Wrote a story that was supposed to complement "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe. This is one of my favorite things I've written.
The night was one I will never forget. "It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets, rattling along the housetops.... --Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830). The night was so dark I thought a lunar eclipse could have occurred without me knowing it. It was late December and so cold that it chilled my bones even with a fire lit. I will never forget that night, because it was the night the raven visited my neighbor and I.
We were best friends, him and I. We even grew up together right next door to each other. The houses we lived in now were our parents before they were ours. He had just lost his love Lenore. I hated her, but he was totally in love with her. She died of consumption a few months ago. Nathaniel thought she was an angel on earth, but really, she weaseled her way into his life. My Friend was easily charmed by her words and her beauty. Lenore entranced him a month before our wedding. Her death has caused Nate much pain and sorrow; when the raven came to his house, it opened up an opportunity for me to remind him what he lost in exchange for Lenore.