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.

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 This is meant to be an historical document from an critical voice.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.

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!!

For the readers who love variety, emotion, and stories that speak in different voices. This multi-genre collection is filled with raw feelings, unexpected turns, quiet moments, and loud ones too. Every chapter opens the door to something new-a different tone, a different conflict, a different heartbeat. From romance to mystery, from drama to the supernatural, each story offers its own unique spark. Perfect for late-night readers who crave depth, surprise, and a fresh experience every time they turn the page.

[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.

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)

SEQUEL TO THROUGH THE DARK :) Elizabeth Parker has suffered a great deal of pain and loss. Now, with the help of her friends she is trying to keep her life in order and trying to understand the world which she was hidden away from as a child. Will she lose herself in trying to find more information or will something be the cause of her rebellious and insanity ways. Copyright @NatalyCanez 2014 Cover: namelesswriterx

Disillusionment (noun) : The feeling of realizing something isn't as good as you thought. A lot of people say friendship falling apart hurts more than a breakup and perhaps they're right. It feels strange, doesn't it? To be hated and hate someone you once promised to trust with every secret. To drift apart from the very person who once felt like home. Enara always thought growing up meant worrying about school, her body, and the future. But no one warned her that friendships could crumble, leaving behind silence where laughter once lived.

Just some of my thoughts of school and my future plans along with some big event in my life. TW: SH and other related stuff in part 2 specifically

Let's Go.

A personal reflection on creativity, growth, quiet pressure, soft dreams, and the life I'm slowly building for myself.

Imagine that the next James Bond is a transgender woman who loves Muay Thai and Bacardi Limón with a sprig of mint, styled like a heroine from a Quentin Tarantino story and exotic countries.

Hi! This is my journal. I only recently realized I was a therian. also, if anyone wants to be friends, make chapter requests, or is willing to give advice, please reach out!

She gave him a pen in third grade. He never gave it back. Years later, he's still writing with it, every now and the, filling a journal dedicated entirely to her. Every page is a memory, a confession, a promise. To him, their story started the moment she handed him that pen. To her, it never started at all.

Four years past, a dream crept unbidden into the very weave of my thoughts-and there, in that nebulous space between sleep and wakefulness, this novel took root. I was not merely a witness to what unfolded. The world came alive through a girl's gaze, every color sharper, every breath more urgent as her story unfurled in fractured pieces. Scenes flickered and shifted, half-glimpsed truths dancing just beyond reach before the vision began to unravel like worn cloth. The final frame burned itself into my memory: her form drifting slowly into shadow, the dream dissolving into a silence so profound it echoed in my bones. It left behind a sensation that clung to me still-uncanny, creeping, yet threaded through with a haunting grace. And so I took that incomplete narrative, those scattered threads of her life, and spun them into language, crafting the ending her journey demanded.

just my wl journal. content: what i eat in a day, tracking my weight, workout tracking, etc.

"I had to hurt you so my heart can make a room for healing"

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

Middle school is loud. This journal isn't. Eddy L. Stark is 12, painfully observant, and just trying to survive the daily chaos of lockers, rumors, detention, and people who talk way too much. He's not a hero. He's not popular. He's just writing things down as they happen - the awkward moments, the quiet wins, and the days that feel heavier than they should. As rumors spread and pressure builds, Eddy learns that growing up doesn't mean becoming fearless. Sometimes it just means not shrinking anymore. Funny, awkward, and quietly emotional, Guy's Journal is a middle-school story about identity, vulnerability, and the people you never planned on calling friends - until one day, you do.