Journalentries Stories

***COMPLETED*** He was never mine. That was the problem. This isn't a love story, at least not yet. It's a collection of diary entries written in the middle of it all. Late night thoughts, half finished feelings, and moments that meant everything but were never named. Somewhere between confessions, lingering touches, and conversations that went on too long to be "just friends," I started writing things I could never say out loud. Everyone else could see what it looked like. But nothing was ever official enough to hold onto, and nothing ever lasted long enough to break cleanly either. So I wrote instead. Because loving someone who acts like they might choose you, until they don't, is one thing. Pretending it doesn't stay with you is another.

When seventeen-year-old Sage Alexander loses her mother, she's forced to move in with the father she's never met. Armed with a sketchbook, a journal, and enough anxiety to power a small city, Sage must navigate a new family, a new school, and the mysterious boy in the black hoodie who seems to appear whenever she needs him. Sometimes losing everything is how you find where you belong.

We all have days were our brain can't seem to turn off. It can vary from stupid things, towards negative thoughts which seem to spill out of our grasp towards insanity. I am no stranger to these feelings, so instead, I decide to write it all out. This book is not a short story, just a journal or diary to keep record of my thoughts. The purpose is not only to benefit me, the author, but also let the reader have an idea of what they feel and let them know that they aren't alone with their feelings.

Bound by blood. Broken by betrayal. One twin whispers from the grave, and the other listens... with revenge in her veins.....

This is my own heart-warming autobiography. I fell back in love with an old friend of mine, except we share almost 5000 miles between us. Yes, this is a story about my real life long distance relationship. As our very own safe space and log for all the feelings, thoughts and words that my boyfriend and I share, we hope to reach out to many people in relationships, long distance or short, relationship status single or taken and enlighten many more hearts through a love story that deems as undesirable and unsustainable. We want to inspire and re-kindle love through all, and prove that romance can be born from concrete opinions and boundaries that we have received along our journey. This is our story.

Normal childhoods are usually had in the unassuming mining town of Ravenstone. Normal, however, is not the word to be used when describing the Wilson twins.

Just some random stuff people, nothing special.

This is a snippet from my NaNoWriMo novel, The Carleton House. The protagonist here is Joan Strom, wife of Roy Strom Sr., mother of Roy Strom Jr. The family has recently moved in to a new house in Fort Huachuca, Arizona. Based on a true story. Trigger warning: slightly spooky Also, constructive criticism questions.

This is a daily updated journal/diary thing that started in January of 2018 and has not ended yet. There will be a part two to this book, because I've found writing in this book so relaxing and helpful when it comes to my mental health. • • • Sometimes I feel trapped. Like I can't tell people how I truly feel because they won't understand. This book is more for me than it is anyone else. I hope you get enjoyment out of it, but honestly, it's an outlet for me to express myself. I'm done keeping my emotions trapped inside myself. I'm truly done with that. If you want to read my emotions and my day to day life, go ahead. If your easily offended by my opinions I would suggest not reading this, because it's practically made for my opinions to be shared. If you hate me, read at your own risk, because this is me being my true self. Some things might not be good to read for those who are struggling with mental illnesses because I do describe my own experience with mental illness and describe horrible thoughts, so it might trigger you. If you ever need someone to talk to just dm me. Thanks for reading <3

all he could see.... was black and white hearts (My first attempt at an original creepypasta, constructive criticism appreciated :D)

A series of raw, emotional entries from a girl who thinks too deeply, feels too much, and wishes for too many things.

A short story about a middle aged stalker written by some friends and I. Enjoy!!

Anorra Jane Brampton was twenty-five years of age. She was a small woman with a delicate frame, standing at five feet and four inches. She had catlike features and sharp jade eyes like her mother, a danish woman, and skin the color of cream. She kept her tousled, chamomile colored hair in braid down her back, but stray wisps hung by her elven cheekbones. Her warm smile matched the rosy color of her cheeks, and her hands were always outstretched to those in need. She grew up in the hustle and bustle of early New York City, where her parents settled in a quaint cottage before she was born. "Good Catholics" her mother called them, for they lived by the bible, but Anorra had a hidden interest in science ever since her father, a teacher, came home with a stack of textbooks on evolution when she was a child. She married Nathaniel Brampton when she was twenty-one, and gave birth to twins James and Judith soon after. Nathaniel, a real estate agent in the city, would work all day, leaving Anorra with the kids all day. In early June, 1849, Nathaniel lost his job. Stories of gold out West caught his attention, and they decided to venture to Sacramento, California by steam ship. Anorra was not too fond of the idea, but kept quiet about her disapproval. Moving out West changed her life in more ways than one, for the good and the bad.

(Journal entries throughout) Hi. My name is Lee-Ann Robins. I live in Spain, but I'm from America. I'm 17 with a bouncy little three year old Amara. Here's my hectic story about how I got pregnant at 14.

"I guess this is gonna be where I write shit down about my daily life. I might be busy takin' on jobs most of the time, but I'll do my best to get somethin' written eventually." -Jake ______________________ DESCRIPTION: Jake has a journal that he writes his thoughts about in. ______________________ OTHER: This book will have all of my writings for Jake Muller's journal I have made on my RE Amino. This journal also has my entries for the UNSPOKEN club I am in, which is on REA. I have to say that I'm really happy I started writing as Jake because we are similiar in more than one way and I have found that we sorta have the same personality. Haha. It is very easy for me to write as him. So far people on REA have responded positively with my writings as him and I may add another book with my short RE fanfics. I hope you enjoy reading Jake's journal and my take on his character and past. :) ______________________ WARNINGS: This book contains heavy amounts of swearing and emotional issues. It also has hints of suicidal thoughts, death, etc. Please do not read if this type of content bothers you. ______________________ Updates Every Month!

Basically, as the tin says. Situation born from my imagination and the people based on my real-life friends.

Futuristic apocalyptic setting where a scientist discovers and investigates a shocking new biological humanoid creature whom becomes the center point of this series.

August Shores is a fairly ordinary 6th grade girl in most ways, she loves to be informed of all the drama, she's exited for middle school, making new friends, and getting to know her class even better. A few things that you should know about August, she loves to read, play sports, listen to music and sing along as best she can even though she sounds horrible, draw, hang out with friends, you get the idea. She also has ADHD, which, for the most part, doesn't always effect her. She does notice it, it subtly effects her, she gets distracted easily, can be kinda hyper-helpful, can't sit still for long periods of time, and sometimes finds it hard to know what do do in certain situations. She is relatively pretty, She has long, curly blond hair that reaches almost halfway down her back, blue eyes that look indifferent from afar, but up close look like the ocean, she has a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, her cheeks are rosy and get sunburnt very easily, and her eyebrows and eyelashes are barely visible due to how light they are. August has always been tall for her age, long legs and torso, she also has a larger shoe size compared to others her age. She loves either baggy, or tight clothes, usually it's one or the other but sometimes she'll mix it up. August doesn't have the best eyesight though, she's nearsighted in her left eye, and her right one isn't pristine either. August was supposed to wear glasses but she finds them uncomfortable and doesn't always like how they look on her.

📖💗🌍poetry & inner musings of a shattered soul . more questions than answers, more random than not . journey of self-love & personal growth . I'm sharing this to offer a glimpse into who I am and hopefully help others feel less alone on their journey. I question my sanity daily, so please take what I say with a grain of salt. Iykyk 🫶