Question

How good is this story? It's supposed to be with the theme of Edgar Allen Poe. I'd take suggestions if you have any.

Answer 1

It was a bleak, dark and foggy October day in Warsaw, Poland. When I left the house today, I felt an unholy presence. It made my body shiver to the bones. This was not an uncommon feeling, for this site was built where the House of Usher once stood. It took a long time for this house to be sold because of its unholy history. The reason for my purchase of this house was because it was relatively cheap. I was poor, and this kind of deal I could not afford to resist. For as long as I could remember, my parents have told me the cruel way the Ushers died. For my father being Roderick II, he witnessed the fall of the house of Usher, and of his friend Roderick and his twin sister Madaline. After the collapse of the House of Usher, my father wanted to honor his friend, and the way he decided best to do that is by taking up Rodericks's name. He became Roderick II because he wanted to honor his friend but did not want to become him.

As those thoughts rolled through my head I walked down to the market in downtown Warsaw. I was trying to shake those thoughts and feelings from my head. I needed to calm down and relax. As I arrived at the market, I saw a flurry of people dashing from one place to another. I always hated these days. Today was October 31, the day of Halloween. I saw families crowding venders to gather items to give out for Halloween night.

As I walked around gathering fruit, vegetables, and other delicacies, I accidentally bumped into someone. I mumbled a quick “Sorry!” and tried to move to the next vendor, when I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a kind, but raspy, voice asking “Sophie, is that you?” I froze in place. I ‘d know that voice anywhere. It was my long-term friend from childhood, Joseph. I turned around and saw his tall figure, his long brown hair that went down to his shoulders, his nice green suit, and black shoes. He had always had kind eyes to me, but to everyone else he gave them dark and empty eyes. As if he was not even there.

Answer 2

I have been there plenty of times

when he did that to strangers. He did not do that to be rude or anything, he just truly felt nothing for strangers.

“Would you like to come over to my house for a cup of tea?” I asked him as polite and lady-like voice as I could. This was my friend, and I did not want to lose the one person in my life that I do have. His response came in a silent rasper “It would be my pleasure m’ lady.”

We walked back up from the market back up to my house. On the way back up, I felt a twinge of uneasiness. I heard murder of crows singing, as if they were prophesying of doom just around the corner. I shivered as if it was a cold winter's night. Yet it was a warm autumn afternoon. I felt dread all the way up to my house, thinking I heard a scream of my father, as if he were being murdered. Yet that cannot be. He died five years ago due to old age. I really felt uneasy, but I kept my thoughts to myself, not wanting to worry my friend Joseph.

As we neared the house he exclaimed, "Sophie, why do you live here? The glass windows are shattered, your house is painted black, and your trees look as if... as if... there is no happiness on this property.” This stung hearing it from Joseph, but it was true. She had not kept up with the house for a long time. She answered her friend's question by saying “I... haven't had time to...” she had to think for a second of how to finish that sentence. “Freshen the house up” she finished. Thankfully, he took it at that, and they went and stood by the door.

The door was made of strong oak wood, with silver bars across it. Everything was colored black, with a streak of red coming from the door's hinges.

Thats weird.

There was not any red there before...maybe it was those darn kids from town. They always liked leaving disturbing things on or around her house. She convinced herself that is all it was.

Answer 3

That is when she made her most fatal mistake, one she would have to live with for the rest of her life.

Joseph was the one who opened the door and Sophie followed him in. They only took a few steps into the house, and they heard the door slam behind them. Neither of them had closed the door. We turned around to see if someone had followed us.

Nobody had.

To my horror, it was much worse than that. The house itself had closed and locked the door. It closed the shades and blood started coming from the floor. That wasn’t the worst of it.

We heard a scratchy, low-pitched voice, laughing. I realized that the house.... was alive. The house told us the most disturbing thing I thought I’d ever hear. “Once alive, you’ve been. From now on, you're nothing more than bones to me! The only way you get out of here alive is if one of you makes yourself the sacrifice of the sins you put on my land!” I whisked my head to Joseph, who looked just as confused and scared as I felt. I lock my eyes with him, and I know that both of us know what it means. Only one of us gets to get out of here alive, and the other must die, to pay the price of the injustice of rebuilding this house on the land that once belonged to the Ushers.

The floor started rising and showed the shape of five dog-like figures. Their skin was so black, it sucked any color there was in the room. The beasts' eyes were blood-red and had sharp black fangs protruding from the beasts' mouths. The fangs already had blood on them, as if they had just been on a killing spree before coming for us. I realized in that split second that the beasts were wolves. Giant ones at that. They looked four times as big and four times as dangerous as a normal wolf. “Run you fools! For unless both of you want to die tonight, run!” Those are the last words I heard as me and Joseph ran away from those mutilations of a wolf and the house's voice.

Answer 4

We ran inside a room and blocked it with anything we could find. Furniture, lamps, chairs, tables, anything we could find and that was heavy. We heard the wolf-pack outside the door howling and banging against our door. Thankfully, it stood......for now. “We don’t have long Sophie. If it it’s true, one of us must be killed then the other one will be free to leave. Sophie, I will miss you.” He hugged her so tightly it made her unable to breathe. Finally, he let go and went to get the barricade of the stuff up, he started to take down.

I grabbed his hand and yelled as strongly as I could “NO! Neither of us will be dying tonight!” Just as I said that we see a black crow outside of the barred and bloodied stained-glass window. I realized Joseph was right...the house was in control of everything that went around in this unholy place. I was not letting Joseph die though. He had a family to take care of. I... didn’t. My family died a long time ago, so I have no one to take care of.

Joseph shrugged off my hand and told me as caring as he could, with tears running down his face, he said “I must do this for you Sophie. You need to have a family. You don’t understand the wonders and joys of having one. I’ve already experienced that, so consider this my forever gift to you.

He had managed to get everything out of the doorway, and the door burst open, with the wolves all bearing down on Joseph. He didn’t scream. He didn’t yell. He only held my hand and whispered in my ear “’God be with you ‘till we meet again” and with that, he died.

The house door flung open. I was free to leave. I couldn’t leave Joseph in such an evil place. I dragged Joseph down to the door, and as I started going through the door, the house yelled out in such a horrifying way, “NO! THE BODY MUST STAY IN HERE, OTHERWISE, GIRL, YOU DIE AS WELL.” I had to leave him, otherwise his death would've been in vain. I

couldn’t let that happen. I decided I needed to give him what he wanted me to do and left his body by the door.

I walked outside, and as soon as I did, the house started...sinking. Thats strange...why is the house sinking? Then I see it. The house is sinking...due to quicksand. Within minutes, the house is gone, but not before the house yelled out a warning “Next time I’m back, I won’t be so generous!” It laughed all the way down and only silenced when it was covered by sand.

I buy a ticket for myself the following day, bringing nothing but the clothes on my back, and cash in my purse. As I leave for the Americas, I look back at the hillside and see where my Joseph took his last breath. The sky was black and cloudy, but only where the house had been. I stifle a sob and get in the boat, readying myself for what awaits me in the Americas.

The End

Answer 5

its actually really good and I read Edgar Allan Poe for fun and when I was in 9th grade

Answer 6

nice! and ty!

Answer 7

ur welcome

Answer 8

its great

Answer 9

It could use like 6 or 7 more sentences🤷

Answer 10

I didnt read but u need to be a writer like sir or lady idk but likeee damnnnnnnnn