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    Some Words with a Mummy: Hesitant Mediums, #0.5
    Some Words with a Mummy: Hesitant Mediums, #0.5
    Some Words with a Mummy: Hesitant Mediums, #0.5
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    Some Words with a Mummy: Hesitant Mediums, #0.5

    By Belinda Kroll

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    Selected imaginative and entertaining historical fantasy works from Edgar Allen Poe

    Read selected short stories from Edgar Allen Poe, chosen because they inspired author Belinda Kroll to maintain a specific mood while writing Haunting Miss Trentwood. This collection of short stories includes the following from Edgar Allen Poe, and are sure to entertain those who delight in making the mundane both a little chilling and mightily ridiculous:

    1. Shadow - A Parable
    2. Loss of Breath
    3. Some Words with a Mummy
    4. Philosophy of Furniture
    5. The Sphinx

    Readers should expect a healthy dose of dry yet ridiculous humor amid the ghoulish details in the stories selected. For example, the short story that lends itself as the title of this collection is about a mummy coming back to life and chatting about the "good ole days" with the people who reanimated him.

    Included at the end of this collection is an excerpt from Belinda Kroll's historical fantasy with a sweet romantic subplot, Haunting Miss Trentwood.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBright Bird Press
    Release dateOct 1, 2021
    ISBN9781736921319
    Some Words with a Mummy: Hesitant Mediums, #0.5
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    Belinda Kroll

    Belinda Kroll writes award-winning cozy Victorian fantasy and fiction, featuring mild romance and comedy-of-manners ridiculous fun. She is a user experience design professional, hobbyist photographer, and lindy hopper. She is obsessed with eyeglasses, Korean dramas, home renovation and cooking shows, and petting every dog that allows her to do so. She lives with her family in Ohio.

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      Some Words with a Mummy - Belinda Kroll

      Some Words with a Mummy

      Some Words with a Mummy

      Selected Works of Edgar Allen Poe

      Belinda Kroll and Edgar Allen Poe

      Bright Bird Press

      Columbus, OH

      The selected works of Edgar Allen Poe are in the public domain and were retrieved from Project Gutenberg in April 2021.

      Haunting Miss Trentwood text

      Copyright © 2010 by Binaebi Akah Calkins

      All rights reserved. No part of the Haunting Miss Trentwood publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means―electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise―without prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed and online reviews. For information about permission to reproduce sections from this book, contact info@brightbirdpress.com.

      Haunting Miss Trentwood is a work of historical reconstruction, and therefore a work of fiction. The appearance or mention of certain historical figures is inevitable. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental or historically-inspired. No promises have been made to any spirits due to the author’s desire to avoid unachievable accountability.

      Bright Bird Press

      Columbus, Ohio 43221

      First Edition

      Haunting Miss Trentwood excerpt edited by Second Set of Eyes

      Produced by PressBooks

      Contents

      Introduction

      Loss of Breath

      Some Words with a Mummy

      Philosophy of Furniture

      The Sphinx

      Titles by Belinda Kroll

      Excerpt from Haunting Miss Trentwood

      Message from the Author

      About the Author

      Introduction

      Belinda Kroll

      Hello, fair reader!

      I’m so glad you found this imaginative, entertaining, and honestly… a little odd collection of stories. Back in 2009, I was writing Haunting Miss Trentwood, a historical fantasy featuring a snarky, and ghostly, father. I sought examples of cozy gothic stories to inspire the mood. What is a cozy gothic story? I don’t really know, since it doesn’t seem to be a genre anyone uses officially. Basically, I was looking for stories with a gothic setting that allowed itself to have a humorous narrative.

      For those of you who also enjoy reading the 19th Century classics, it should come as no surprise that Edgar Allen Poe’s works appeared on my reading list often during this time. This eBook you hold in your hands is a collection of public domain stories from The Works of Edgar Allen Poe: The Raven Edition, originally published in 1903.

      You can expect a healthy dose of dry yet ridiculous humor amid the ghoulish details in the stories I selected. For example, the short story that lends itself as the title of this eBook is about a mummy coming back to life and chatting about the good ole days with the people who reanimated him.

      Well. Don’t let me keep you too long with this introduction. I hope you enjoy this collection of lesser known works from Edgar Allen Poe. Happy reading, and make sure to check out the excerpt from Haunting Miss Trentwood at the end.

      KEEP IN TOUCH

      Send me a note at belinda@worderella.com, or find me on Instagram at @worderella.

      Loss of Breath

      Edgar Allen Poe

      O breathe not, etc.

      —Moore’s Melodies

      The most notorious ill-fortune must in the end yield to the untiring courage of philosophy—as the most stubborn city to the ceaseless vigilance of an enemy. Shalmanezer, as we have it in holy writings, lay three years before Samaria; yet it fell. Sardanapalus—see Diodorus—maintained himself seven in Nineveh; but to no purpose. Troy expired at the close of the second lustrum; and Azoth, as Aristaeus declares upon his honour as a gentleman, opened at last her gates to Psammetichus, after having barred them for the fifth part of a century….

      Thou wretch!—thou vixen!—thou shrew! said I to my wife on the morning after our wedding; thou witch!—thou hag!—thou whippersnapper—thou sink of iniquity!—thou fiery-faced quintessence of all that is abominable!—thou—thou— here standing upon tiptoe, seizing her by the throat, and placing my mouth close to her ear, I was preparing to launch forth a new and more decided epithet of opprobrium, which should not fail, if ejaculated, to convince her of her insignificance, when to my extreme horror and astonishment I discovered that I had lost my breath.

      The phrases I am out of breath, I have lost my breath, etc., are often enough repeated in common conversation; but it had never occurred to me that the terrible accident of which I speak could bona fide and actually happen! Imagine—that is if you have a fanciful turn—imagine, I say, my wonder—my consternation—my despair!

      There is a good genius, however, which has never entirely deserted me. In my most ungovernable moods I still retain a sense of propriety, et le chemin des passions me conduit—as Lord Edouard in the Julie says it did him—à la philosophie véritable.

      Although I could not at first precisely ascertain to what degree the occurrence had affected me, I determined at all events to conceal the matter from my wife, until further experience should discover to me the extent of this my unheard of calamity. Altering my countenance, therefore, in a moment, from its bepuffed and distorted appearance, to an expression of arch and coquettish benignity, I gave my lady a pat on the one cheek, and a kiss on the other, and without saying one syllable (Furies! I could not), left her astonished at my drollery, as I pirouetted out of the room in a pas de zephyr.

      Behold me then safely ensconced in my private boudoir, a fearful instance of the ill consequences attending upon irascibility—alive, with the qualifications of the dead—dead, with the propensities of the living—an anomaly on the face of the earth—being very calm, yet breathless.

      Yes! breathless. I am serious in asserting that my breath was entirely gone. I could not have stirred with it a feather if my life had been at issue, or sullied even the delicacy of a mirror. Hard fate!—yet there was some alleviation to the first overwhelming paroxysm of my sorrow. I found, upon trial, that the powers of utterance which, upon my inability to proceed in the conversation with my wife, I then concluded to be totally destroyed, were in fact only partially impeded, and I discovered that had I, at that interesting crisis, dropped my voice to a singularly deep guttural, I might still have continued to her the communication of my sentiments; this pitch of voice (the guttural) depending,

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