Haha….hahaha. Though I didn’t take the line about Edgar Allen Poe smiling too seriously. This made me chuckle, though. and do you know how hard that is to do over the internet, with just words? Ah, the beauty of writing, I guess.

On the subject of Poe smiling: His melancholy state was a result of his wife dying of tuberculosis two years after they were wed. Makes sense to me that if he’s died and he gets to spend an eternity with her again, he’d be all smiles again. If Heaven does indeed exist, he’s probably up there writing soppy romance novels.

But anyway: Thanks for the praise. :)

Buuurned by the poet… love the oddities that are your ficlets.

Nice flow to the story. Awesome!

Aw, poor girl. How horrible it must be to be rejected like that by one of your idols?
Well done sir.

Great scenario, and I really wouldn’t have expected much else from Poe. The terminally morose rarely have time to mentor. Impressive amount fit into the ficlet.

That was amazing.

And that is why I never show my crappy poetry to anyone.

oh wow! this was really good! I like the last line very much so.=)