Anime Journaling Novels & Stories

She has, by every material measure available to her, been perfectly safe since the moment she was born. She wakes screaming every third night anyway. After a long moment, she reaches for the journal. The false panel is in the third drawer of the writing desk, requiring pressure at a specific angle she found by accident at age eleven. The journal itself is bound in dark violet leather, sealed with a mana-lock keyed only to her, its pages filled from front to back in her own precise handwriting — small, controlled, without the slope that most people develop when writing quickly or emotionally. She does not allow herself to write emotionally.

Let up from screwing with me. And as I did anytime I was feeling agitated, or just drained, I wrote in Ayla: my diary. My hand sought her, and when I held her in my grip I unbuttoned the latch securing her pages. Pages of my sweat, tears, joy; and pretty much my whole life. I passed my fingers over the beautifully old pages, my hand flipping through phases of my life. My fingers halted on a page. It was peppered with numerous love emoticons, XOs and exclamation marks.

Carissa’s face was red and her eyes blurry as a result of the tears that had welled up in them. She kept writing, pouring out her heart and narrating her desires. For a while, her journal became her place of rest and peace. She had no one to talk to about her pains and wants because none of them would understand from her perspective. However, her journal was one thing that wouldn’t judge her or debunk her thoughts and opinions. As such, she derived great joy in writing whenever she felt so overwhelmed and deserted.

I looked outside through his window and realize he was still outside, i quickly pick his DIARY and open it, i ignore so many chapters and then i glanced through the date we both met "Diary, i know it has been long since i have written to you but i met this crazy girl and believe me i have never come across a girl more crazier than her " Gosh!!! this guy is really annoying How dare he call me a crazy girl?? I skipped some part but then i stopped I shouldn't be reading his diary, it is quite bad Author's POV CJ was feeling uncomfortable with Kayla following him, he wish it was Anna who was actually following him

Annie has shut her out and they wanted her to have a taste of her own medicine. Plus Annie had a way of noticing things. And Malison couldn’t risk being seen right now. She sat cross-legged on the empty classroom floor, laptop balanced on her knees, the cursor blinking on a fresh document she had titled: "Fragments of Something I'm Not." It was supposed to be fiction. A story. Something vague and poetic about a girl who kissed another girl and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Malison told herself it was just a creative outlet. A thought experiment.

"I think she ripped some of the pages in one of them because we got into a fight a few years ago. I had to tape them back together." I smiled, closing the journal I was holding and handing it back to him. He carefully put it back into its place before turning back to me. "Here's the drawing of the lightning struck tree. It's a bit messy." I took the journal from him, my eyes tracing over the black pen drawing. The large trunk of the tree was sketched, branches reaching toward the sky, leaves adorning each limb. The greater part of the trunk, though, was slashed with black charring, seeming to have been colored over multiple times so that it was a rich obsidian black. Underneath the bottom of

After Lilac fell asleep again—her hand still resting over mine, her breathing finally soft and even—I got up. I didn’t turn on the overhead light—just my laptop and the small lamp by the desk. My journal app open on the screen. I was never big on handwritten journals, mostly because, as Darius likes to say, I have the handwriting of a serial killer. So, instead, I designed this secure journal app to keep all my private thoughts written out, not always in a manner that makes sense to others, but I always understand. The cursor blinked on a blank document, quiet and expectant. It was time. Not to fight, not this second. But to say something.

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Oh, great! He remained silent, simply sitting there. I glared at him, struggling to maintain my angry expression because he was as attractive as Yaris. He glanced at me and smirked, aware of my irritation and finding amusement in it. “Relax. I'm not even close to being as annoying as Yaris.” “Yet, somehow I find that untrue.” Back to the journal I go. “What are you writing?” I let out a deep breath. “It’s for my job. I have a few projects coming up. I'm just jotting down some notes.”

my eyes wide, “and would like to give you an offer to work on an upcoming Anime, ‘The ‘Ed series’, we’d love to work with a talented artist like you and are awaiting your response eagerly. Team Animaniac.” “You like it?” Mr. Kim attempted to speak, breaking me out of my extraordinary world, “Dawn-ssi?” His hand on my shoulder as he gave me an abrupt jerk. “Oh my god,” feeling trouble in breathing so I whispered, “oh my god,” the letter in my hand as I stood up, still unconscious of my surroundings. “Oh. My. God.” And at last, a scream rippled from my throat. How did I end up in the Weekly Charts of NY and for two months consecutively? I was too lost to think about it, and started jumping, my