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.

Seventeen years after the Wingfeather Saga, Janner, Sara, and Leeli are adults and married now... although Kal's still an idiot. Lily Wingfeather, Janner's nine year old daughter, discovers Leeli's old notebook. Also, please don't ask about contacting me outside of wattpad or sharing ideas about my story. Okay now go read the story!!

Arla Seren Alegarme lives for the spotlight, a Theatre Arts student who knows how to deliver every line with perfect emotion. Simon Alaric Calliedo hides behind ink and poetry, a Journalism student who writes about love he's never allowed to claim. They were masters of pretending. On campus, they shine. At home, they lie. Bound by secrets, Sunday calls, and families who dream of a different future for them, Arla and Alaric find comfort in each other's truth. But in a world where expectations are louder than confessions, how long can they keep acting? Behind the smiles, behind the poems, behind the script, what happens when pretending is no longer enough? Book 1 of the Alegarme Series.

Thot of thoughts: A nonviolence manifesto from one Georgia trans girls life long struggle with recovery to transition. 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 This is meant to be an historical document from an critical voice.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.

[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.

Lou's not your average guy; his parents died when he was an infant, and his grandparents died when he was still a child. To escape some kind of hell in his life in Chicago, he made the move of moving to Detroit when he was 14. His life was mostly the same, until a change in his life two years later, he has the choice to choose whether to move on, or get his life in shape.

• epistolary •

This is a story about a boy named Nova and a girl named Koharu told through the journal that they wrote in as they went through Aincrad. (Full events/days chapters are sparse.) (I do not own any characters beside's nova, nor do I own anything from Sword Art online. if you wish to read this over on Ao3, I am posting this there as well)

This book really is the title, a random person's journal, mine to be exact. I cannot remember to write in an actual journal or I do for a few days and then lose motivation. So ima be writing about my days in here , if I actually keep doing this, it might be a pretty long book/journal and might actually become a piece of history. I'm probably just getting my hopes up too high. So this is gonna be my journal now, except people can read it, and comment on it. How lovley. Cya in here. -C

My life journey with God Volume 23

She was 170 kilograms, hiding behind glass, watching the world happen without her. Then a doctor said one word - insulin - and everything changed. Iron in the Fire is a raw, unflinching journal of one woman's transformation in Dubai: the gym, the grief, the glory, and the person she always suspected was inside the one she'd been showing the world. This is not a weight loss story. This is a becoming.

Let's Go.

Part of the Lights, Camera, Fractured companion series: These entries offer an intimate look into the quiet, observant world of Rachel Louise Myers. From the mundane beauty of a rainy afternoon on Woodward Avenue to those steady months before the storm, this is a window into a life lived in the "hidden spaces." It's the lore of growing up, the comfort of old bonds, and the grit and grace of a girl learning to stand on her own two feet-one page at a time. Note: These are supplemental entries; not all will strictly align with the main timeline, and some may be rearranged to reflect a fractured memory.

The life of a girl trying to figure it out and get by lol

I was the friend who never fell apart, Well from the outside looking in. People leaned on me. Venting to me. Crying to me. Depending on me. And I carried it all while pretending I wasn't drowning. Choosing me felt wrong at first. Then it felt necessary. This is a story about reclaiming boundaries, rediscovering joy that isn't performative, and learning that strength doesn't mean suffering in silence. It's about growth, healing, and the courage to say, "I deserve peace too." Because sometimes, the strongest thing the happy friend can do... is finally choose herself.

A journal appeared with one rule: Write on the left. It will write back on the right. She thought it was harmless until the dreams began to follow her into reality.

just for myself. unsent messages.

a collection of thoughts, questions, and quiet confessions-pieces of me scattered across different pages, straight from my journal. &. raw and unedited. &. the author is an unreliable narrator.

From the outside I look like a normal 13-year-old with friends and a normal life. But inside my head it's a lot louder than people think. This story is about school days, random chaos, family moments, and the thoughts I never really say out loud. If you've ever felt like people don't fully understand what's going on in your head, you might relate to this. This is actually not a fake story and just my life so yeah