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Just a bunch of fictional diary entries I came up with after reading Shakespeare lol ! Very Victorian-style prose and vocabulary A/N: This piece is stylistically inspired by older literary English rather than written as a strict historical or linguistic recreation of any one period. It's a creative exercise focused on voice and mood, not accuracy. Cover: Pinterest

A simple journal with incidents from my life or from the fiction I have imagined. Nothing more, nothing less. Thanks, Syvren Vio

Does past events make you hate everything? Or it is just a feeling of sorry for an individual? This fictional diary is for an entertainment of the heart that might collapsed anytime soon. For the person who's still holding their tears even when something bad comes out, just know that you are strong.

Property of Parker Feasley *If found, go ahead and keep it. I don't care.* Just kidding, my grandma would kill me. Call 1-800-Never mind I don't care if my grandma gets mad. •*•*• Go through the pages of this teen's diary and see life through her eyes. Watch how her life unfolds as she struggles with her grandmother and mother under the same roof. See her fall in love for the first time. Give the story a read and grow with her.

A quiet heart's journal-soft moments, unsaid thoughts, and stories that never got a voice... until now..

(This fictional diary is a practice for me to get to know my character more, so it is very rough and not very polished so dont judge me pls) An informal glimpse into the life of my character Ruben Kane, Demon, Writer in training, and partner in crime?

One Chance: Echoes from Room 8 is a powerful, diary-style novel told through the eyes of Miya, a young girl from Mississippi who takes a solo trip seeking peace from years of pain. Through her final diary entries, notes, and the voices of those she leaves behind-family, friends, and even her own spirit-we witness the raw aftermath of loss, grief, and the complicated web of love and misunderstanding. Miya's story is not just about death but about the unspoken battles with emotions that no one saw, the fragile connections between people, and the haunting question of what could have been if she'd gotten just one more chance. This book pulls back the curtain on mental health, family, and the bittersweet echoes that linger long after goodbye.

she smiled at me like the sun after a funeral. I smiled back, hiding a thousand screams. My name is Kian. I loved a girl who wore sadness like perfume. She was the storm I prayed for, and the silence that killed me. This isn't a love story. It's a eulogy for the love that never survived the darkness. If you're here to find butterflies and hearts, turn away. But if you've ever loved someone who broke you just by existing... Welcome to my ruins.

Natalie Ackerman was a wonderful, well-behaved girl. Her grades were always stupendous, she was well-liked, and her family was the most caring and stable a person could imagine. No one could ever guess she was a criminal. But the crime she committed was one she had no control over: she was born on the twelfth of April, making her an Aries. 25 years before the writing of this diary, a law was enacted stating that any child born an Aries would be executed as they "Rejected the serum". On Natalie's fourteenth birthday, a letter was sent home with her that an Aries search would occur soon as they suspected that Natalie was rejecting the serum. This is the collection of the events as seen by Natalie as they attempt to escape the despicable behavior of the government.

Mallory finds hard to keep up with the World as she is the only one with flaws. The World moved on, leaving her behind the past. This is her journal.

Midland has gained infamy as the country no one cares about. The central government has almost no authority, and the whole country is a war zone, with rival groups and the government struggling over wealth and power. Yet Al Smith has good reasons to leave the comfort of his good life in Europe and travel to Midland as a reporter. Looking for more than just report, Al has left his past, present, and maybe even future, in Midland. Excerpt: Mr. Mansour broke the silence: "Someone's waiting for you. She said you've been waiting to visit her for years." Midland is certainly no road for women, and when there's a woman waiting for you, no doubt you know her as well. But who is "she?"

Does the book require a writer, or is its allure simply in the history? A diary with an ever-growing narrative that travels in search of a truth about a boy, his father and a detective who is attempting to solve a murder. "Journaling" is a spiraling descent into a wicked underbelly that begins with the search for normalcy and ends in the pits of despair one can only find after failure.

There are some grades you earn... and some you give. Desmond fate rested in his professor's hands. He was willing to do anything for extra credit.

Someone burned down my house

He held my hand like it was his, teased me with silent touches, and never said what he truly felt. I never asked. I was too scared to break the quiet. We were cousins. Best friends. Almost something more. But then came the distance, the silence, the accident... and the part of me I lost with him. This isn't a love story. It's a story about everything we never said-and the pieces of us that still remained.