Diary Stories

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

When Jane Madarang's neighbor Natalie kills herself and leaves behind cryptic instructions, it's up to Jane and her classmates to unearth deadly secrets. ***** Natalie Driscoll is dead. She threw herself out a window and left her neighbor Jane to unravel their town's darkest secrets. Following Natalie's instructions leads Jane to three other high school students who all have something to hide. The four of them must carry out Natalie's final errand while solving the mysteries written in her diary. But the secrets they unearth may be far more dangerous than what they ever imagined. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of suicide, violence and murder that may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

There is no such thing as happily ever after. It is about what comes after- when love erodes, when responsibility is neglected, and when faith is forced to reconcile with reality. Rupturing the illusion of calm. Not to comfort but to examine. A repudiation. A reminder not to go back to that point again. Warning: Contains themes of sexual abuse and abusive behaviour. Some readers may find this triggering. Please proceed with care.

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∘₊✧─ you make me crazier... Everyone at Hogwarts knows the story. Harry Potter's name was mysteriously entered into the Goblet of Fire, forcing him to compete in the dangerous Triwizard Tournament. Everyone assumes he did it himself. Cassiopeia Bishop doesn't buy it for a second, and she's determined to prove his innocence. Armed with curiosity, a sharp tongue, and a knack for getting herself into trouble, Cass drags Harry along on a hunt through hidden passageways, forbidden corridors, and the darkest corners of the castle. Together, they follow the clues, dodge magical mishaps, and argue enough to make the ghosts roll their eyes. With every secret uncovered, the stakes grow higher - and the culprit isn't just risking a little mischief. Someone at Hogwarts is desperate to keep the truth buried, and willing to do whatever it takes to stop them. Cass and Harry may get hopelessly lost along the way but, if they can outsmart the shadows, they might just solve the mystery before it's too late. *:･ﾟ✧ rdrglvrx harrypotterxfem!oc an agggtm inspired story

Elias used to be sharp, composed, and a little insufferable in the way only brilliant people can be. Now he's brighter than ever..? Laughing louder, talking faster, sleeping less... The question isn't whether something is wrong, but how long they can pretend it isn't.

Jack and Elle have been life long friends, but on the island, where relationships are tested, what will be the outcome of this childhood friendship? 🦌🌿🫧

An Epistolary. "Grow A Garden, Grow A Feelings?" Mia Lianne Sandoval had her priorities straight-aces her classes, avoids drama, and had zero plans of becoming a gamer. That is, until her best friends Ave and Lovely introduced her to Grow A Garden on Roblox. What was supposed to be a stress reliever turned into a full-blown obsession. Soon, Mia was harvesting rare crops, flexing her green thumb, and guarding her most prized possession: a 140kg moon melon with five epic mutations. Then came skiesxkiss-a popular streamer celebrating his 1M subs with a dare: steal the rarest item he can find. So he did. He stole Mia's moon melon then logged out. Walang hiya. What he didn't know? The garden he robbed belonged to someone he's been crushing on for years. Now, he's stuck between a livestream scandal and a girl ready to throw hands-digitally and emotionally.

The lesson will repeat itself until you learn from it. This quote alone symbolizes the tale of A dance with A Necromancer. A foretelling memoir of one woman's secret double life finding her in each and every lifetime. All secrets don't stay buried and not all Ghosts are dead.

Mira is just a regular, freshly heartbroken girl who was starting her college. She expected all of her four years to be normal, nothing extraordinary. And then, she found a diary. She thought it'd be a distraction. A good story to read on. But similar names. Feelings she can't put a title to. Almost, as if she's the owner. Or is she? Because some stories aren't just stories. They could be something else or someone else's. Entirely.

˚₊‧ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫? 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬! ‧₊˚

i've created a different mythical journal but this one will be more focused on my story than my results/manifested desires. here's the rundown of my desires to be manifested: -i am a UNGOC operative (Anomalous Operative Caliber-9) -i have these abilities: shapeshifting, manifesting things from Video Games, muscle fibers 100 times stronger than a normal human's, inhuman reaction time, and Technokinesis -i have indestructible bones -Niko from Oneshot is my adopted son (touch a hair on his head and i will Supplex you so hard that the pronouns of your molecules will changed to 'here/there/everywhere') -Metal Sonic will be my assistant/comrade in arms

So i found these cool models on Vrchat and said; "Hey! why dont i make a Au out of these cause i cant find info on them," Everything but some of the Infected designs is my hard work! I will later give the Vrchat model creator's name later. (the book cover is temporary.)

In the word "hopeless," there's still "hope." So why do we only see the darkness in it? A girl whose life is a complete mess slowly starts believing nothing will ever get better. She calls herself hopeless, unaware that even broken people carry tiny pieces of hope inside them. But every person in this world has a story nobody knows... until they finally tell it. So, let's take a peek into her life.

Hey guys, it's Jade, Honestly... I don't really say things out loud the way I mean them. So I wrote them instead. These poems are just my random thoughts, in my head. It's just me trying to sort it out in my own way. Being labeled. Being misunderstood. Being told what I am or what I'm supposed to be. It's just me. - Jade Kanda jasminepepper22- hi guys! It's me Jasmine! These are a bunch of poems by Jade, from Sea Salt and Caramel by @Three_Tainted_Souls. These show who she really is, underneath everything.

This isn't a perfect story. It's a real one. A story about silent tears, emotional wounds, lonely nights, broken trust, healing, and becoming stronger while quietly falling apart inside. Just Me, Unfiltered is not about a girl who had an easy life. It's about a girl who kept smiling even when her world felt heavy. A girl who craved love, warmth, understanding, and a place where she could finally breathe peacefully. These pages hold the thoughts I never said out loud, the pain I hid behind smiles, and the parts of me nobody truly saw. Raw. Honest. Unfiltered. This is me.😊

All my thoughts will be written here, like an online diary. It's nothing special and I don't think many will read it - but maybe it helps me... And anyone else who might face the same problems.

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.

Nothing special. Just the diary of a student who writes

I used to fail after two weeks.Now, I'm choosing a 'daily base' journey over perfection. From university changes to secret tactics at National Service, this is my diary of getting back to myself.