Oldsoul Stories

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

The cycle of rebirth is a heavy burden for one soul to bear, but perhaps one does not need to carry it alone. Self-Insert OC SI/OC

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This girl had dreams.Not for her own,but for people.She lived by her own will,yet lived for people.She prayed not for her,but for the world.She listened only to her mind and never to her heart.She finds her happiness in other's happiness.Life for her was complicated yet for others it seemed pretty simple.She forgot that she had her own life but rather created an another world where she was merely an aid to the needs of others.She committed herself to the benefits of people.She forgot about herself.She hid her real self and showed a different face to people.No one understood the change and no one would have ever.Life went on ,yet she stayed the same along with her past experiences.She grew as a person.She became heartless yet she was deeply caring.She built a hard shell around her soft heart.She showed the bad face to people where literally people gave no shit about her.Her life became a joke in which she was a just joker trying to please everyone.Her happiness holds only in the happiness of others.She had no happiness of her own.She made it a must to consider other's happiness as her own.She was that girl that no one could never become.She was that one that maybe only God could have understood.She was that one who was misunderstood by many,yet she maintained her dignity.She was that one who understood life to its core at a tender age.In fact,She was covered with a hard shell around her soft heart.

_________________________________________ An old soul is dipped in ink, leaving trails of heartprints every way it goes... _______________________________________ The double strand DNA book; Works Of Art , and Works Of HeArt. Poetry And Prose. Copyright © 2023 _________________________________________

Teenager Lisa Pullman just moved to Virginia, she left behind so much her books, her home, and most of all her brother. After a tragic divorced happened between her parents, Lisa takes it upon herself to take care of her brother. She leaves her brother in California until she finds a home where her brother and her can live. While she's in Virginia she meets a boy named Brandon. Lisa doesn't want to onto him because she knows that her heart will be broken just like it did with her parents with the divorce. Will she finally accept her love for Brandon? Or will she let him go?

Song Lyrics/Song Recommendations because why not:)

Nicolás, es un joven músico de 17 años que tiene como objetivo escribir una canción romántica, pero no tiene ninguna historia romántica que contar. Junto a sus amigos, familia y una chica que conocerá en el camino, buscará la letra perfecta para su canción.

some poems which i wrote from my fifteen year old prospective.....and the feelings which i have . We all have this feeling or teenage problems which makes us think we are not worthy enough for whatever positions we are right now. Are you one of them who feels the same thing ? If you are. go ahead . . . Its my first book to publish on wattpad so show some love and affection..and i am sure it will love you back babe..😉..so don't think too much just go ahead and read it😊. . . . . And always remember i love you . . . . Highest rank--- #3 temporary #lifesucks

A poem about the life of old souls

This is a book of poems

Some stories are not written in ink... they're whispered across time." When Inaaya Sharma moves into an old ancestral home with her Dadi, she doesn't expect dusty trunks, mysterious letters, and the lingering scent of a love she's never lived-yet feels deeply connected to. Each letter she discovers pulls her closer to a name she never knew was hers-Aarohi. And a boy from the past-Rhidam, whose words still breathe through time. What happens when forgotten love starts to bloom again in the present? When blurred dreams and faded roses begin to reveal the story of two souls destined to meet-again and again? Letters. Dreams. And a timeless connection that refuses to fade... "Letters from the Past" - A story of forgotten names, soul-deep love, and the echoes of a life once lived.

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Death greeted her once more, pain and numbing cold washed over her as she closed her eyes. She sighed one last time wishing and praying that hopefully this was the end but not a second later her once cold body felt warmer, her heart began to quicken and her eyes slowly opened, she was different setting again. 112821- 000000 TW: D34TH, SU!C!D3, SUC!D!4L T0U6HTS VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED‼️

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..."