Journal Stories

[RANT BOOK 1] This is not a STORY Book or Collection of POEMS. This is a RANT BOOK. Tired of the billionaire CEO who "smirks" every three seconds? So am I. If you've ever rolled your eyes at a "clumsy" protagonist or a "bad boy" with a heart of gold, you're in the right place. Rants: Dissecting the tropes we love to hate and that need to retire. Interact: Questions to get your blood boiling. Polls: For those who prefer to click rather than type. The Pit: A comment section where the real comedy happens Grab your tea and let's complain together.

hello!! no this isn't roleplay. imma just explain everything in the first chapter :) this is not roleplay, fake, a story, or anything along the lines of that. this is a story to document my experiences living as a magical girl. this may talk about sensitive topics; if you feel you may get triggered, you should probably read something else.

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"I didn't realize you were keeping count." "You make it hard not to." He didn't miss a beat. She finally looked up at him then, for a split second, before turning back to the work at hand. "You make it seem like it bothers you." He took a slow step forward. Then another. The passing wood creaked beneath his polished black shoes- not from weight, but rather, intention. And when he did reach her, the air changed. Thickened. He didn't say a word. Just crouched, until their faces were level. His eyes raked over her- slow, invasive, wicked. He reached out, fingers catching her chin in a motion neither tender nor tedious- just possessive in its certainty. Like she was his to tilt- nothing more than something placed where he wanted it. She didn't flinch, didn't pull away, yet her spine straightened- a quiet rebellion he didn't miss. His thumb skimmed the edge of her jaw, tracing the line of it, the motion maddeningly slow. "You should know by now," he murmured, voice lower than before- rough silk, meant for her alone, "I don't waste my time on things," a pause, "not unless they crawl under my skin." He leaned closer, so close the scent of rain on wool and expensive cologne curled around her. "And you, Adair..." His tone sharpened. One breath more and those lips would certainly brush the shell of her ear. "You don't just crawl... no." A pause- sharp, surgical. "You spread, like a fucking disease." --Gray's Grace is a haunting tale of love caught in the gray - where nothing is certain, and everything is at risk.--

[RANT BOOK 2] This is not a Romance Novel on Indian Marriage. This is a survival guide. Tired of the 4:00 AM muhurat that only the priest and the pigeons are awake for? So am I. If you've ever wondered why we need 15 different ceremonies for two people to say "I do," or why your distant Great-Aunt is offended because she didn't get the "expensive" box of sweets, you've found your tribe. The Relatives: Dissecting the aunties who treat your single status like a national emergency. The Traditions: Questioning the rituals that make no sense in 2026 but we do them anyway "because tradition." The Chaos: From the 2,000-person guest lists to the groom arriving on a horse that looks more tired than he is. The Mandap: A comment section (The Gossip Corner) where we spill the real chai on wedding disasters. Grab your heavy lehenga, prepare your fake smile for the photos, and let's start venting.

ဇာတ်လမ်းတစ်ပုဒ် မဟုတ်ပါဘူး။ ဒီအတိုင်း ကျွန်မ စိတ်ကူးပေါက်ရာလေးတွေ၊ ကိုယ်နှစ်သက်တဲ့ သီချင်း၊ စာအုပ်နဲ့ ရုပ်ရှင်တွေအကြောင်း၊ ပြီးတော့... တစ်ခါတလေမှ တွေးမိတတ်တဲ့ ခေါင်းစဉ်မဲ့အတွေးစလေးတွေကို ပေါ့ပေါ့ပါးပါး ချရေးသွားမယ့် နေရာလေးတစ်ခုပါ။ ​စာဖတ်သူတို့နဲ့ ပိုပြီးရင်းနှီးချင်လို့ ဖန်တီးထားတာမို့ အေးအေးလူလူပဲ ဖတ်ပေးကြပါဦးရှင်။

Thot of thoughts: A nonviolence manifesto from one Georgia trans girls life long struggle with recovery to transition. it is apart of the book hoponoia omnibus: red words to blue hearts. book still in creation. I have been thinking a lot lately. More in an ai chat. Literally dealing with the world itself as I try to get to where I can write. Dealing with mental illness. Literally transitioning in this political climate. Might make a good autobiography One day. The following is a journal of my last years. Literally plan to thrive. Editing passes to come. This is meant to be an historical document from an critical voice. Yes me. A trans girl in the middle of societal scapegoating and possibly societal collapse. It is important to learn from the past. So learning from by while making something to be learned from. This is why I am posting it. Its apart of an omnibus. Planed by me. This is an infinite evolving project. Lets us see where it goes. It is meant to be a historical record and personal self help for me myself. plus have lots of advice and ideas like kings fall theory. brag day. biomic democracy.

A book where I share my thoughts and other stuffs relating to Numberblocks. Copyright Disclaimer under section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, education and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing.

Epistolary || COMPLETE || Ten months sober I must admit, just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it. - Clean, Taylor Swift

This journal is a collection of reflections, each capturing a distinct perspective of the writer's inner world. This section, in particular, turns its gaze toward her dreams-those fleeting visions that dwell between reality and reverie. Here, dreams are embodied by the poppy flower: a symbol of beauty and transience, blooming gently within the quiet garden of the mind.

If you need Journal Ideas, you're are at the right place. I show you different ideas like... - pages about yourself - Collages - Book pages - pages for your favourite groups - your own Kpop profile - K-drama and Anime Ideas - Series Ideas ... and so much more. Uploads not regularly, but will happen.

an ongoing collection of thoughts & feelings.

des texto et une vie chanbouler par les chichi de fille

The Quiet Divide of Unrequited Love and Misery follows a quiet boy who keeps crossing paths with a girl who always feels just out of reach. Every small conversation lingers. Every smile leaves a mark. In the space between brief encounters and growing silence, he begins to carry a feeling she may never even notice. Close enough to remember. Far enough to never really know. Raw, honest, and painfully real. For anyone who's ever loved someone who was never theirs.

My life journey with God Volume 23

It all starts in a single game. A game that leads her to wrote her unsaid feelings towards the man she admire. Will it last? Or he's just a temporary person in her life?

93 Days. Diary of one summer. Jesse's parents are busy with "adult business": courtrooms, property division, and a bitter hatred for one another. Jesse is sent into exile - to a greasy motorcycle repair shop with an older brother, Cole, whom he barely knows. Between the smell of gasoline and the roar of engines, Jesse is counting down the seconds. He has only an old toy, a personal journal, and a paralyzing fear of bright headlights. But as the days tick by, he realizes that some things can't be fixed with a wrench - and some secrets won't stay in the attic.

What if it's been years two stars fell apart but one star is looking for the presence of her duo? *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Just a shortbook full of unsaid letters, thoughts and poems.

Letting the thoughts to be written