Every Moment Of The Night Forever Changing

A Short Story Must Have A Single Mood And Every Sentence Must Build Towards It.

I Remained Too Much Inside My Head And Ended Up Losing My Mind.

For My Own Part, I Have Never Had A Thought Which I Could Not Set Down In Words, With Even More Distinctness Than That With Which I Conceived It.

Perched Upon A Bust Of Pallas, Just Above My Chamber Door,- Perched, And Sat, And Nothing More.

The Eye, Like A Shattered Mirror, Multiplies The Images Of Sorrow