Journal Stories

~• Book 2 of The Toxic Ashes Series •~ "Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart. Can't tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start." [Jonathan Crane] [Started: 05/15/2024] Cover made by @Purplemist14

now playing... good 4 u by olivia rodrigo! IN WHICH SOPHIA YAPS ABOUT HER LIFE!

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Thoughts turned into short essays

I'm gonna post 1 of my liked songs per day for a year, adding a possible explanation for why I picked each song or I'll just remain mysterious and you'll nEvEr kNoW why I picked that song😈 this has honestly kinda turned into a daily journal vibe If i actually finish this I will be impressed with myself and I expect to be congratulated

A random writing collection with no plot and no motive.

James and Daniel have been inseparable since 2004. One of the ways they kept their bond strong was through journaling-writing down memories, fears, promises, and all the tiny pieces of life that meant something to them. This collection is a glimpse into those pages. Told through personal journal entries, the story captures their shared milestones, inside jokes, late-night thoughts, and the moments that shaped their friendship as they grew from kids into artists. Even after entering Starship Entertainment, they continue writing-now in separate notebooks, but still with the same intention: to remember their best days and survive their hardest ones together. Raw, intimate, and heartfelt, this series shows what it truly means to grow up with someone who becomes your home. Date started: 1️⃣4️⃣ 0️⃣2️⃣ 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣2️⃣ (ongoing) Author's note: 1. This is a spin-off to the Unforgettable Moments Series. 2. This is a journal made by best friends James and Kim Daniel (as they are partners in crime for about 20 years). 3. Have fun reading the book!

[COMPLETED] ･:*.ೃ࿔⋆❀° epistolary °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

idk what's happens in the future since I live in present let's see, is it kismet? or coincidences ? or can I change it??

A collection of journals written in the quietest hours, during the loudest cries no one ever hears. Bleeding ink flows from her heart, engraving pain with every stroke on the page. Page after page is marked with stained tears, a signature of unbearable sorrow. Every fragment of memory is preserved, never forgotten.

Delve into the mind of Winter Sunrise, a tabaxi from the town of Mistview. From gushing about his husband Korran Slytherfang, to the nonstop chaos of his own mind, the journal offers a deep, intimate look at the tabaxi.

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For those whom loved unconditionally, Whom engraved the pain and whom longed for better days. This is a story of a life long survival.

A collection of midnight thoughts, random observations, unanswered questions, and poetic reflections on life, loneliness, memory, hope, and everything in between...

A collection of fragments I never said out loud. No plot. No chapters to follow. Just a journal filled with pieces of me.

I hope you're well.

Milady Eleanor von Thompson is not a protagonist material. Nor she wants to be. She leads a basic life, no hidden abilities, and no vendetta against a clandestine coven of sorcerers. She doesn't brandish a sword in a world dominated by magic, not a prophesied saint who will one day save humanity from the forces of darkness, nor the long lost princess of a fallen kingdom. This flips into an ambition after making three friends who are protagonist incarnates. She can't help but admire them (i.e. harbor a strong sense of envy). Enter - Jean Takavic, who brandishes a sword in a world dominated by magic; Aria Corenswet, a prophesied saint who will one day save humanity from the forces of darkness, and; Selene Winters, a mysterious girl who might as well be a long lost princess from a fallen kingdom somewhere. All three of them find themselves at the comfort of Milady's warm and welcoming companionship. In this magic school story, Milady's quest to become a "protagonist" begins! ******** JUST ANOTHER MAGIC SCHOOL STORY FOR YOU. Volume 1. The Poltergeist Cycle Concept and Story by Kuroyoru Kazamatsuri This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to people, either living or the dead, places, events, and magic schools are either fictitious or entirely coincidental. © 2026 Crowyoru. All Rights Reserved.

A phone. No password. A note that said - If you found this, you were supposed to. Anika Sharma did not know Vihan Singh. She came to his funeral because her cousin asked her to. She sat on a bench outside the cremation ground because she had nowhere else to wait. She picked up the phone because it was sitting there, unguarded, like something that had been left on purpose. She was right. It had been. Inside the phone is everything - journals, voice notes, memories, confessions. The story of a boy who grew up collecting tomorrows he was never sure he deserved. Who chased dreams so hard he forgot to live inside them. Who spent twenty years trying to become extraordinary, and never once stopped to ask if ordinary was ever the problem. Vihan Singh feared one thing above everything else. Being forgotten. This is the story he left behind so that wouldn't happen. The Broken Star is told in two timelines - Anika in the present, reading. Vihan in the past, living. Two strangers connected by a phone on a bench and the quiet, devastating question that runs beneath every page: Can someone who believes they're broken still leave light behind? This is not a love story. It is something harder than that. It is a story about becoming - and realizing, almost too late, that you were already someone. Psychological Fiction • Coming-of-Age • Mystery For everyone who has ever felt like a nobody at 3 AM.

Some nights become stories. Others become poems. Letters From Luna is a collection of journal entries, prose, poetry, and fragments written for the people we never stopped loving, the versions of ourselves we left behind, and the quiet hours when the moon is the only one listening. Not every letter is meant to be sent.

Three days ago, I published a short story about the perfect murder. Tonight, someone used it as a blueprint. November 29th. A storm. A locked pool room. Nine suspects. One dead teacher. I didn't kill him, but someone in this room did. And they're using my words to do it. This is my account of what happened. Whether you believe it or not is up to you.