Young Writers Society

[pre]I look at my reflection in the mirror and it weeps though I do not. The skys are dark and the weather dreary, though I am all alone, nearly having ...

[pre]I look at my reflection in the mirror and it weeps though I do not. The skys are dark and the weather dreary, though I am all alone, nearly having ...

[i][b]This omen of truth that ligures within me has become a ponderous lade, derived from the depths of my soul. The lenient hand from my maker beckons me forth with ...

My love can be but a sand castle, A mighty fortress in appearance, But a decrepit heap of sand thrown about by the sea. That amour that once existed is ...

How can I love you When you have caused so many tears to run down my cheeks? How can I love you When these tears are not tears of joy, ...