Personalnarrative Stories

Just simply about the stations of life. Each station carries different stories, memories, and moments. And those stories will be shared with you...

At sixteen, looking back on the last three years feels like watching a different version of myself-a boy who was terrified of doing 'too much.' The Boy Who Performed explores the highs of teenage romance and the lows of a situationship that never quite found its footing. From the nerves of a first date to the silence after a final text, this is my account of what it's like to love someone who only ever saw you as a backup plan. "I was so busy ensuring she was comfortable that I had completely forgotten to check if I was happy."

A quiet morning turns into the most heartbreaking day of a granddaughter's life as she witnesses the final moments of the woman who raised, comforted, and understood her the most. Through love, loss, and cherished memories, this story reflects on the unbreakable bond between a granddaughter and her grandmother, reminding us that the people who truly see us never stop living in our hearts.

Description One summer, a single book changed everything. What began as a teenager's curiosity soon became an obsession with philosophy, knowledge, and the pursuit of becoming someone greater. With every page turned, a new identity was born-one built on ambition, discipline, and the dream of reading a thousand books. But passion is not immune to silence. When the spark suddenly vanished, the books remained untouched, the days grew empty, and the person I thought I had become slowly faded away. Metamorphosis is a personal narrative about the birth, collapse, and rediscovery of identity. It is a story about books, philosophy, and the quiet realization that we do not become who we are through fleeting moments of inspiration, but through the choices we continue to make when inspiration is gone.

All about life, sacrifices and proud moments

After fifteen years of separation, a young writer boards a ship to Mindanao to meet their estranged father. What begins as an awkward, tear-filled journey fueled by deep homesickness evolves into a beautiful month of reconciliation, proving that the years we lose do not define us-the love we choose to remember does.

I thought Bohol would give me the best memories of my childhood. Instead, it gave me something even more valuable-a lesson that changed the way I see others forever.

As a band member I faced many hardships before achieving triumph.

An unexpected meeting. A few ordinary conversations. A connection that never felt ordinary. Sometimes, the most unforgettable people are the ones who enter our lives without warning, stay only for a moment, and leave behind memories that last forever. This is the story of a stranger who never truly felt like one.

i am just an object.

A story of​ babies,​ blunders, and​ the all around​ shit-show that​ was her​ existence

since the beginning of time, love had been a tough path that i took. was led on, betrayed, and turned against myself. but all the same, it was beautiful. it calmed the storm in me, it made me feel the most special. no matter the circumstances, loving him was, and will always be worth it. [based on real events] [disclaimer : this work is a narrative written heavily through my perspective, which may render some parts biased, and was made simply as a form of entertainment. please don't take everything (too) seriously.]

A random assortment of poems and bits and pieces of stories, exploring the struggles of coming out to yourself and of navigating love and new feelings. The ups and downs of life coupled with the escape from the real world into a fabricated realm.

HOW TO BE THE TRUTH THEY CAN'T HANDLE A self-help guide (monologue) for when you think you've somehow "disturbed" everyone just by existing. Psst-if you're reading this, you probably have. ~ synopsis: a satirical monologue in the form of: self-help guide. explores and challenges themes of: exclusion, control, discrimination, autismphobia, ableism, and the performative nature of so-called inclusion. diving into uncomfortable truths about power, perception, and belonging, highlighting tactics like last-minute rule changes meant to exclude, weaponization of politeness, gaslighting. confronting issues such as performative allyship, mechanisms of systemic marginalization, particularly related to ableism and neurodivergence. And the quiet power of resistance and self-empowerment. Blends satircal humor, sharp social commentary, raw vulnerability. holding up a mirror to systemic biases, exposing how institutions and individuals manipulate, patronize, and isolate those who don't fit the mold. Through direct address, self-deprecating wit, and theatrical meta-commentary. Piece forces both Protagonist and audience to confront uncomfortable truths. Creatively breaks the fourth wall and uses humor as both a shield and a weapon. Speaks to the universal struggles of navigating societal expectations, personal identity, and the desire for understanding and belonging. Personal yet relatable piece is designed to capture audience attention and hopefully leave them reflecting long after the performance. ~ i've already self-published this stageplay a small while now. putting it here too because this art was created to be shared :)

This is not a story. I created this cuz I wanted to. Got this quote from the movie: 'Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back (Episode V) I created this when I was in Grade 9.

It's just a little story about me and Kirsten Vangsness because I'm highly down bad for that woman

Another personal testimony of the horrors faced by people in the homeless community.

hi there! my name is anne casey and welcome to my personal ejournal. i dont really know exactly what direction im taking this in, so i guess we'll figure it out eventually.

I'm Kermit. Not really I just call myself Kermit. This is my personal diary .I'm probably dead if I don't update

Sometimes I feel like I could be an interesting person but I have a lack of self expression methods. I'm horrible with editing, coding, drawing, and composing music. I resent dancing and I'd be damned if I engaged in theatre as good of an actor as I may be. The only thing I am completely comfortable doing that can be my outlet is writing. This story won't be boring, I know the feeling of not giving a shit about some loser's life. You're probably here for fan fiction. So I'm giving you fan fiction. This is MY story, MY personality. However, you will know my name to be Gerard and my love interest to be Frank. I'll try and make relations and similarities between gerards actual personality and mine so that you dont feel too bored. Look, I know I'm just getting started but a little faith didn't hurt anybody except the Christians. Give me a shot.