Tales of the heart wanted for Blackburn charity

TALES of the heart are being sought for a new publication aimed at raising money for charity and increasing awareness around heart health.

Everything from stories around heartache, first love or heartbreak are requested as well as people’s recollections of battling with heart conditions or even heart disease.

The best three will be chosen to feature in a new booklet called The Heart Monologues and turned into a stage production to be performed at Darwen Library Theatre and King George’s Hall, Blackburn.

The booklet, which will be sold to raise money for the British Heart Foundation and local heart failure charity Pumping Marvellous, will also contain heart health messages and advice. Submissions should be 500-800 words long Send to christine.spencer@blackburn.gov.uk

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1:56pm Fri 8 Feb 13

woolywords says...

quoth he..
It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased.
Why would they not be gone?
I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased.
Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled.
Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony!
Anything was more tolerable than this derision!
I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer!
I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here!
--It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
Edgar Allan Poe,
The tell-tale heart. 1843.

You'll miss it, when it's gone, that tell-tale heartbeat.
quoth he.. It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!" Edgar Allan Poe, The tell-tale heart. 1843. You'll miss it, when it's gone, that tell-tale heartbeat. woolywords

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