Personalwriting Stories

My digital diary, real life experiences and deliberations. As a means to preserve my dignity, I choose to remain anonymous, but will love to converse with you. If you'd like to read the contents of the mind of a young Christian woman, feel free to peruse, but please don't judge.

The story involves a boy who's too much twisted for his own good. And it's because of this twistedness that he ends up losing all he has. But still he's alive searching for the meaning why he should be.... When all he ever wanted is death.

This isn't a book. It's a collection of whispers, scars, and quiet confessions I never dared speak aloud. Words I bled onto paper when the world was too heavy, when silence was the only company. Read them if you want, but be warned-they carry the weight of a heart that refuses to heal

Adri Maar is a love letter written through memories. From jazz clubs and kayaking trips to Viking festivals, Christmas dinners, and quiet conversations in the car, this piece traces the countless moments that make a life together. But in the end, it isn't really about the adventures. It's about something simpler-and rarer: peace, understanding, and the quiet certainty of love.

a series of thoughts that I will post when I randomly decide to write down what's going through my mind. [ lower case for stylistic purposes only. ] Written by: OneGirlNamedSara Best Rank: #89 Non Fiction (07072016) All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2016

A question that I asked myself a while ago, and when I finally I lived it, I realized that things were much simple, yet so full of life and meaning.

There was a time when I was writing... without knowing I was leaving. This collection brings together blog entries written years ago - raw, expressive, and honest in ways I did not fully understand at the time. These are moments of observation, culture, curiosity, and quiet questioning. I have not rewritten them. I have simply returned to them. Because sometimes, you don't realise you were documenting change... until life has already moved you forward. This is Part I. The version of me that was still learning.

Exposed is a deeply vulnerable poem about learning to be seen without hiding. It explores emotional growth, quiet intimacy, and the kind of love that no longer comes from desperation or performance. Through soft moments, honest reflection, and raw self-awareness, the poem captures what it feels like to stand emotionally unguarded - not because of weakness, but because of strength. It is about choosing openness, embracing imperfection, and realizing that vulnerability can exist without shame.

Reflections is a collection of short pieces - a space for random thoughts, feelings, and little moments that stick with you. Some are quiet, some messy, but all honest. Take a moment, read, and maybe find a bit of yourself in these words. A place to pause, think, and just feel.

These are Criminal mind short stories of each of the seasons love stories between agents and their on screen love interests. The characters are not my own but the stories and writing style is completely my own.

A small, short, more personal story that I decided to put here as I'm going through a lot, I feel I have no outlet, so...why not speak to the world a bit? Also..last time I was even active on here was about a year or two ago, figure I'd be alive. I don't expect this to get much interaction, in fact..I really hope it doesn't, its not meant to be like that anyway. The me now, hates posting this.

remove yourself from this book it's awful xox

WRITTEN BY SOFIA VITORATOS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 🏆 #3rd Place in Poetry in Sparkle Awards (Second Edition) 🏆 #2nd Place in Poetry in Summer Magic Monthly Poetry Awards 🏆 #3rd Place in Poetry in The Sapphire Awards 🏆 #2nd Place in Poetry in The Genre Awards 🏆 #3rd Place in Poetry in The Sitting Awards From the beginning of the great events, the colors of the senses and thoughts, influenced in every way the current and perhaps future, revealing element of knowledge and pumping through personal writing. "Oh, Sacrifice of desire you hide yourself in the expression of emotion! And you spread your sweetness with candor without exchange!" ~ @sorenavit Pieces. Personal feelings. Personal writing. ***ΝΟΝΕ OF THE PICTURES (ACTORS, VIEWS ETC) IN THE STORY BELONG TO ME*** All rights reserved. Any form of piracy towards the novel is illegal. No part of this book can be reproduced or modified in any form, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system.

Hi, I'm Knat. These are moments from my life. I write them down to remember. there's no plot or theme or stakes here, just honesty. my loves and anguish. I hope you can find yourself too.

Today we did personal writing in english class and one theme was to personify an emotion or a paragraph basically about the emotion and how you interpret it. I chose sadness but my personal expression with depression was what I was conveying when writing this. *ART IS MINE!*

She didn't write to be understood - she wrote to stay alive. Each page of this diary breathes with the quiet ache of a girl who refused to disappear beneath her pain. This isn't a story about heartbreak. It's about surviving yourself - the long nights, the silent mornings, the moments when even breathing felt too loud. Dear the Girl Who Survived Everything is a diary that refused to heal alone. It's inked in honesty, trembling hands, and a heartbeat that kept going even when everything else stopped. Read it slowly. Feel it deeply. And maybe, somewhere between her words and yours, you'll remember - you made it too.

I dont know what this will be about, I dont know you, you dont know me and excuse the spelling.

I have been writing a bit recently so I'm going to just put it here. A lot of it is on Ao3 and such but more places the marier. There is some poetry and vignettes, I also may dabble in creative writing, Ive been wanting to for a long time and I might not be the best at it so take it with a grain of salt! I hope you enjoy them, thank you so much!:)

i felt like i was losing you