Evil Editor's Blog, page 368

Poe 5

It was the itching. The incessant itching. It would commence nightly as I lay in bed. I would discover some nearly imperceptible itch on some inconsequential limb, perhaps my calf. And I would scratch. A momentary scratch, enough only to relieve the itch, no more. And yet, no sooner would my nails cease their actions than another itch would take the place of the first, this one on my scalp.

And again I would scratch, but only, I assure you, for a moment or two. And then the itch would find my ...

Poe 4

The Ravens


Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying singer left its songs upon the floor.
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
' 'Tis some musician entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late musician entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is, and nothing more.'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and thoug...

Poe 3

At first I did not know if I had awakened or not; for it was still full dark, and the broken vestiges of dreams yet haunted my awareness with their twisted caprices. But soon I knew that I woke, and that my need could not be denied; and I threw aside the covers and stood.

The night wind howled outside my window, and my light was but a feeble gleam as I made my way along the dim corridors. Once more, my mind was full of thoughts for my lost Lenore; Lenore, who had filled my dark world with lig...

Poe 2

Stately. That's the judgment of the world on my sitting rooms. From the blue and gold ormolu clock that decorates my mantle, the gilt porcelain ladies and gentlemen proffering their elegance and superiority, an age gone by, an era lost to modernity. For the modern is all geometric, all distinct edges, knife-like, severe, cold and emotionless. I long for the gently contoured and incurvated, the lush ornamentation, the brilliant golds and purples of settees and loveseats made soft and round, le...

Poe 1

I know not when it first occurred to me, that I should live climbed up a tree. Out on a limb, some would say, but I would say that I was safely away, from the thundering herds of my fellow primates, with their cars and their televisions and their incessant laptop tapping and typing.

Tap tap tap, sometimes in a rhythm, sometimes in a tumble, but whatever process whichever all those he's or she's used, it was all the same to me; part of the mad thundering sounds, the thundering, peace-plunderin...

Saturday Film Series

Face-Lift 719

Guess the Plot

The Edge of Real

1. Assistant Medical Examiner Dr Selena Rodriguez had never seen anything like the body of the winged man in the morgue. Now her house has disappeared, her boss was murdered by a pizza delivery man, and a mysterious woman has ordered her to drive a Corvette to Las Vegas. What else will she find on . . . the Edge of Real?

2. When terrorists claim they've deployed a weapon capable of spreading the Ebola virus across America and beyond, everyone wonders if it's real....

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