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  • My Finale- A Short Story of Pain, Suicide and Grief

    There’s a crowd of mannequins clambering over my bed. Their faces grotesque, blood gushing from their eyes. The clothes reflect a period long gone, where suits and fedoras weren’t just ...

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It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language
— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey