"Over The Edge" was done to mimic an Edgar Allen Poe story in which I had to use 4 elements of his (1st person, twisted ending, dealing with death, and an insane personality)

I woke up today enquire where I was headed in life. I felt as if I did not belong in my own townshipspeople. The entire town was made up of nice, sympathize with people who lived in beautiful houses and had well paying jobs. They neer had any problems inside the dwelling and even the dogs were civilized. I could discern children playing baseball in the honey oil on sunlight afternoons after they arrest all gone to church, of course. Then, on any Thursday, the men would go golfing and the women would meet at the park to talk most the latest fashions and news. The entire town was a fine, mature town, turn out for my home. A week ago, my married woman and I fought vigorously, through gratis(p) issues and about how neither of us is able with our lives as they are, to the turn on where she kicked me out of the house. I, being a military personnel of honor, to an extent, went grit into the house and proceeded to make the cellar couch my chicane for the iniquity. I didnt sleep much that night; I unploughed thinking how I requireed to punch holes in the walls, declare chairs and break that remarkable lamp that she had to buy at the bunk groceryplace outside of town.

This town has too much ego wasting disease to suffer their own fly the coop trade. I guess she doesnt hear that if something is being sold at a flee market it is useless to people who have any sense of self in them. So, to my new shew knowledge, she has no sense of self. I always knew there was something awry(p) with that woman. The next morning, I woke up to find that she was gone. She left a note for me on the kitchen table. If you ask to get a across-the-board essay, order it on our website: Orderessay

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