For online gothic literature, May 25th 2018 (senior year of high school)
Here we are introduced to the source of our woe's, Edgar Allan Poe, who seems to be in a rather emaciated, sickly state. It would seem he has been continually wasting away since the death of his mother...
Some think I am acting out of intemperance, but I know better. I know what I saw! It was an unearthly phantasm, I tell you! No words could possibly describe it.
However, I shall endeavor to try. I will write a poem about it! The Black Cat will be it's title. Yes, that sounds good indeed.
...and It is evident that his mental health is failing. He is far from sagacious.
Poe has developed a severe case of monomania, and is always thinking about his future poem. He gets nothing else done.
This is my cloister, where all of my best writing takes place.
He is determined to write this piece of literature, but with the current state of his health, one cannot be sure that success will find him before dissolution does.