Oldsoul Stories

A Simple Writing, As Simple As Someone, As Simple As Love.

Leila..Yea that's my name ! ;) I'm an old soul ,something I may think that it's not the right place where i should be ,maybe in another world.. But when i think of the two most blessed persons that god sends me, I thank god for giving me this chance to have such AMAZING parents ! Ether than that ,I'm in love with Ol'school music ,You know Tupac , Eazy E ... But most of that , I'm in love with Eminem *.* ( Anyone like me ? ) .. Anyway...enjoy your reading ;) :*

A figure walked aimlessly in an abyss, with motion of such dim weariness. Where sound is lost, no steps are heard. Without vision, no direction is found. Yet all transpires within the labyrinth of nothingness. And as it's where existence is bred, One, not more than Two, seeks its beginning. They wait, however, impatient. "P.. apa... papa..." It pleads. Inaudible as more arises, it knows no cease. It must finish its solemn vow. Until the endless space caves in to choke its words. The motion halts. Now within a tunnel, it stood... and from afar, as dull as it may be, a speck of light shone. "My beautiful Ahriadne..."

Old souls have unimaginable power, and some organization is hunting them down, but for what purpose?

I have a passion for philosophy. The only problem is I don't have anyone to talk about it with. I decided I would find philosophical questions and answer them when my insomnia strikes. Enjoy.

Short stories and poems from a broken hopeful heart♥

Just a girl, trying to release her emotions, jotting down anger, depression, pain, sadness, and creating poems. Poems that I want to share with YOU.

A heart break from an old soul's perspective .

This is a book of poems

"You think I'm crazy" He whispered, looking into your eyes. "I don't.. know", You slowly begin speaking. He furrowed his eyebrows but you spoke further. "But I know that you're not dumb, Five. And if there's a chance, that the apocalypse is real, it's our only choice to-" "-to at least try" he finishes your sentence A slight smile crossed both our faces. "What are you waiting for, Idiot?" -------------------------- Oneshots about a girl, who accidentally falls in love with an assassin and gets twisted into the complex and dangerous world of him and his siblings on their mission to save the world Two people, in love, twisted up in the differences of each other's worlds.

Just writing for boredom and work on my noob writing skills and follow my wayward life through these Digital pages.

A collection of poems in the languages of my heart A book full of red roses, wolves and the moon The book of my Soul

AVAILABLE ON KINDLE AMAZON A girl of sixteen lives in a small family with her widowed father and her infant sister. After months of homeschooling along with raising Serena, her father finally decides he send his daughter off to a public school. Lena has to face a society she was never used to, but things change when she meets the inseparable James Allan and his grandmother, Amelia Allan. Everything turns out perfectly fine until a hardship befalls one of them. Her lover, James Allan, finds himself a wreck and can hardly bear the pain any longer. He has no choice but to leave his beloved town. All those years of waiting patiently for him, she, Lena Foster, starts to wonder if all of it is going to be worth it in the end. (Written by: Andina F. K)

A misfit with her thoughts who turns it into Art...

A collection of rambled stories from the young witch exploring all the realms their mind has to offer. In here each chapter is different, some are stories some are poems so please try to get past the first chapter

Colter College, the home of wild parties, old Victorian dorms that are crumbling at the seams, and eccentric students, carrying their own dark secrets. In many ways it is like many other universities, except for one thing, it is a cover-up for something far more sinister. Between battling her own deep insecurities and self-loathing, and trying to make it among the big shots, not always very smoothly, our heroine finds herself in a strange predicament. Someone has been leaving her flowers, daisies in little places for years. First, it was a live flower, then it became a symbol following her as she began climbing the ladder of success. As she settles in Colter, she meets a man, a man that she slowly begins to take interest in. As she discovers his cruel world, and his kind soul, she finds herself falling, while slowly realizing that she is entangled in a lot more than she had ever bargained for.

Poems and Short Stories

Sciamachy ; a battle against imaginary enemies ; fighting your shadow. You are your own worst enemy, no matter how much you are praised, loved, or cherished. You still find flaws within yourself that you wish would stay in the shadows. A collection of my own works. Some may be poetry, some may be random drabbles, and everything in between. A glimpse inside the mind of a youthful dreamer of words.

Christine is a broke, laid back, carefree, twenty-two-year-old woman. Relying on her best friend Janet. While also being Leah Michelle during the nights of suppressing her problems. Battling depression. While also sitting and digging up in her own rut of confusion. Drew a handsome elegant bachelor. Fashion designer, investor a list of things you could dream of. Always receiving what he wants. Appreciated by the female population. Using the money for his desires. Soon to be the youngest billionaire alive. Yet he's lonely and extremely ignorant in the way he goes along in his life. When they cross paths it's let's say they weren't at the best times in their life. Nonetheless very awkward one could say. Two different worlds. Two in need of something the other has. Being each other's support just for the publicity. Maybe for money. Not love. *** "You wouldn't want to punch this pretty face, Kitten." I scoffed. "I beg to differ." he released my hands. "Leah," he spoke. I looked at him giving a grimace. "Yes?" "It's practically three, Leah." I looked at his very fashionable suit. He looked at my raggedy dress sucking his teeth. I narrowed my eyes. Our mouths opened at the same time. Both nasty. "Do you have a problem--" "You really think you're going out like this--" We stared at each other. *** Read more lovelies (;

"In the quiet corners of an old church garden, where the morning sunlight filters softly through the leaves, two souls find comfort in the silence between them. A woman rests her head gently on a man's shoulder, both with subtle smiles and eyes closed, feeling the warmth of a moment that seems suspended in time. This is a story of nostalgia, love, and the simple beauty of life - where memories of joy and sorrow intertwine, and the gentle touch of the past colors every heartbeat. 'Morning Secret Garden' invites you to step into a world where emotions are felt in the rustle of dry leaves, the glow of golden sunlight, and the quiet understanding shared between hearts. A tale of timeless connection, serene mornings, and the unspoken language of love that lingers long after the moment has passed."