School project, story by Edgar Allen Poe
After being unbound, I found myself sitting in a chair. I could feel my senses leaving me as they sentenced me to death. It was the last thing they said that reached my ears.
Silence filled the room for a brief moment. In that time, I could clearly see the lips of the black robed judges that stood before me. They were whiter than paper, even the paper I write my words on. The thinness of those lips matched the intensity of their firm expressions that showed contempt of human torture.
I saw the seven tall candles on the table. At first they appeared to be like slender angels that would save me. Suddenly, all at once, I felt a deadly nausea sweep over my soul. The angel forms became ghosts with flaming heads. I would receive no aid from them.
I wondered what death would be like. What sweet rest there must be in it. The thought came from nowhere, like a spy -- stealthily. Just as my spirit came to full recognition of the thought, the figures of the judges vanished, and the candles all went out, leaving me in complete darkness.
I fainted, but I don't believe I lost complete consciousness. What remained of it I will not attempt to describe or make sense of it. However, I will say all was not lost. In the deepest slumber, delirium, swoon, death--not even in the grave is all not lost. Or else men are not immortal.
There were very brief moments when I could remember the clear reasons for how I came to be here. The memories call back tall figures that lifted and bore me in silence. They carried me to some place that was equally as dark as the place before. I felt a cold, damp floor against my back. What came next was complete madness.
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