Young Writers

Hall of Mirrors
Taylor Saxon

“Darkness descended upon the land. The trees on the outskirts were now dark silhouettes, with only the moonlight making out their large forms. There were no flowers left anywhere due to the cold winter, the bushes by the trees were mere skeletons of their former selves. All was silent, with no sign of construction save for one small, abandoned building that matched its surroundings. Its former glow stripped from longterm abandonment …”