Journal Stories

[RANT BOOK 1] This is not a STORY Book or Collection of POEMS. This is a RANT BOOK. Tired of the billionaire CEO who "smirks" every three seconds? So am I. If you've ever rolled your eyes at a "clumsy" protagonist or a "bad boy" with a heart of gold, you're in the right place. Rants: Dissecting the tropes we love to hate and that need to retire. Interact: Questions to get your blood boiling. Polls: For those who prefer to click rather than type. The Pit: A comment section where the real comedy happens Grab your tea and let's complain together.

hello!! no this isn't roleplay. imma just explain everything in the first chapter :) this is not roleplay, fake, a story, or anything along the lines of that. this is a story to document my experiences living as a magical girl. this may talk about sensitive topics; if you feel you may get triggered, you should probably read something else.

Arla Seren Alegarme lives for the spotlight, a Theatre Arts student who knows how to deliver every line with perfect emotion. Simon Alaric Calliedo hides behind ink and poetry, a Journalism student who writes about love he's never allowed to claim. They were masters of pretending. On campus, they shine. At home, they lie. Bound by secrets, Sunday calls, and families who dream of a different future for them, Arla and Alaric find comfort in each other's truth. But in a world where expectations are louder than confessions, how long can they keep acting? Behind the smiles, behind the poems, behind the script, what happens when pretending is no longer enough? Book 1 of the Alegarme Series.

Seventeen years after the Wingfeather Saga, Janner, Sara, and Leeli are adults and married now... although Kal's still an idiot. Lily Wingfeather, Janner's nine year old daughter, discovers Leeli's old notebook. Also, please don't ask about contacting me outside of wattpad or sharing ideas about my story. Okay now go read the story!!

Thot of thoughts: A nonviolence manifesto from one Georgia trans girls life long struggle with recovery to transition. I have been thinking a lot lately. More in an ai chat. Literally dealing with the world itself as I try to get to where I can write. Dealing with mental illness. Literally transitioning in this political climate. Might make a good autobiography One day. The following is a journal of my last years. Literally plan to thrive. Editing passes to come. This is meant to be an historical document from an critical voice. Yes me. A trans girl in the middle of societal scapegoating and possibly societal collapse. It is important to learn from the past. So learning from by while making something to be learned from. This is why I am posting it. Its apart of an omnibus. Planed by me. This is an infinite evolving project. Lets us see where it goes.

[RANT BOOK 2] This is not a Romance Novel on Indian Marriage. This is a survival guide. Tired of the 4:00 AM muhurat that only the priest and the pigeons are awake for? So am I. If you've ever wondered why we need 15 different ceremonies for two people to say "I do," or why your distant Great-Aunt is offended because she didn't get the "expensive" box of sweets, you've found your tribe. The Relatives: Dissecting the aunties who treat your single status like a national emergency. The Traditions: Questioning the rituals that make no sense in 2026 but we do them anyway "because tradition." The Chaos: From the 2,000-person guest lists to the groom arriving on a horse that looks more tired than he is. The Mandap: A comment section (The Gossip Corner) where we spill the real chai on wedding disasters. Grab your heavy lehenga, prepare your fake smile for the photos, and let's start venting.

Lou's not your average guy; his parents died when he was an infant, and his grandparents died when he was still a child. To escape some kind of hell in his life in Chicago, he made the move of moving to Detroit when he was 14. His life was mostly the same, until a change in his life two years later, he has the choice to choose whether to move on, or get his life in shape.

Trying to become the man my son deserves - one day at a time. This is me. Every day, trying to be a better man - even when I don't feel like one. A mess of thoughts, failures, wins, and everything in between. This is my journey in real time, raw and unfiltered. I'm not writing for attention. I'm writing for release. I pray that someone finds solace in the words on these pages. This is an ongoing journey with daily entries. It will be long. There will always be something to read. I think of this as a rough draft to a future published book - if I'm lucky enough to make it that far. Because of how I'm writing this, there won't be hundreds of parts. A new part begins each week, and daily entries live within the current week. Simple. Honest. Consistent.

