Poe’s Return: Forgetting the Fears of the Modern Age

You know I love Poe. You know I write flash fiction when I’m bored. You should also know that I sometimes write horror with the point of bettering our standard of living. Here is what happens when I mix these three ideologies.

Edgar Allan Poe stood in the middle of the bustling street, his cell phone clutched tightly in his hand. The device beeped and buzzed incessantly, but Poe couldn’t seem to figure out how to answer it. He cursed under his breath, frustrated with the new technology that seemed to be taking over the world.

As he walked down the street, Poe struggled to interact with the people around him. They all seemed so absorbed in their own little worlds, their faces glued to screens. Poe longed for the days when people actually talked to each other and when human connection meant something.

His frustration grew with each passing moment, until finally, he snapped. In his mind, he saw himself committing unspeakable acts of violence against the people around him. He thought about murder, about taking revenge on a world that had left him behind.

But just as quickly as the anger had come, it dissipated. Poe shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He knew that he couldn’t let his frustration get the best of him and that he had to find a way to adapt to this new world.

With a deep breath, Poe pocketed his cell phone and raised his head high. He was Edgar Allan Poe, after all — a master of horror and suspense. He had faced far greater demons than a simple device or the changing social norms. He took solace in the thought that his work had stood the test of time and would continue to do so for generations to come.

As he walked along the street, Poe’s mind wandered, and he began to compose a new story in his head. It was a tale of a man who was tormented by his inability to connect with the world around him. The story was dark and haunting, filled with the kind of imagery that had made Poe famous.

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When he arrived home, Poe sat down at his desk and began to write. The words flowed from his pen, and he lost himself in the story. For a while, he forgot about the cell phone and the people on the street. In that moment, all that mattered was the story, and the way it made him feel.

When he finished writing, Poe sat back in his chair and read over the words. He smiled to himself, pleased with what he had created. The story was a masterpiece, just like all of his other works. He may have struggled with modern technology and social norms, but he knew that his writing would always be relevant, always be appreciated. As he sat there, lost in thought, Poe’s cell phone beeped again. He picked it up and saw that he had a new message. It was from an old friend, someone who he hadn’t spoken to in years. The message was short and simple, just a greeting and an invitation to catch up over coffee. Poe hesitated for a moment, unsure if he wanted to venture out into the world again.

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But then he remembered the story he had just written, and he realized that he couldn’t let his fears hold him back. He replied to the message, accepting the invitation, and felt a sense of relief wash over him. For a moment, he had been lost in the darkness of his own mind, but he had found his way back. He would continue to write, to create, to connect with others. He would not let his fear of the unknown hold him back from experiencing the world around him. And as he walked out of his house and into the bright sunlight, Poe knew that he was not alone. There were people out there just like him, people who struggled with the same issues and fears. But they were also people who could appreciate his writing, who could connect with his stories on a deep and emotional level.

As he sipped his coffee and caught up with his old friend, Poe realized that he had found a new sense of purpose. He would continue to write, create, and connect with others. He would not let modern technology or changing social norms hold him back. He was Edgar Allan Poe, master of horror and suspense, and he would continue to leave his mark on the world.

And as he walked home, feeling a sense of contentment that he hadn’t felt in years, Poe realized that sometimes the scariest things in life were not monsters or ghosts, but the fears that we create within our own minds. But if we face those fears head-on, we can overcome them and find true happiness. And for Poe, that happiness came from his writing and the connections he made through it. He knew that he could never predict the future or control the world around him, but he could control how he reacted to it. And with that thought, he felt a newfound sense of freedom and confidence.

As he sat down at his desk again, ready to start on his next story, Poe smiled to himself. He knew that there would be more challenges and struggles ahead, but he also knew that he had the strength and creativity to face them. And as he picked up his pen and began to write, he felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the future held. For Edgar Allan Poe, the master of horror and suspense, the world was full of possibilities.

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