Journalentries Stories

I never planned to share these. They were just some journal entries I wrote when my heart felt too full-of love, of memories, of people I once thought would stay. Some of them are about someone from my past. Some of them are about the kind of love I'm still hoping to find. If you're reading this, I guess these words aren't just mine anymore. Maybe you'll find something here that feels familiar. Here's to bringing us closer.

Writing to let it all out because writing lifts the weight off a little. Everything you read here is honest and true. If you feel the same way, don't hesitate to comment or hit me up. Hoping to create an open space to support and talk about this stuff too. You are not alone. ♥

This is not a love story. This is not a fairytale. This is a quiet space filled with the words I kept to myself- the late-night thoughts, the silent heartbreaks, the questions I never asked, and the feelings I was too afraid to say out loud. Thoughts I Never Said is a collection of raw, honest pieces- from overthinking moments and quiet realizations to fragments of joy, sadness, hope, and healing. These aren't perfect words. They're just real. If you've ever felt too much and said too little, maybe you'll find a part of yourself here too.

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Anorra Jane Brampton was twenty-five years of age. She was a small woman with a delicate frame, standing at five feet and four inches. She had catlike features and sharp jade eyes like her mother, a danish woman, and skin the color of cream. She kept her tousled, chamomile colored hair in braid down her back, but stray wisps hung by her elven cheekbones. Her warm smile matched the rosy color of her cheeks, and her hands were always outstretched to those in need. She grew up in the hustle and bustle of early New York City, where her parents settled in a quaint cottage before she was born. "Good Catholics" her mother called them, for they lived by the bible, but Anorra had a hidden interest in science ever since her father, a teacher, came home with a stack of textbooks on evolution when she was a child. She married Nathaniel Brampton when she was twenty-one, and gave birth to twins James and Judith soon after. Nathaniel, a real estate agent in the city, would work all day, leaving Anorra with the kids all day. In early June, 1849, Nathaniel lost his job. Stories of gold out West caught his attention, and they decided to venture to Sacramento, California by steam ship. Anorra was not too fond of the idea, but kept quiet about her disapproval. Moving out West changed her life in more ways than one, for the good and the bad.

I don't really know who I am, why I'm here, or what I'm meant to do. And I don't mean that I've got amnesia or that I'm lost, what I mean is that everything has gone downhill for me. I've lost all my friends, my family hates me, I can never do anything right, and even I hate myself. Ashton Irwin is gay and alone, thinking that no one can save him. But enter Luke and anything is possible. Warnings include BOYXBOY, SELF-HARM, SUICIDE, POSSIBLE SMUT, DOMESTIC NEGLECT/POSSIBLE ABUSE AND STRONG RELIGIOUS BELIEFS!!!!! You have been warned, and if I get and mean comments because of any of the above warnings, I will delete your comment and possibly block you!

Bound by blood. Broken by betrayal. One twin whispers from the grave, and the other listens... with revenge in her veins.....

Warning: Contains content that may be disturbing to some, could be triggering to those with paranoia. Viewers discretion is advised. "To fear the dark is to fear what cannot be seen, in the shadows there is merely the unknown. It is our minds that make the monsters." -Johnathan Watts This fic follows the perspective of Kiyotaka Ishimaru through his journal entries as he and many others have been drafted into a "social experiment." Well, it is a SOCIAL experiment, not any other kind, right? ...Right? Loosely inspired by the MLP Grimdark "Something's Always Watching" Heavy revisions have been made for lore purposes.

❝all i can think of is what i did, and what happened, and how it's all my fault.❞ ⋙ in which a girl with a mental disorder learns to trust herself again, with the help of the boy across the street.

The Queen of Nightmares died thousands of years ago. She ruled the realm of fears day and night, until her unfortunate death. Legends say some day she shall return in our world, until she falls again. Sixteen-Year-Old Elenora May wakes up screaming five or six times every night, and has blackouts where she falls to the ground, her eyes lose color, and she gives no response to the world around her yet she never remembers the nightmares or the thoughts that go through her head during the blackouts. Soon enough her mother sends her to a boarding school in New York. Bullied at her old school and now bullied at this boarding school leaves her beaten up and weak; fearing for her safety, but when she starts appearing in the nightmares of others everything starts to change. Fourteen-Year-Old Yasmin Smith has heard the stories of The Queen of Nightmares and knows the powers she holds. She spends her time looking for the Queen and soon finds her. When she does it is not what she expected at all. She soon realizes that to control the reincarnated Nightmare Queen will be easy. Ava Young at Seventeen is the biggest bully at the boarding school. Seeing others in pain is her greatest joy, yet she has a secret. She wishes only to figure out why she can always hear screaming in her head; screaming that is only quiet when she is causing others pain. Three girls One to fate One to hate One to late

"I'm okay, I promise." I wish that were true...

A spin on the classic "monster" stories. This story is taken place in the eyes of Hunter Goodman, a secret scientist that no one really knows about. After contacting and hunting after test subjects, he finally gets three people to agree on being a test subject for his new experiment. The new experiment is to make people ten times stronger and literally have eyes like a hawk. All of this is told by the perspective of Hunter Goodman's journal until his last entry. Journal #8.

Formerly known as "Sweatpants", "The Journal of Rosie Scott" lets you read her day-to-day struggle of living in the shadows of her dead family members with only a pair of sweatpants to remind her of her best friend. Rosie explains her difficulty with starting high school and living in a very big hole of herself and depression. Read Rosie's short, yet captivating journal entries and join her on her journey of despair, loss, and abandonment with a hint of humor attached all in "The Journal of Rosie Scott"

I write about events and miscellaneous stuff + poetry This is like a diary

for the timetravelers

Just some random stuff people, nothing special.

what's in my head and how do I feel? a collection of random poems and journal entries by gravynrice. it's just that I wanted people to hear me ig? :> - gravy archives

***DISCONTINUED*** Okay, I'm not going to give anything away about this story. Honestly, this came from a game I used to play with someone who used to be my friend. It was a lot of fun, so I thought it'd be a good idea to make it into a story. Hopefully, it'll be a success. Welp, onto the next adventure.

"i see them, sitting under the cherry blossom tree. they read shakespeare as they sip on their raspberry tea. whoever they are, they intrigue me." - r.b. [journal entries] wlnb