Anime Journaling Novels & Stories

There are drawings on each page after the writing ends. There are flowers with their names written above each one, more of the woman I suspected to be Sanju. Her sitting on a windowsill, reading a book. Her blowing the fuzz off a dandelion. Her face, her hands, her lips, over and over and over again. Whoever this journal belonged to, clearly felt deeply for his goddess. I saw no name, no signature anywhere. "I wonder who this journal belonged to..." I wonder out loud, turning it around in my hands.

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! It's a good thing Senior didn't write her diary in Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku because she has the same title and name of a famous romance anime! I could help but silently face palm my forehead. Senior, what were you thinking... I could help but be lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

She was feeling amazing and excited because for the very first time, Thyago finally notices and known her existence. When she got home after class, she went straight through her bedroom. Feeling happy and inspired, she decided to make a diary of her own. Not necessarily a typical diary where she'll write about her daily living, it was more like a journal where she will write down all the kept emotions and feelings she has for Thyago. She planned to chronicle all her interactions and emotions she had for Thyago. Something inside her wanted to write and savor this feeling of happiness she has for him because if not, her heart will explode in too much excitement and joy. And there into her bedr

Hikari then just chatting with them to know about something that he wants. When Neu and Nimura were trying to read the short manga that they made, they meet with the host and get into a talk with him. The host says to them "Sorry if I interrupted you. But I don't think that you should read the story that you made back." They tell the host that they just got something that they want to check. The host tells them that they haven't done anything weird with it. So there was nothing to be worried about. They say that they just got something else that they want to see. But when the host just looked at how did they talk. There just something that just popped in his head. So he asks them about it ju

Cara was still deeply immersed in her thoughts as she sat at her desk, scribbling in her diary. Her pen glided across the pages with a sense of urgency, trying to record every detail of the dream that had been haunting her since her therapy session. Her therapist, Jean, had told her that documenting her dreams was crucial to unlocking their hidden meanings, pushing her to be as thorough as possible. It wasn’t just a casual assignment; it was part of her journey to better understand herself, to untangle the threads of her subconscious mind. The idea of writing fiction about her own life felt strange, almost surreal, but Jean had explained that it was a way to externalize her feelings and memo

I sat across the sweet lady who was going to be my editor and we both spoke about the ideas for the sequel of the book they were going to publish on their platform. With a very fancy name, Evangeline with long blue anime hairs, she smiled with her vampire teeth. She was a fantasy come true for any otaku who is interested in loli types with her short height. “You know, you can write a little fantastical proposal for the end and few bonus chapter for after that?” “I’ll think about it later, for now, a draft is ready, and I’ll start working on it.” “Bye-bye, Amy.” Evangeline got up and waved with her head tilted and made a cute heart at me. She is definitely into Anime. I would not believe anyt

Aditi was seating on her bed as her hand-carried a pen that was scribbling on her personal diary as her tears fell apart. 09.05.20xx, I tried...I tried everything I could, No matter how many messages I left you, you won't even care to message me back...you cold-hearted jerk. No...Sorry, you are not cold-hearted I take my words back. But why did you go back? Will you come back again? Will you ever know there is a girl called Anvi who secretly liked you, like you, and will also do...? Will you ever know...that from the moment I saw you...I fell head over heels for you. Anan...this so-called diary which I'm writing to you...will it ever reach you...?", The entry ended...her tear fell off from h

I shook my head in disbelief. "Take it." Anu gave me the pen and I smiled at her, holding the pen. She knows me very well. I kept the bag on the side and opened the diary after keeping it on the desk. I wrote the topic name in bold letters and then glanced at him. He is now sitting on the chair comfortably, busy on his phone. "Haye.. so handsome and attractive," I mumbled to myself, resting my chin over my hand and my elbow is kept on the table. I'm gazing at him like a stupid girl. He's a perfect creation of God!

I sighed. “Damn,” she said, audibly impressed. “Look at you, putting in the work. What brought this on?” I stirred the rice in, letting the flavors marry while I answered. “I needed to do something real with my hands. All the digital digging, the screenshots, the writeups, I needed a break from looking at Jane’s delusional spiral.” There was a pause on her end. “Wait. Screenshots? Writeups?” “I might have opened Jane’s I*******m account and started taking screenshots of her obsessive behavior. And then I may have documented Jane’s behavior, social posts, and patterns. I even started a clinical profile. Just for myself. Helps me process it without getting emotional.” I explained.

The words flowed more easily than expected, filling page after page until my hand cramped and my eyes burned with fatigue. When I finally set the pen down, the sky outside my window was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn. It wasn't until I was about to close the journal that I noticed what Sam had written on the inside cover, her neat handwriting a stark contrast to my chaotic scrawl; {Some people write because they have something to say. Others write to find out what they have to say. I can't wait to discover which one you are. Happy birthday Shade!! - your Sunny }