Journal Stories

Dear Husband, I wish you all the best. I am letting you go. No more secret glances. No more secret calls. No more secret box. No more longing looks and quiet sighs. I don't want to hear you mumble her name in our bed at three in the morning with your bourbon breath anyway. Go ahead. Love the love of your life freely. Fly to her. Set me free. Just your wife for now, Soon to be your ex-wife, Never been your love, Matilda Whitmore.

~• Book 2 of The Toxic Ashes Series •~ "Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart. Can't tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start." [Jonathan Crane] [Started: 05/15/2024] Cover made by @Purplemist14

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

Just a little journal where I write down therian stuff!

"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.--

Thoughts turned into short essays

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ I dunno. You could call it a journal or a diary but idk. It's just random stuff that happens in my silly little life •••

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.

James and Daniel have been inseparable since 2004. One of the ways they kept their bond strong was through journaling-writing down memories, fears, promises, and all the tiny pieces of life that meant something to them. This collection is a glimpse into those pages. Told through personal journal entries, the story captures their shared milestones, inside jokes, late-night thoughts, and the moments that shaped their friendship as they grew from kids into artists. Even after entering Starship Entertainment, they continue writing-now in separate notebooks, but still with the same intention: to remember their best days and survive their hardest ones together. Raw, intimate, and heartfelt, this series shows what it truly means to grow up with someone who becomes your home. Date started: 1️⃣4️⃣ 0️⃣2️⃣ 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣2️⃣ (ongoing) Author's note: 1. This is a spin-off to the Unforgettable Moments Series. 2. This is a journal made by best friends James and Kim Daniel (as they are partners in crime for about 20 years). 3. Have fun reading the book!

My life journey with God Volume 23

This was supposed to be a normal Indian queer college story. And for like....four chapters, it actually is. Then Tanya George meets an emotionally constipated guy who intellectualises pain and gets her heart broken and later 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.

The most beautiful art is the one we never share. These are the thoughts I chose to let out.

Bitter, sweet and a little bit more. [Published: 2019] [EDITED as of 2026] [I DO NOT use AI under any circumstances! My work is 100% written by me and ME ONLY. And my designs are created 100% by me and ME ONLY.]

So this is part 2 of the journal I did from December to February, then like stopped, so it was kind of me venting so I'll do it again. The things I say are mainly true, but yes I'm trying to be funny for entertainment.

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.

My thoughts, and some song lyrics I relate to.

"No way! There's no way I'm going to let you die!" I choked, gripping the major's uniform with my teeth. "Stop! Stop already! Live. Violet. Live, and be free. From the bottom of my heart I love you." Major Gilbert mummered, as gore pooled beneath us; it dripped steadily down the stairwell. I was in utter shambles. I couldn't let him die. ☆ Violet Evergarden has recently become concluded from the war, its left her slightly scarred and a bit out of place. What happens when she gets the opportunity to work as an Auto Memories Doll, and finally understand what the words 'I love you' mean? This happens as she's whisked away from everything she knew. The major who taught her how to write is lost, somewhere out there in the world. It becomes her new mission. To find him. To make sure he's not gone from the world, and finally understand what the words 'I love you' mean. (This story is what most would call a 'journal of the story' it's a retelling; featuring how I believe Violet must have felt and thought during the events of the series! I may put the nail in the coffin for this story, or miss it! Feel free to put critiques in the comments) TW: Gore, slight violence, and imagery I'm not sure how I just made a 1345 word synopsis for a story! Word Count for the novel:

A Public Journal

The first time me putting something together... these are just some of the mental poems in my mind. May all the lovers enjoy

my name is basha. i am a pembroke welsh corgi and i live with the author. this is my honest account of that experience. i have opinions about bread, the aircon temperature, delivery packages, and a fictional korean man named eun woo who has never once given me anything but somehow lives here anyway. i also have opinions about writing, late nights, deleted chapters, and what it means to love someone who is always somewhere else in their head. these are my notes. updated whenever something important happens, which is often, because i am very alert. - basha