The Yellow Wallpaper Monologue

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I resided deep within a wooded glen in this modest chalet. It served one denizen and perhaps a visitor. The floral wallpaper was faded, torn and warped. The dusty floor was constructed of uneven planks that whined and bent when pressure was applied. The furniture was minimal and simple. There was a twin mattress raised upon a metal structure and a long wooden table with a single chair. At one end, the table was blotched with red stains and scratches along the edges. The kitchen held a small stove and a cracked wooden counter was a large worn dinner plate and fine cutlery. This cabin had been my home since early in my youth. My parents had abandoned me, for they had sensed my "sickness" early and hence discovered that it had been too much of …show more content…

I learned of love, reason, value, and vice. I learned of perspectives of evil and good. I read historical counts that I acquired from homes on the edge of the wood. I learned the social order of this world I did not belong to and soon, in realizing the reality of my condition I understood my thirst for blood as a thirst for human life. I understood my parents discomfort with our differing mindsets. Through my research I understood society's rejection of such thought and action but as well I understood the justification of such matters. I understood the exceptions to vice. Massacre would occur continuously through society in the effort to eliminate an evil and produce a good. Murder was a virtue inherently if it provided an honest, justifiable good or superior service to …show more content…

I stumbled onto the porch and hear the decrepit wooden planks creak beneath my feet. The cabin had aged and had succumb to the power of the prime mover in its neglected state. Kudzu vines ran along the structure, strangling the the cedar pillars that held the roof above the porch. One side of the debacle had been defeated by the ensnarement and slouched toward the earth. However, the somber structure survives in spite. It contests sanguine in the grip of the strangling savage. But the master shall prevail and the slave will fall. It will one day be devoured and its remains, buried by its master, never to be unearthed, misinterpreted as a ridge rather than a

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