Journal Stories

thoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//

Somewhere between answering journal prompts and praying, Abhishek Sharma and Nitish Kumar Reddy fall in love.

Hi! I write Boys of Tommen Fan Fiction, and thought it would be fun to have a sort of journal where I could include snippets of upcoming projects, (I'd post the ones I've already uploaded in Conversations), my plans for future stories, as well as visuals, fun facts, and even just things that remind me of the characters and their stories. It can also be a place to discuss the stories, and answer questions :))

What's inspiring me What I'm listening to What I'm sipping Who I'm following My mood My writing sprints... maybe, we'll see, haha! 🤭 My word counts (ditto above 🤣) My vibe 🫶 Want a buddy to novel with this November? Come commiserate with me in the comments as I try to hit 50k in 30 days!

The end of Louis William Rhodes' legacy, or is it? Benedict is a very tranquil boy, you could say. He had lost his only friend shortly after his brother had passed away, and without much to turn towards, he decided to live his life in a way where total isolation would become his only comfort. However, while some things are noted to be eternally in a loss, some things are noted to be eternally on a route different from their past. This is the story of not just a boy who went through pain and hardship, but rather, a story of a boy who chose to change his path once and for all.

A random writing collection with no plot and no motive.

(NON-FICTION) My journey to grow wings as an avian mythical!

"Some souls don't meet for the first time-they remember each other through different lifetimes, until they finally get it right." He carries a grief he can't name, as if something once essential to him was taken before he learned its shape. In his dreams, a faceless presence lingers-familiar in a way that unsettles more than it comforts. Time moves on, life rearranges itself, and yet something keeps pulling him toward a future he doesn't understand. Then one day, paths cross in a place meant for new beginnings, where recognition stirs without reason... as if forgetting was never the end of their story.

My life journey with God Volume 23

Dear Life (we need to talk) is a collection of thoughts, memories, people, awkward conversations, late-night overthinking, and the strange loneliness of growing up. Some chapters are messy. Some are sarcastic. Some feel like diary entries written at 2 A.M. And maybe somewhere between these pages, you'll find pieces of yourself too.

This was supposed to be a normal college story. And for like....four chapters, it actually is. Then Tanya George gets kissed on a staircase by the campus golden boy and everything goes psychologically downhill from there. Suddenly everyone's: secretly in love with each other posting cryptic confessions online having breakdowns in bathrooms making traumatic amounts of eye contact and discovering things about themselves that would've been better revealed in a controlled laboratory environment. Featuring: emotionally unavailable men terrifyingly pretty women theatre kid chaos friendship betrayal public gay scandals and enough yearning to medically concern a therapist. LOVE, THEORETICALLY SPEAKING is basically what happens when a bunch of psychology students try to process emotions without actually communicating.

Bennn aléatoire, j'ai juste ça à dire.

{DAILY UPDATES, ACTIVE} start date: may 12th 2026 end date: essentially, i'll just be documenting my weight loss progress and what i'm doing/not doing to try and lose the weight. i used to love reading these stories as a child, now here i am: desperate and trying to find any way to actually lose this weight. warning: i have suffered from binge eating disorder so this won't be some perfect linear weightloss. in fact it's mostly ups and downs. i just wanted to document it and my thoughts as i go through them. if you'd like to join me for this, please do! thank you so much for reading

I will create my own little journal inspired by Journal prompts that i found on Pinterest.

Sometimes spoken words aren't enough. Sometimes letters of silence speak louder than anything else.

Some things are easier to write than say. Unsaid Words is a collection of raw, honest thoughts on fear, feeling stuck, escapism, loving differently than everyone else, and self-discovery in a world that keeps moving when you can't. These are not polished answers, these are the real questions; the ones I kept to myself for too long. Welcome to everything I never said.

This is not a romance story, a horror story, or any genre people usually think of when they hear the word "story." This is my life story. And no, I'm not successful. These pages are filled with my daily thoughts, realizations, untold stories, regrets, and the endless scenarios created by my own overthinking mind. Some moments were my fault, some were lessons, and some are still things I'm trying to understand. You can think of this as a public diary - a collection of thoughts I was never sure I should share, yet somehow ended up writing anyway. I don't know where my thoughts will lead me. I simply let them run wild.

𝄞 || updating with all my music obsessions.

While running from the law in Cyrodiil, a petty crook crashes head-on into an unexpected destiny. This could be her chance at a new life, so long as her secretive nature, thirst for gold, and bleeding heart don't get her killed, first. ----- This is an in-character journal of my Skyrim playthrough. Each chapter is roughly 5k words, or around half an hour if you're using TTS software. Updates Monday and Friday, 6:30 PM EST. Since it's a playthrough, it's obviously full of spoilers, so don't read it if you want to avoid those. My Oldrim game is also heavily modded (whose isn't?) with a lot of realism/immersion mods so some things might be different if you're playing SE or just... Don't use the same mods. Enjoy!

A collection of journals written in the quietest hours, during the loudest cries no one ever hears. Bleeding ink flows from her heart, engraving pain with every stroke on the page. Page after page is marked with stained tears, a signature of unbearable sorrow. Every fragment of memory is preserved, never forgotten.