Narrative Structure - "The Tell-Tale Heart"

Narrative Structure - "The Tell-Tale Heart"

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The theme of ¨The Tell-Tale Heart" , a gothic fiction story by Edgar Allan Poe, is to not commit a crime because your guilty conscience could drive you insane. In paragraph 18, he states, "Villians!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!” This shows that when he killed him the guilt ran over him like a truck proving not to commit any crimes. Another example before that is, "It was a low, dull, quick sound —much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath—and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly—more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations, but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men—but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed —I raved—I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder—louder— louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!— no, no! They heard!—they suspected!—they knew! —they were making a mockery of my horror!—this I thought, and this I think. But any thing was better than this agony! Any thing was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die!—and now—again— hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! —" This also shows the sign of guilt that came upon him when the old man's heartkept beating.

Storyboard Text

  • Exposistion
  • Conflict
  • Here, let me get that for you, sir.
  • Rising Action
  • The eye. I was always botherd by the eye for some reason. As if it was watching me... Though I always took care of the old man, I soon decided I needed to take his life.
  • Climax
  • I was the most kind to the old man the week before I killed him. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I knew these were the last of his days!
  • Falling Action
  • Every night at midnight, I went to look at the old man's eye, observing it, ever so steadily.
  • Resolution
  • It was ME!
  • Tonight was the night. When I went in his room he woke up! I was right in his face. He was dead. At last! The eye will trouble me no more!
  • Early, and I mean really early in the morning, three police came to my door and asked to inspect my home. What had I to worry? I have hid the old man's body beneath the floor. They could not find him if they wanted to. To celebrate my inner confidence, Invited them for tea in the old man's bedroom. I spilt the tea right where he was and kept hearing his heartbeat. Oh how loud it was. It was so loud even the police were mocking me with their laughter. Oh dear how this was toruture! I could not bare the beating of the old man's heart!
  • The heart beat was too much. I had to admit to the deed to stop the hideous sound.
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