt. “I can train Sara as a messenger,” I say. “She might not have a job doing it now, but at least I can teach her how to run away if need be.” I lower my sword, sliding it in the scabbard. “Besides, it’s not like I have anything to do.”

When learning the ropes of literature you must pay close attention. My understanding to literary themes is going beyond what the title to the short story is. The short story theme I am going conduct on is “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty’ by James Thurber (1973). In this short story the literary elements being used is plot and symbols and the theme being full of distractions and disruption. The narrator is giving a third person point of view in sharing the thoughts of the characters. Walter Mitty the daydreamer is very humorous in the different plots of his drifting off.

One day when the red warrior hunted the beast for its skin he saw a beautiful castle on the top of hill. He decided to investigate that castle by himself. He was aware of his step and with his terrified red horse he quickly arrived at the castle. It was a crowded castle, it seemed the castle was a wealthy land.

“Are you sure you want to go in there, Your Highness?” the guard said. “There 's no telling what she 's capable of.”

The handsome man looks directly at Alicia and calmly and emotionlessly says, “Ms. Vielon, I believed you have something that belongs to me. Don’t You?” Even though the man spoke with no emotion on his face, Alicia could feel the icy threat behind his tone and trembles in fear. “--sigh-- It seems you did not hear me. Tristen, give me your knife.” Aden causally orders.