An Edgar Allen Poe dream

 

 



 

I read the Telltale Heart before going to bed

and early this morning I awoke suddenly

knowing and remembering what I had been dreaming

 

I was entering a mansion through a heavy mahogany door

and it swiftly became a revolving door

and I was spinning around in  mahogany walls that kept closing in on me

and it all stopped

 and a piece of wall cracked open

with a little shaft of light piercing through  and there it was

the eye....

.shriek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I'll never read him before bed again

 

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Our writing group ( we are now down to 3) :(

has begun

What a great time it is meeting with these women once a week

One of them is stuck in her writing, trying too hard to control her characters 

they won't to go one way and she is determined to make them go according to her plot

oh well....do what you must....but I think the characters know better

The other woman is onto a great story about an escaped slave

...and me....I presented them my story for the week and they all cried

It was an emotional piece

and it did unburden me from something from the LISTS

 

The little girl character has appeared in many of my stories

..in fact they did recognize her.....Is this the girl you wrote about in another story

...Three other stories.....I said

There is a lot of energy to this girl from my childhood

a tragic event that happened

But not until I began my Bradbury way

did I write almost the truth...what I mean is

the truth of my shame

the story is fiction, but the shame was released in the writing

 

I didn't realize the burden of this character, so I put her in stories in different ways....

...I wrote around it

Bits of her story appearing in my stories

yes, she had an alcoholic father

yes, she had a mean grandmother

yes, there was a fire

 

I used all that in stories

 

but the engine of my writing about her was hidden to me

and I never wrote the true story

until I heard Mr. Bradbury's lecture

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Almost everything I write is in first person

and I am always having to say that it is a fictional story...sort of like trying to defend myself

that's how it feels.....I have worked hard and used skills to write that story and somehow I thought and still do think

they were dismissed by some  because they think I am only writing about something from life

and not using imagination to write it

but they are wrong....my stories gather things from me, but they are fictional

it didn't happen to ME...it is a story

 Surely something of me is in there, but it is made up

 

But this time it was pretty darn close to the actual event

things changed to make it a better story...because that is what my goal was...story

 

but the haunting hidden thing I unveiled was shame

a shame a little girl.....me.....

had wrongly incorporated into her very being and hidden until it was no more

but oh lordie....it was there

and this little 550 word short revealed it to me

 

no wonder they cried

but it is still a story