Despair and Desolation

If Edgar Allan Poe was in High School

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There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand. - Marry Shelley

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The Wench

The headmasters released the horde for the midday supper. Upon a long table, located in the back of the dining hall, sat the wench endowed with baubles and other frivolous gemmary. She held power over the buffoons who waited on her hand and foot, mollifying her till she would dare give acknowledgment to one or two deserving pupils. Oh, how I loathed her existence. Fools! How they are tempted and molded to her desire. They cant see past her dissimulation, but I have the precocity to escape the evil grasp in which my fellow students have been doomed. The very existence of the wench abased my own and I exuberantly promulgated my revenge on her. A rumor passed by my ear of a fete to be held at the home of my mortal enemy; the opportunity has risen and I shall make an appearance. 

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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

myself