Journal Stories

This journal is for anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or tired of pretending to be okay-yet keeps searching for meaning in their pain and finding ways to heal and grow. It's for those who find comfort in reading someone else's heart and realize, "Hey, that's me too." In I Was Here: A Bipolar Diary, Yana opens the pages of her life with raw honesty - one entry at a time. In this non-fiction journal, blending the intimacy of a diary and the openness of a blog, Yana shares deep thoughts, realizations, and reflections about growth, faith, and the quiet lessons found in ordinary days. While Yana lives with bipolar disorder, this is not just about the illness - it's about life itself: the love, the heartbreaks, the stillness, the learning, and the moments of depression that teach her how to rise again. Each diary entry reads like a late-night conversation between two souls trying to make sense of the world. It's a memoir that gently reminds you that your story - no matter how flawed or unfinished-is still worthy of being told.

Seven days, one journey, and a collection of real moments that quietly stay in me, perhaps always...

Kyomi, a young woman on the autism spectrum who finds comfort in routines and quiet corners of her small-town church, is content living behind the scenes-running slides, organizing materials, and avoiding conversation. Her world shifts when Kaizen, the new worship leader recovering from heartbreak, notices her gift for structure and her deep, steady faith.

hello!! no this isn't roleplay. imma just explain everything in the first chapter :) no, i dont have a madoka magica concept, despite the cover.

A designer of spaces and a dreamer of skies-Aayan Haider believed beauty lived in the patterns he built and the constellations he traced. But when a quiet figure appeared across the terrace, his nights began to shift and his journals began to wander-not toward the skies, but toward the terrace across from his own.

Grace Adair never minded the rain. She liked the way it blurred the world outside the window. Made everything less sharp, less real. Less likely to cut. She sat in her usual place - top floor of the east wing library, nestled between forgotten theology texts. Her journal was open on her lap, words bleeding into the page with ink as dark as the bruises she never talked about. It wasn't the kind people saw - not the kind anyone would dare ask about. It was the kind that lived deeper. Beneath skin. Beneath silence. She heard him before she saw him. The heavy door groaned like it hated being disturbed. Grace didn't look up. She never did. "You skipped curfew," he said, his voice low and sharp like winter air. She turned a page in her journal, slowly. "You didn't come looking." Grayson Vale. The name alone carried too much weight. Too much history. He wasn't just another Hollowmere boy with a tragic family name and an inheritance that bought silence. He was something worse. Something real. He stepped into the room, each footstep echoing in the hollow silence. His uniform was damp, rain-soaked at the edges. His tie was gone, shirt collar unbuttoned - a deliberate defiance of the rules. But that was who Grayson was. A rule dressed as a boy, designed to be broken. Or to break others. He stood before her now, too close for comfort, too far to reach. "I looked," he said after a moment. "You just didn't want to be found." She closed her journal. "Maybe I didn't." --Gray's Grace is a haunting tale of love caught in the gray - where nothing is certain, and everything is at risk.--

In a world where power corrupts even the kindest hearts, The Quiet Strength follows Evelin Carter, a sharp-tongued journalist who finds herself entangled with the city's most feared villain-Mark Meachum, a man who once wore the mask of a hero. When fate forces them together against a mutual enemy, sparks ignite between truth and chaos. Evelin's fearless pursuit of justice clashes with Mark's ruthless survival instinct, blurring the line between right and wrong. But when love blooms in the ruins of their broken pasts, they discover that strength isn't about power-it's about the courage to protect the ones you love, even when the world calls you a monster. Their bond is tested by betrayal, loss, and redemption-from dark laboratories and government conspiracies to the birth of their twins, where hero and villain finally learn the meaning of peace.

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These are poems that I wrote during the most miserable and vulnerable times of my life. Even some journal pieces. Pieces of me compiled together into a beautiful memory. True Echoes of me and my heart.

This journal is a collection of reflections-each offering a glimpse into the writer's diverse perspectives and inner world. Within its pages lie poems, stories, and passing thoughts, each expressing a moment of emotion or contemplation. Like a dandelion carried by the wind, her thoughts drift beyond reach, ascending into the open sky-hoping that somewhere, someone will read them, and understand.

My thoughts written and how I feel

Hi I am sharing my NEET journey here, which is technically yet to start. I WANNA BE A DOCTOR AND I SURELY WILL BECOME A DR. My NEET exam is in 5 monthes and I have to cover the entire syllabus in as I wasted my 11th and 12th and half of my drop year without even realising. This is almost like a self motivating journal where I will share my progress. Hope this can help other struggling people too.

Only a little girl growing in heels and not slippers.

Freshman year was supposed to be simple. Blend in. Keep her head down. Survive Brookmont Academy without being noticed. But one decision-running for Freshman Representative Jaxon "Jax" Carter, dead center in a spotlight she never asked for. Now there are rumors. A ten-second clip is spreading like wildfire. Complicated friendships are shifting under her feet. A STEM competition that could rewrite her future. And someone watching her a little too closely... in a way she's not ready to name. Everyone thinks they know what happened. No one has the full picture. Except Jax. And she's finally ready to write it, one steady, honest journal entry at a time. A soft YA, Black girl coming-of-age story about pressure, perception, and the quiet girl who stops being quiet. Yours truly, Jax.

Journal Essays on Loving, Losing and Becoming

After a devastating defeat, humanity was forced to give up their land and relocate to two isolated continents that were labeled as impossible to live on. After hundreds of years while the rest of the world focuses on agricultural and living conditions. Humanity had focused on its weapons and military. As years of isolation were broken and tensions rise, the fate of the world is left uncertain.

my day-to-day 🌞

From the journal.

In a world full of hobbies I'm the biggest collector. I'm imperfect I never follow threw with anything, yet I'm ambitious and crave to feel complete. I though that this feeling of emptiness came from having less, from now being creative enough and knowing enough, but maybe it was rather the craving for following threw, maybe that feeling I craved was doing something, seeing improvement and following threw. so come with me on this messy hard to explain kind of a book. Come find me, with me.

Transcriptions of the remaining journal entries from the late Vice President of the United States, Andromache Locke.