by Edgar Allan Poe . Originally Published in Flag Of Our Union March 17, 1849. Deformed dwarf Hop-Frog comes up with a trick the king can play on his masquerade guests! I NEVER knew anyone so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke kind, and to tell it well, was the surest road to his favor. Thus it happened that his seven ministers were all noted for their accomplishments as jokers. They all took after the king, too, in being large, corpulent, oily men, as well as inimitable jokers. Whether people grow fat by joking, or Continue reading


by Edgar Allan Poe. from Graham's Magazine, May 1843. A man dressed in garments of the grave arrives at Prince Prospero's masquerade ball. THE Red Death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its sealthe redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole Continue reading