Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King are famous for their works in horror. Who are these authors and why do they write these horrifying tales? Edgar Allan Poe’s life and literary works are more ominous than Stephen King’s life and literary work.
Edgar Allan Poe had a morose story of his life. His life started out with his parents dying when Poe was only three years old. He was adopted by a wealthy tobacco merchant, John Allan and his wife, Frances Valentine Allan. John Allan raised Edgar Allan Poe to be his own, yet Poe wasn’t an Allan much. Poe decided not to go into business for college yet that was the only reason John would pay for Edgar to go to college. So, Edgar Allan Poe had to pay for college on his own. He decided to take up
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When Virginia died, Poe was very melancholy about her death that alcoholism was very big with him. The alcoholism could have killed Edgar Allan Poe. “In a medical study, a Medical practitioner’s evidence has shown that Poe could have suffered from rabies or from ‘acute congestion of the brain’ from alcohol in his system” (poets.org). Edgar Allan Poe was found in Baltimore for unknown reason when he was supposedly going to Philadelphia. On the other hand, Stephen King’s life is not as bad as Edgar Allan Poe’s. Stephen King was a surprise to the King Family, when he was born on September 21, 1947. Stephen King’s parent’s relationship was a beastly one, and ended with Stephen’s father leaving when he was two years old. King had ups and downs as a child. According to Stephen King in an interview, King said, “ As a young child, King witnessed a horrifying accident. ‘The event occurred when I was barely four,’ King recounted. ‘According to Mom, I had gone off to play at a neighbor’s house — a house that was near a railroad line. About an hour after I left, I came back, she said, ‘as white as a ghost.’ I would not speak for the rest of the day. I would not tell her why I’d not waited to be picked up or phoned that I wanted to come home. I would not tell her why my chum’s mom hadn’t walked me back, but had allowed me to come home alone. It turned out that the kid I had been playing with had been run over by a freight train while playing on or crossing the tracks… My