Perfect Wife
The husband was happy. His wife was perfect in every way imaginable. Often times speaking to the neighbors about such things, the husband would tell tales of the adventures the two of them went on. The wife appeared happy as well. Her face set in a permanent smile alluded to the aura of happiness that floated through the house. But the neighbors never saw this perfect wife the husband spoke of. The husband would smile at them when they asked, simply telling them that his wife prefered to stay inside and bake. This response satisfied the neighbors and they soon forgot to even question the husband when he would go out to the store, and his wife would not be at his side. The smile never leaving his face, the husband became the life of the street. Waving to everyone, the husband had a fire of friendliness amongst himself and the neighbors. Many more weeks passed until, one day, the husband's closest neighbor invited herself in to deliver a homemade pan of tarts. Crashing to the ground, the pan of delicious sweets spread across the floor as the neighbor saw the husband and wife sitting in the kitchen reading the paper together. The husband glanced at his wife, who had paper thin skin stretched over a lifeless carcass, then glanced back at the neighbor before stating “you will have to excuse my wife she has been pale as of late.” I mimicked the Edgar Allen Poe’s style by doing many things. One of the biggest things I did was varying my sentence structure. For example I have a sentence that is short, “ The husband was happy”, then I have a participle phrase, “ Waving to everyone, the husband had a fire of friendliness amongst himself and the neighbors. “ This various use of sentence structure is very common in Poe’s writing so I tried to mimic that. The type of characters poe uses are characters that seem perfect on the outside but also have very dark secrets. I feel like with how I made the husband seem so perfect to the neighbours then made him have this secret that his wife was dead fit his style very well. I met the genre of Poe but going into a horror genre. All of his stories are very weird and disturbing and I tried to channel that by foreshadowing things and giving the end a very creepy conclusion. I think that by channeling the right genre so well was what made my story very similar to his. Poe tends to have very cliffhanger endings. He tends to reveal a very important detail at the end without fully explaining/giving a backstory to what happened. I tried copying this by having the husband act very normal about his wife being dead and not give any explanation. The lack of dialogue in the story is something I really tried to do. Poe will have very little to no dialogue so I really tried to stick to that to make it more realistic. The type of setting is very normal. It is set in an older time and has a very normal and perfect family feel to all of his stories. His perfect setting is a lot of times what adds a layer of creepiness to his stories.
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