Soulkana

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This feeling I can't ignore A sense of emptiness and isolation Teardrops from the heavens start to pour As I sit here in the silance Like an empty hallway haunted ...

THANKS for the review if you like this one try reading Violet Sage XD you'd like that too probably haha

Yes yes just know I probably am tossing almost all my stories away this was from 5 years ago and I didn't change it so I'll do my best >

Awwwws thanks Qoh16 yes we will do chapter two tomorrow even if I have to do it at school and get caught XD which I won't (get caught I mean) ...

Chapter One: Red Scattered Memories Anulekha fingered the violet pawn. Eyes darted throughout the game board searching for all possible movements. Calculating which move would work out best. A scowl ...

Thanks for the review ^^ I'll fix it lols this is sooo long ago I'm surprised I still have it somewhere thought I had tossed it

Dark Raven In the Darkness, A light appears, I run and run but it never comes closer Then I realize that it is nothing more then an than an illusion ...

Thanks for the review and This was written for my sisters I wasn't thinking of making it a big deal, just a side story for them to read...since they're amazng

Awesome poem I really loved it ^^ Good luck and Happy Writing Soulkana

AWESOME STORY I LOVE IT hope to read more!!!!!!!!!!!! Good luck and Happy Writing!!!!!!!! Soulkana

ROFL thanks for the compliment thats the best review i've gotten today LOLS Brother says thanks hahahahaha dang the kids adorable when grinning like that hahahaha Well glad you loved ...

Awwwws that made me cry T.T it was amazing and I can't find anything that needs fixing. Good luck and Happy Writing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Soukana

Lols say thanks to my brothers XD they helped me with it. Sides my little brother begged me to post this today or else I wouldn't have till Saturday XD

Shine of Darkness Chapter One: I listened attentively to the footsteps that were coming down to my sanctuary. I waited paying attention to whether they were the angry stomping footsteps ...