Journal Stories

This journal is a collection of reflections-each offering a glimpse into the writer's diverse perspectives and inner world. Within its pages lie poems, stories, and passing thoughts, each expressing a moment of emotion or contemplation. Like a dandelion carried by the wind, her thoughts drift beyond reach, ascending into the open sky-hoping that somewhere, someone will read them, and understand.

This journal is a collection of reflections, each capturing a distinct perspective of the writer's inner world. This section, in particular, turns its gaze toward her dreams-those fleeting visions that dwell between reality and reverie. Here, dreams are embodied by the poppy flower: a symbol of beauty and transience, blooming gently within the quiet garden of the mind.

"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.--

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.

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.

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 #𝟑🌅🌸 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻. Two souls who finally found their match. A friendship that feels like an 𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗮-beautiful, rare, and a sign that something beautiful has just begun. Sabi nila, ang pinakamagandang umaga ay dumarating pagkatapos ng pinakamahabang gabi. At ito... ito ang kwento natin. Isinulat sa tinta, tinatakan ng mga bituin, at ipinadala sa paglipas ng panahon. A reminder that in this vast world, finding someone who understands your silence, matches your energy, and accepts every part of you is the greatest blessing of all. 💗🪾ＣＯＭＰＬＥＴＥＤ🪾💗 🪻𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗 : August 31, 2025 🔆𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗 : April 05, 2025

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.

huh, read some beautiful writing earlier and felt inspired. YOU HAVE TO READ THE A/N IT HAS ALL THE TWS cover art belongs to @utsEFk1 on pinterest *after the loss of a best friend, recent graduate nessie is struggling with her trauma. her headspace takes a turn for the worse, and comes to the conclusion that the only way to be happy is to leave her world, ultimately shutting her lover, agathe, out. nessie convinces herself that she's making her departure easier for agathe, but in reality she's making it worse for herself... *

Welcome to my mermaid shifting journal/diary!! 🐚🧜‍♀️

My journey in reading an writing! How I fell in love with expressing emotions through books and and the dangerous beauty of feeling too much and the fragile pieces of myself I found hidden in every story. Oh, and some tips as well!✨🌸

a book of crappy amateur poetry and journaling for the purpose of exposure therapy because i am a fearful hermit

A boy grows up in a quiet, remote countryside, never having seen anything beyond it. Through his personal entries, he reflects on nature, family, and the weight of his own thoughts. He quietly dreams of leaving the only life he has ever known, building something more than what he was given, and eventually returning to help those who gave him everything. Honest feedback is welcome.

These essays are my way of asking - and maybe answering - the question I keep circling: tell me who I am. Moments from my life, thoughts I've pinned like notes to remember, and quiet reflections on what makes us who we are. I write to understand myself - and maybe, in these small stories, you'll see parts of yourself too. If you do, I'd love for you to come along on the journey

A women haunted by a past as dark as the the ink of ancient pages

Hi I'm Julz. I'm an artist. I call my fans lovely or lovelies. I live in Minnesota with family. I'm 26 years old. I'm a Libra and an ENFP. I'm disabled and queer. I go to a day program called Rise on Fridays. I have 2 helps also. I am the oldest. I have 2 sisters and one brother. Look through my eyes.

Thot of thoughts: A nonviolence manifesto from one Georgia trans girls life long struggle with recovery to transition. it is apart of the book hoponoia omnibus: red words to blue hearts. book still in creation. 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. It is meant to be a historical record and personal self help for me myself. plus have lots of advice and ideas like kings fall theory. brag day. biomic democracy.

this is a journal entry that will be updated as needed. jacob is not a real person. the idea behind dear jacob is to write about the good and the bad without calling out the reason for the entry. Jacob might represent a person, place, thing, event, or feeling, etc. i hope dear jacob holds entries that you can relate too. i hope that what I write brings your thoughts to pages. i hope that whomever or whatever your dear jacob is, that this helps you cope.

Hello! if you don't know who we are, that's okay. We are the Kawaii Potato system, living with 300+ known alters and there are more (as we've been told by the "Head Gatekeepers"), the body is Hispanic-Asian, adult, transmasc, queer, disabled and neurodivergent. We've been taking HRT/Testosterone since April of 2022 and got Top Surgery in April of 2024. This is going to be our online/virtual journal. We'll do our best to keep up with it, so please be patient and kind.

WELCOME to my Artbook! As the title said, this book will contain a collection of my drawings (Both digital and traditional) from when I was a kid up-to this present day. I'll use this book as some sort of album/journal to store all my artworks, drawing process and my thoughts about art. If you're interested to see some of my drawings, feel free to check this book. You could also share or asking for advice about art in here (but remember to be polite and mindful about others!) I'll do my best to help other artists as well. Practice and learning art alone can be a little bit tiring--if not demotivating, so I'm always excited at the opportunity to meet new friends and we could all learn together. P.S--If you notice any grammatical errors in this book, feel free to let me know. But please be kind y'all. English is my second languange and I'm still learning. More P.S--Also, this book is just me goofing around with art-related topic. So don't expect this book to have a serious writing, lol. Think of it as a regular conversation, where I only have one single brain cell and I'm happily sharing it with all of you♥ And yes, I will be yapping, a lot. I'm eating chocolate, IllunatiXalien

Updates and entries from Indigo! May include stuff like: Poetry Book Updates Rants & Vents New Accounts Artworks And Diary Entries. If I upload a vent, I may add a trigger warning, and no, you do not need to read any of them. Writing is just my hobby here.