Anime Journaling Novels & Stories

Preview “What were you doing this morning?” My eyes widened, my heart pounding in my ears. I glanced at the diary and it struck me. Those ruffled pages. Shit, shit, shit. After journaling every day for a week, I wrote my fantasies regarding Aiden on different torn pages. I always tucked them back in the diary, reminding myself to pull them out before I brought it to the session. But I was in such a hurry that I had completely forgotten about them.

LESLIE’S JOURNAL ENTRIES 001 ******* Dear Diary, Scratch that. Dear Journal? Well, you’re sort of pink, handmade and gotten from the roadside stall of a little girl working on some class project so maybe you're really a diary. However, I am going to pretend this is a journal and this is the beginning of me journaling my new life in a new city. I read somewhere online that it’s a therapeutic practice. For me, it’s an escape. The only way I can express myself in a world where I feel more alone than I have ever been.

Visualize that you already know the answer’. Closing my eyes, the memories of today replayed in my mind. When the episode in the forest came up, I recalled Diane’s memories. Seeing the mental image of the Soul Reaper, he turned to look at me with those burning orange eyes, as if it would see me watching. I mindlessly lifted my hands, feeling them tingle, putting one on the blank page of my grandmother’s journal and one on the remnants of the missing page. The warmth feeling running through my arms and body returned, and I could hear in the background gasps of shock.

“Oh my God, what did you find? Love letters? A secret stash of poetry he wrote about you? Oh! What if you stumbled upon a creepy doll in his closet?” I scoffed. “Why would James have a creepy doll?” Anna shrugged. “You can’t predict what men will do. They’re all quirky.” I rolled my eyes. “No creepy dolls anywhere. But…” I hesitated again, biting my lip. “I did come across an old notebook. It had… sketches.” Anna raised an eyebrow. “Sketches?” I nodded, looking down at my empty glass. “Of buildings. But also… of me.” Anna nearly choked on her wine. “Wait, WHAT?”

★▪︎EMMELINE▪︎★ So,I started keeping a journal. It feels… weird. Like, who am I even writing this for? But Anastasia, the healer, she said it could be important. For 'future generations', she said, all serious-like. Like more people like me, like this baby growing inside me, are just gonna pop up. The thought is both terrifying and… strange. A little lonely, maybe? But yeah, I’m doing it. Writing down how my body feels different each day, the weird aches, the cravings that make absolutely no sense, the way my belly is starting to show even though it feels like just yesterday I found out.

It was a statement that carried weight, a promise of the stories yet to be told. Ansel began a zine titled: Things I Didn’t Say Because You Already Heard Them. It contained: sketches of objects that had spoken to him, their lines capturing the essence of their silent stories; drawings of shelves he’d never touched, their surfaces filled with the echoes of countless hands; echoes looped into shapes, a visual representation of the connections that existed within the studio. He left copies in three places: the shelf, where the ribbon had found its home; a café nearby, where the stories of the outside world could mingle with those within; and one on Yam’s ledger, a testament to the shared experi

Taking the empty plates out of the room but leaving the chocolate on the table. I ignore the chocolate and dip my head in the rock bed. I take out my journal and start writing. I like making cartoons of people when I am sad. But I create it only for the people I like. My list is very short though. Of course, my sister comes first and then comes our bus uncle. He had always been kind to me. Then comes Riya and then a few of the people in my neighborhood. I like writing for them too, I write four lines with every cartoon. Like a poem, they are not worth reading but I like doing it. It's like an unopened letter to them in which I have opened my heart. They will never know about it, perhaps Nikk

I wasn’t a fan of theft, but my hand’s literally itched to take possession of that one shirt that will no doubt give me unexplainable satisfaction. HOLD IT!.. We all find our guilty pleasure in a variety of different things, and mine undoubtedly is everything linked to anime. Thus I reach out to it, not to steal it but to have a better look at it. However, as I lay my hand upon the wall or so I thought, what seems to be a flat rectangle plate emerges from nowhere. It bore a book on top that resembled a diary. Curiosity taking the better of me, I lift my right hand as I reach out for it. Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtai

“That’s okay, I needed to get up, and look, your brought coffee and food, so now we’re best friends. Kitchen is down the hall, make yourself at home. I’ll just go to the bathroom and join you.” When Aislen joined June in the kitchen, the other woman looked up from Aislen’s sketch book guiltily. “I’m sorry… it was open…” “That’s okay, it’s what art is for, after all – to be looked at.” June’s eyes returned to the page. “You… umm… draw people having… ah.” Aislen snorted her laughter. “I draw sexy anime comics, yes. Specifically, boys love.” “Wow. There’s like, money, in that?” June wondered.

“Sharp-tongued. Maybe a little unhinged. But secretly lonely and is open to an emotionally oppressed boy who looks like he hasn't slept in days.” Kieran gave it a second to think about what he just heard. “So… you’re looking for your clone in a skirt format?” Tanaka pointed at Kieran with his index finger and nodded solemnly. “Exactly.” Annie smirked. “I have one friend who collects switchblades and writes stories about love between a man and a woman who are not destined to be together. Does that count?” Tanaka’s eyes lit up like someone had just handed him a live hand grenade and told him it was a love letter from an emo goth mommy. In all honesty this guy might be a masochist; I do not kno