This is a story about a boy named Nova and a girl named Koharu told through the journal that they wrote in as they went through Aincrad. (Full events/days chapters are sparse.) (I do not own any characters beside's nova, nor do I own anything from Sword Art online. if you wish to read this over on Ao3, I am posting this there as well)

WELCOME to my Artbook! As the title said, this book will contain a collection of my drawings (Both digital and traditional) from when I was a kid up-to this present day. I'll use this book as some sort of album/journal to store all my artworks, drawing process and my thoughts about art. If you're interested to see some of my drawings, feel free to check this book. You could also share or asking for advice about art in here (but remember to be polite and mindful about others!) I'll do my best to help other artists as well. Practice and learning art alone can be a little bit tiring--if not demotivating, so I'm always excited at the opportunity to meet new friends and we could all learn together. P.S--If you notice any grammatical errors in this book, feel free to let me know. But please be kind y'all. English is my second languange and I'm still learning. More P.S--Also, this book is just me goofing around with art-related topic. So don't expect this book to have a serious writing, lol. Think of it as a regular conversation, where I only have one single brain cell and I'm happily sharing it with you(°v°) With love, IllunatiXalien

To the outside world, fifteen-year-old Finn lives in a postcard-perfect suburban home. To Finn, it is a high-security museum where he is the primary exhibit-and "The Accused." ​Struggling with the physical and emotional scars of a past his adoptive parents refuse to acknowledge, Finn's only lifeline is a "contraband" phone. It's his window to Gabriel, his best friend across the province, and his only connection to a reality that isn't dictated by his parents' rigid schedules and lemon-scented "tough love." But when his parents begin targeting his digital world-cutting the Wi-Fi at a moment's notice to punish his "restless nights" and "defiant" silence-Finn begins to feel like a ghost fading out of existence. ​Caught between the crushing anxiety of home and the social landmines of high school, Finn navigates his days with black earbuds as his armor and a "Truth Journal" as his only sanctuary. While his best friend Heath offers a rhythm of normalcy and the enigmatic Endrea sends mixed signals in the hallways, Finn is haunted by a single, quiet question: Why am I even here? ​As the walls of the museum close in, Finn must decide if he will remain a silent exhibit or if he'll finally find the resonance to break the glass-even if it means shattering the only "perfect" life he's ever known.

The life of a girl trying to figure it out and get by lol

just for myself. unsent messages.

My personal blog.

Middle school is loud. This journal isn't. Eddy L. Stark is 12, painfully observant, and just trying to survive the daily chaos of lockers, rumors, detention, and people who talk way too much. He's not a hero. He's not popular. He's just writing things down as they happen - the awkward moments, the quiet wins, and the days that feel heavier than they should. As rumors spread and pressure builds, Eddy learns that growing up doesn't mean becoming fearless. Sometimes it just means not shrinking anymore. Funny, awkward, and quietly emotional, Guy's Journal is a middle-school story about identity, vulnerability, and the people you never planned on calling friends - until one day, you do.

The Author's Journal is Rayver Rei's personal chronicle as she steps into the world of self-publishing while promoting her debut novel, Frozen Pearl. What started as simple blog posts across platforms like Medium, Substack, WordPress, Blogger, and Facebook slowly became something more meaningful: a space to reflect, share thoughts about writing, and document the journey of becoming an author. Inside this collection, Rayver talks about the creative process, the emotions behind writing certain scenes, the challenges of storytelling, and the small discoveries that come with building a story and a writing career. Part diary, part behind-the-scenes commentary, and part writer's notebook, these entries are compiled from Rayver Rei's blogging platforms and gathered into one archive. For anyone curious about what goes on in a writer's mind, this journal offers an honest look at the process, the doubts, the discoveries, and the passion that fuels a story. To read more of my posts, follow me on the following blogging sites: Medium: https://medium.com/@rayverrei89 Substack: https://rayverrei.substack.com WordPress: https://rayverrei89.wordpress.com Blogger: https://rayverrei.blogspot.com

Part of the Lights, Camera, Fractured companion series: These entries offer an intimate look into the quiet, observant world of Rachel Louise Myers. From the mundane beauty of a rainy afternoon on Woodward Avenue to those steady months before the storm, this is a window into a life lived in the "hidden spaces." It's the lore of growing up, the comfort of old bonds, and the grit and grace of a girl learning to stand on her own two feet-one page at a time. Note: These are supplemental entries; not all will strictly align with the main timeline, and some may be rearranged to reflect a fractured memory.

My life journey with God Volume 23

Eve's collection of unsent letters, from deep within the ASH Box.

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