Poe Evermore

All stories are shrouded in kernels of truth, each a grain of sand in life's ever-hastening hourglass. Including mine. I'll tell you my secrets if you must know them, but they are not for the faint of heart. Stop me if I dive too deeply or recount too savagely the memories and visions that have shaped me. Look away if you must because if you come with me on this journey you may not like what you see for we will dance with the super...

Was it the Devil?

I told you, you may not like what you hear. But you've asked me to tell you about my life and my stories. And the truth is that memory causes the real and imagined to blend, metamorphosing what is real into a sometimes monstrous form, unrecognizable, dark. Such is my memory of the sweet Ada, a muse of some of my earliest raptures. I wrote about her once long ago...

CW: References to historical sex work, and addicti...

For as long ago as that was, it feels like yesterday. Such is the accordion of time. Push it in, and time passes in fleeting instants, pull it out and suddenly, years and decades are behind you. Every push and pull brings us closer to the inevitable. The only truth there is. That we are born. And we die. Everything in between is a collection of those fleeting instants. Which is why we're here, isn't it? So you know more about my co...

The light is failing us, isn't it? And why shouldn't we linger in the dark by the light of this candle? Your question is an interesting one. As must be the case for you as well, inspiration comes from many sources, legend, tall-tales, lived experience. I see from the low nod of your head that you agree. As we all must, making sense of this strange world often requires us to process what we hear and see, often numerous points of in...

Is it not there as it is here? Death creeping around every corner, always readying to strike, the eye of the beast abject and cruel? I know it must be, for your face tells all. My final venture to the Tamerlane was a harrowing affair, a reminder of how feeble we all are, but it awakened me to the dreamlike undercurrent of our world, and that great, lurking evil.
 

CW: Disease

Written by Jeff Whitehead

Edgar Allan Poe: Mick Wheaton
 

Ro...

If you would judge me for my habits, then our conversation is over. So look not with that sour face upon my tormented being. Instead, if you wish me to continue, wash away the notion that you have any idea what comes next. The things I have seen...sometimes I have difficulty telling whether they are dream or reality.

CW: Illness.
 

Written by Jeff Whitehead

Edgar Allan Poe: Mick Wheaton

Roderick Usher: Giancarlo Herrera

William Wilson: ...

I have never confessed this, not aloud at least. In fact, I took great pains to conceal these early years, to bottle them up in extravagant lies of travel to Greece and Russia and elsewhere abroad. But now you know that under my false name, I traveled with a company of good men to an island not without an eerie beauty where I had little expectation for any sort of inspiration or adventure. But in this as in many things, I found mys...

I had spent so much time with death that I had almost forgotten what it was like to be alive. I was good to my word, and not just to Anna. I was noticed by my superior officers and before long, I was promoted to artificer, a non-commissioned officer. William was very jealous as he had no such luck in promotion. My mechanical skill, education, and cleverness prevailed in my exceeding expectations, and I was keen to share the news w...

I would not be denied. My sights were set, and as it does so often do when I fixate, the obsession drove me nearly mad. I developed an immediate disdain for Anna's father for pulling her away from me, and even my new friend Edmund distanced himself, sensing that any reminder of him would also be a reminder of her. They closed the house on the island, and Edmund began working exclusively from Charleston. That two-hour distance felt ...

The plan? We'll get to that. I was good to my word, and I dedicated myself to the notion that I could be a successful soldier. All the while, I would steal away in the night whenever I had leave the day hence to meet Anna in our cemetery. I gained favor with her heart, but could not reach her mind, and she remained within her father's gripping claws, preparing for the inevitable day when she would leave for her life of solitude on ...

Chapter 11: The Pit and the Pendulum.

CW: Peril, references to historical slavery, period typical racism, references to historical religious persecution, rats.

Transcript: 

Written by Jeff Whitehead

Edgar Allan Poe: Mick Wheaton

Anna Ravenel: Kayla Temshiv

Edmund Ravenel: Gerald Hill

Lt. Howard: Nate Dufort

Catalina: Rissa Montañez

Roderick Usher: Giancarlo Herrera

Juan Sanchez Villalobos Montoya: Caesar Castillo

Editor: Daisy McNamara

Sound ...

Chapter 12: Berenice

I had a flagrant heart in my youth, one that was difficult to temper, and even more challenging to assuage completely. After our encounter in the cemetery, there was change. For me, it was wholly unpleasant. As you may imagine, I did not handle the news very well...

CW: Teeth, Claustrophobia, Addiction

Transcript

Written by Jeff Whitehead

Edgar Allan Poe: Mick Wheaton

The Gravedigger: Erika Sanderson

Egaeus: B. Narr

Lt...

No, it was not a happy transition. The company moved quickly, and by Christmas of 1828, I was back where I had started less than two years hence. In Virginia. Not more than 100 miles from my foster family. And yet, the communication was broken with them. I spoke not to them nor them to me. I was unaware of the depth of my foster mother's decline. But it was not until my promotion that I tried to reestablish contact. It started as m...

My life changed within a matter of days. John Allan had given me all that I had asked upon my foster mother's death. I am not sure as to why. Had he been curious about my true intentions, seeking to challenge me or call my bluff? Was it a change of heart? I knew not, but I did not wait for him to change his mind. I was good to my word, and I set my mind to the sole purpose of securing a replacement for my compact with the Army so ...

My life changed irrevocably thereafter. At once, I was wayward, nearly purposeless, listless on a great ocean. The object of my youthful affection had been stolen from me, and I was cheated out of a future that Icould see clearly. The life of a General with a great lady by my side. Perhaps children. Perhaps. All dashed by the evil of greed, a sin that I have come to appreciate least of all. Thankfully, of all of my own sins, I suff...

We are going to write together. A story, a poem, whatever you prefer. I have the beginning of an idea festering. As I am sure you have as well.
 

Written by Jeff Whitehead.

CWS: Discussion of Financial Hardship, period racism, discussion of pet death.

Edgar Allan Poe: Mick Wheaton

Morley: Rhys Lawson

Hutchens: Dustin Parsons

Frances: Nichole Goodnight

The Carollers: Daisy McNamara, Newt Schottelkotte, Derrick Valen, Vic Collins, Melissa Lu...

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Here we are, Eastern State Penitentiary. My God, what a monstrous building.

Episode 17:  The Black Cat.

Cws: Incarceration, animal abuse, domestic violence.

Poe: Evermore was written by Jeff Whitehead.

Episode 17, The Black Cat, was Written by Liam Weixel.

Edgar Allan Poe -  Mick Wheaton.

Charles Dickens - Jonathon Sims.

Warden - Dexter Howard

Victor - William Wellman

Classmates - Chris Quinby and Tal Minear

Teacher - Fay Roberts

Annalise -...

After Anna's death, I treaded water listlessly in a drowning pool, my head barely able to keep above. Although I had earned my place at West Point, I suddenly had no reason to attend, my motivation was quite literally deceased....

Poe: Evermore was written by Jeff Whitehead.

CWS: Illness, loss of loved ones.

Edgar Allan Poe: Mick Wheaton

Roderick Usher: Giancarlo Herrera 

Frances: Nichole Goodnight

Charles Dickens: Jonathon Sims

Driver: ...