Kahdai

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StoryTHE CHOSEN ONES ( PART FOUR ) skinner_jennifer1011 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Ship maybe it's a dream311 years 5 months ago
StoryLost In the Kimberley's BeKsta311 years 6 months ago
StoryA DAY FOR REFLECTIONS ( I. P. ) skinner_jennifer1411 years 6 months ago
StoryDare not doubt Kahdai313 years 2 months ago
StoryDancing in the kitchen Kahdai713 years 2 months ago
StoryCurse of ressurection (I.P.) Kahdai013 years 2 months ago
StoryCurious isn't it? Kahdai013 years 2 months ago
StoryComfort Angel Kahdai713 years 2 months ago
StoryCherries (I.P.) Kahdai613 years 2 months ago
StoryChange history Kahdai613 years 2 months ago
StoryBurnt poems Kahdai413 years 2 months ago
StoryBreaming Kahdai713 years 2 months ago
StoryBorders (I.P.) Kahdai013 years 2 months ago
StoryBlizzard of butterflies Kahdai1113 years 2 months ago
StoryBear Kahdai613 years 2 months ago
StoryBattle for sun love Kahdai313 years 2 months ago
Storyballroom jeans Kahdai413 years 2 months ago
StoryAutumn wish moon song Kahdai613 years 2 months ago
StoryAngel-Fox song Kahdai1013 years 2 months ago
StoryAngel song Kahdai713 years 2 months ago
StoryAddictive medicine Kahdai213 years 2 months ago
StoryAbc attempt... I think I did it! Kahdai613 years 2 months ago
StoryA tree worthy of heart strain Kahdai113 years 2 months ago
StoryA sign of faith (ip inspired) Kahdai313 years 2 months ago

My stories

Immortal ending

When you look so old I will stil be there, when the shadow falls, when the darkness calls, still trying to believe you that the end of an immortal life will be a happy time for us both.

Hoplessly hopeful

Behind the hopeful eyes the ever fighting mind above a forced smile feigning confidence. Whenever I look through the glass I see you are still a prisoner never feel completley free

New year wishing (I.P.)

Sat at the picnic bench, outside hot chocolate, between my gloves knowing later this morning, they will be wishing for me, not know here wishing it could be better,

Finding in Darkness

Not knowing what to look for, a key to an unknown door, or a tiny star of light for hope of outside, even as I held it up was fading away yet I hold on.

Remember every morning (I.P.)

Darkness disguising time, hiding the morning from me, seems like only just lay down carefully not to wake the one who I remember every morning I will get to see at night

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