Journalentries Stories

Years after losing him, Elara returns to the town that still remembers everything she tries to forget. A story of first love, silent goodbyes, the rain after every lose and letters never answered. He was the boy who painted her world - and she's the girl who's still learning how to live without him.

Poems. Feelings. And advice from me to you. Just some thoughts of mine. Maybe I'm not the only one with these ideas/thoughts

Warning: Contains content that may be disturbing to some, could be triggering to those with paranoia. Viewers discretion is advised. "To fear the dark is to fear what cannot be seen, in the shadows there is merely the unknown. It is our minds that make the monsters." -Johnathan Watts This fic follows the perspective of Kiyotaka Ishimaru through his journal entries as he and many others have been drafted into a "social experiment." Well, it is a SOCIAL experiment, not any other kind, right? ...Right? Loosely inspired by the MLP Grimdark "Something's Always Watching" Heavy revisions have been made for lore purposes.

Welcome to the mess that is my head. It's either full of ideas, rants, and overly dramatic bullshit that I can't share with people that know me in real life. Or poems, dreams, and wishes that I'll never accomplish. This is a collection of poetry, midnight thoughts and rant's about my dull daily life. I guess you could say this is a blog, just so much more personal. It'll be a pleasure meeting you, stranger.

Tanya and 9Fd4 are the only two Experiments who escaped in a failed breakout from the CBRO laboratory. They hid from the CBRO for three weeks, but when Tanya and 9Fd4 are found, Tanya must find a way to save her friends and fellow Experiments before one of them is put to death for the escape attempt. There is no room for failure if Tanya is to succeed, but Tanya's plans never work as intended...

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.

Just some consistent/ not consistent journal entries starting from the beginning of 2018 until about May of 2018. I will probably write more once I have uploaded all of my entries, but for now Im enjoying my summer and I hope you all enjoy will enjoy my writings! Will upload once a day!

a short story “kiss me where I lay down, my hands press to your cheeks.”

Santa Barbara, with its sun-soaked coastlines and swaying palm trees, looks like paradise to the outsiders. But for a group of high school seniors living there, it's a town full of pressure-pressure to succeed, to meet expectations, and to make life-defining decisions. Beneath the palm trees and surfboards, these teens are each navigating their own complicated paths toward adulthood. When their senior English teacher assigns a year-long "Life Map" project, a group of friends must confront their futures and reflect on their personal struggles, family dynamics, and hidden desires. As the year progresses, the teens find that the project isn't just about mapping out their futures-it becomes a way for them to truly understand who they are, what they fear, and what they want out of life. Along the way, they'll discover what it means to grow up, deal with family pressures, and fight for their dreams, all while holding onto the friendship that has gotten them this far.

These are a pile of thoughts that cross through my mind either on a day to day basis or from time to time. Maybe you can make more sense of them than I. Enjoy

hi .-. anonymous rants, confessions, journal entries, and much more...

Fictionalised diary entries of Juliet Sontag as a coping mechanism during these trying times as well as to process her deep seated, unaddressed traumas.

Just some journal entries of my thoughts entered in real-time. Probably going to be cringe but eh. This account is anon and a throwaway.

Remember how it felt when kids used to make fun of you for having that diary? Do you remember how it felt when they used to pick on you for it? Or how their eyes would widen when you would take your diary out of your favorite backpack to write your ideas, thoughts and curiosities? How curiosity lit their eyes as they wondered what you were writing about or if you where even writing about them. Who knew that one day this piece of leather could connect you to a person on a whole different level and that one day this connection would hurt you like no other word ever did? Amber is the typical shy girl that doesn't talk but what nobody knows is that she has secrets within her that only the pages of her diary know about. What happens when Amber meets a person by "accidentally" reading their diary? Will she finally reveal her secrets or will she build up her wall stronger than before?

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

Being a black sheep, I left my family to start my own life. Never thought I'd return for a gift Grandfather left me. Only to hold family secrets. We appeared normal but were we? What secret life did my family hold?

A spin on the classic "monster" stories. This story is taken place in the eyes of Hunter Goodman, a secret scientist that no one really knows about. After contacting and hunting after test subjects, he finally gets three people to agree on being a test subject for his new experiment. The new experiment is to make people ten times stronger and literally have eyes like a hawk. All of this is told by the perspective of Hunter Goodman's journal until his last entry. Journal #8.

Sequel to 'The Bike Shed' A series of journal entries written by a young teenage boy who ran away from home after a lot of traumatic events. //TW//

This is a story detailing the going ons of Pandora during Salvador's time there. I own no rights to Borderlands, Borderlands 2, Borderlands The Pre-Sequel, or any of their characters. I'm writing this purely for fun.If you haven't played Borderlands 2, this story will contain spoilers for the end of the game.

*True journal entries A girl by the name of Ellie Loriana (real name was altered for the sake of anonymity) writes entries in her journal about her feelings and experiences as a teenager in high school. This is a true journal entry series. I thought it was very poetic and full of her true feelings which some people might find closure from. Of course, I will be taking some liberties to explain the context of the entries because I know this person personally, but other than that, it will be all her journal entries. I hope some people can relate.