Revolle Adlie
Prof. Taylor
ENGL 230
November 14th, 2013
Creative writing
LISTEN! You should have seen him, her, it, I don’t know but you should have seen how
wisely it proceeded. Perhaps the crazy man in town was right, perhaps the legend is true.
Every dead knows it, but none of them can tell us, the living. But they should, I promise
you, they should be able to tell us. It took him seven long nights to take me away. How
wildly it can sound, I swear to god that the death himself was in my home those past seven
nights. But it was not a ghost, it was not a stranger, no it was Steven, my lovely Steven.
Everybody knows I loved him, I loved him so much and I know he loved me back. What
happened then? Can you tell me? I want an answer! Can someone tell me? Am I mad? You
think so? You should have seen him, so kind during the day, so dark during the night.
Please, listen to me, listen carefully to my reasoning, it makes sense. No please, don’t go,
listen! Don’t look at my eye if you are scared of it, just don’t look at it.
No one ever believed him, but the crazy man downtown told the truth! I am sure now, I am
sure that the death haunted Steven’s soul for days and nights until he became
unconditionally crazy. Poor Steven, I don’t blame you my friend, I promise you, I do not.
My young Steven was too kind and too honest to succeed and so kill me. That is why it
took him so much time. Now, he might cry thinking that he is mad. Let me now explain
how the death itself proceeded. Everything started a few weeks ago. My eye started to be
white as snow. A very thin skin started to cover my entire eye. It was not painful, only
disturbing my reading. Steven started to be worried, he told me he will call the doctor but
he never did. Death knows why! Then little by little, unconsciously, Steven started to be
scared of me, I felt it. Every time I was looking at him, he started to become paler and
paler. As if the death was playing with his mind, twisting his soul until he became totally
horrified by this eye. I was able to feel his heart beating slower and slower. Oh dear, you
