Journal Stories

Darcy and her father return back to their old stomping grounds of New York City. With her, Darcy brings habits of being reclusive. She is perfectly content spending most of her time within the walls of her father's café and sees nothing wrong with the way she lives her life. But then Christopher Radley makes a reappearance in her life and opens her eyes to a sweeter way of living. As the year draws to a close and a new one begins, Darcy decides that it's about time she turned over a new leaf and marked this year as the ultimate game changer. And with Chris heartbroken over the breakup with his longterm girlfriend, they decide to take on the new year together. To remember this momentous year, she and Chris have one goal: to document everything. But while Darcy knew she was going to document all kinds of ups and downs, this new year had a lot more in store for her than she expected. ** This is a spin-off to my story A Thousand Words which can be read as a stand alone, but I recommend reading ATW to reach maximum feels while reading this one. ** cover by dysanic

Kyomi, a young woman on the autism spectrum who finds comfort in routines and quiet corners of her small-town church, is content living behind the scenes-running slides, organizing materials, and avoiding conversation. Her world shifts when Kaizen, the new worship leader recovering from heartbreak, notices her gift for structure and her deep, steady faith.

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.

This journal is for anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or tired of pretending to be okay-yet keeps searching for meaning in their pain and finding ways to heal and grow. It's for those who find comfort in reading someone else's heart and realize, "Hey, that's me too." In I Was Here: A Bipolar Diary, Yana opens the pages of her life with raw honesty - one entry at a time. In this non-fiction journal, blending the intimacy of a diary and the openness of a blog, Yana shares deep thoughts, realizations, and reflections about growth, faith, and the quiet lessons found in ordinary days. While Yana lives with bipolar disorder, this is not just about the illness - it's about life itself: the love, the heartbreaks, the stillness, the learning, and the moments of depression that teach her how to rise again. Each diary entry reads like a late-night conversation between two souls trying to make sense of the world. It's a memoir that gently reminds you that your story - no matter how flawed or unfinished-is still worthy of being told.

If the world moves forward, Sean would be perfectly fine standing still. After his family had left to Ireland, he finds himself quite comfortable staying alone by himself. Yet one random afternoon, his mother decides to let him give up this comfortable peace of his. Twas creates a new sense in Sean's life.

Arla Seren Alegarme, was a second-year Bachelor of Arts ( B.A ) in Theatre Arts. On the outside, she was cheerful, confident, and always surrounded by friends. But when the rehearsals ended and the curtains fell, she carried a quiet fear, her parents back in the province still believed she liked men. They called every Sunday, asking about "boyfriends," teasing her about campus "crushes." Arla kept smiling and dodging the questions. Simon Alaric Calliedo, a Bachelor of Arts (BA) in Journalism carried the same weight. He wrote beautiful love poems for the campus magazine but hid the truth about who he loved. His family, strict and traditional, often hinted at their dream of seeing him marry a nice girl. Book 1 of the " Alegarme Series "

"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.--

Can you hear them? Echoes of me.... These are poems that I wrote during the most miserable and vulnerable times of my life. Even some journal pieces. Pieces of me compiled together into a beautiful memory. True Echoes of me and my heart.

Experimental Journal in freeform to help author get out of depression and a slump Contrary to what the title implies, this work will probably not be updated every day. It is essentially my attempt at journaling, not sure how successfulit will be. Posting it out here and hoping that if it does not help me, maybe it helps someone else... Maybe someone can relate find some comfort. Please do not judge harshly.

I'm Spirit and I am a currently a beginner at being an IRL magi and being a psychic and this is my journal that I will (hopefully) consistently update ! (true story no hate or calling me delusional)

A random writing collection with no plot and no motive.

i'm jasper andd this is just my little journal thing so yea :] i'm 14, transmasc ftm, and omnisexual and also a therian <3

here i give everything i know about AWTOK and hunters, being a mythical, tips for mythicals, and mythical terms ^^ if you come back to this and see that some chapters are different, dont be alarmed, the old version probably had misinformation,so i edited it

As mentioned in the title, this is a personal journal. This is not not a fan ficton, or just fiction in general :) I just wanted to start journaling and decided to upload it for who knows what reason. I don't expect anyone to read this at all - but if you happen to stumble upon this and still decide to read, feel free.

Jane has moved back into his childhood home with his husband after he got the house in his dads will and the treehouse from his childhood is still up but something strange happens after going in it time and time again and finds out something he wished not to remember.

Marielle Bowers life takes a huge turn when her beloved journal is somehow swapped out with a complete strangers which leads her down many different roads trying to reclaim it including in the arms of an unlikely gentleman. .

Trying to become the man my son deserves - one day at a time. This is me. Every day, trying to be a better man - even when I don't feel like one. A mess of thoughts, failures, wins, and everything in between. This is my journey in real time, raw and unfiltered. I'm not writing for attention. I'm writing for release. I pray that someone finds solace in the words on these pages. This is an ongoing journey with daily entries. It will be long. There will always be something to read. I think of this as a rough draft to a future published book - if I'm lucky enough to make it that far. Because of how I'm writing this, there won't be hundreds of parts. A new part begins each week, and daily entries live within the current week. Simple. Honest. Consistent.

Well this is something more so for me then my audience, so I won't be talking about it on my board or otherwise. If anyone does find it, you are free to read it! (it is on a very public site/app soooo...) Just a gist on what this is going to be about: A journal to vent, talk about my day or feelings while writing, maybe even reviews on some books that I really liked. Basically, a dump of my inner thoughts and feelings because I need the space. If this doesn't interest you, do move on If, while reading, you decide to be the better person and comment so advice to help me if it seems like I need it, please do! If you want to add a rant or relate to something that I wrote about, go right ahead. Let's all just get a bit of stress out of our system.

~ What the world see isn't the whole game~☆ ♡3 couples - ♡ 3 different tropes - Salvador Valdes X Dhwani Joshi (ENEMIES TO LOVERS) Sebastian de la cruz X Gayatri Patel (FAKE DATING) Gabriel Ortega X Jasmita Saah (Marriage of convenience) Read the book and find out what happens if opposite actually attracts!!!!

Sup! This is for really no one but me; however, if you think it's fun or inspiring to watch someone slowly accomplish a goal they've been trying to complete for over a decade then feel free to join me. Comment, don't comment. Like, don't like. I'll still be here slowly trucking along. Do I know what I'll write in here? No clue. But it's more of self accountability than anything else. Badger me, don't badger me. Though the comments every few years on my various different fics do seem to do the 'Oh, I should really update that' trick so if you think that'll help, feel free. [Weekly Updates]