My Rating “Edgar Allan Poe’s: The Raven” The raven knocked, knocked so sternly upon the window for a score. It awakened Dr. Craven from his melancholy state, the sorrow he deplore. Upon investigation, the aves, yes the aves, could speak fluent language, the words did flow. Then it revealed to the good Erasmus, it was
My Rating “Yours Truly, Jack The Ripper!” Greenwich Village, on the corner of 4th and MacDougal, a crowd has gathered to watch as police officers cordon off the scene of an apparent homicide. A young redheaded woman has become the fourth victim this month. As the ambulance crew prepares to remove the body, two men
My Rating “The Hands Of A Father” The boy’s father had passed away in the night, leaving his son nothing but an unmended toy as his last memory. The very next evening, the lad would make his way towards the cemetery to pine over his dead father’s gravestone. It would be there, under the old
