Booktok Journal Novels & Stories

I clarified. "Wait—what are you trying to say?" I didn't know how to put it in a way that does not offend her, hence I just stayed quiet about it and just described to her what the specific contents of the book may entail. Thankfully, she obliged without a word. After relentless scouring and searching, we eventually stumbled upon one that met my criteria. It was a journal—a journal authored by a former warrior of the Great Rift. "Are you sure this is what you're looking for? Not a textbook?"

I wrote down the explanation she gave. “Soft inside. Crunchy outside.” I wrote. I looked at the pages. I remembered what Cassian told me. He said the book that brought her to this time was the Ledger of Satiety. My heart skipped a beat. That was the perfect name for my journal. I had been looking for a title. I took the quill. I wrote the words in bold letters on the cover. The Ledger of Satiety. Just after I finished writing. A sharp knock interrupted me. I did not like being disturbed in this room.

It was my outlet to stay sane, and I used them to tear the ugliness out of my brain and lock them away to burden the books instead of me. These journals contain every horrid, dark and painful memory I never want to examine again. Almost like cutting open my skull and letting the pictures pour out across the floor for him to see in all their detailed glory. I was always a good descriptive writer; it was my therapy, and now sitting here, it’s the worst thing I ever did. I never intended for anyone to see them, let alone Alexi.

The contents thumped and it was kind of heavy. “Open it, silly boy.” With great vivacity he ripped the paper from the box and peeled away the tape that secured the edge and looked inside. He gasped as he brought the book out of its cardboard confines. “I know that you will never be able to replace the one that got messed up, but I thought maybe you’d like another one,” Sebastian said in a light, perhaps nervous tone. Jaxsen stared at the authentic camel leather binding of the journal in his hands and couldn’t breathe. The covers were textured under his fingertips and he could tell the paper inside was recycled. Just like his old one.

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I smirked, watching as her face fell out of embarrassment. “What’s your plan?” She chirped, either eager for a plan or eager to rid the room of the looming tension between us. Either way, I sprang from the couch and rushed over to the bookshelves. This was where I kept the journal. I figured since no one else knew about it, and hiding it among the other books I loved reading would keep it away from prying eyes. Well, who would think of searching there? I grabbed a larger book that sat on the shelf as a decoy and pulled out my mother’s journal.

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

he began slowly, "I think there might be something more to this story than you realize." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. "What do you mean?" I asked, eager to uncover any hidden depths within my own work. Lex walked over to the bookshelf in the corner of his office and pulled out a worn leather-bound journal. Its pages were yellowed with age, and its cover was adorned with faded gold lettering. He turned to a specific entry and handed it to me. "This is an old story I wrote years ago," Lex explained. "It shares striking similarities with yours - the themes, the characters, even some of the plot points."

I was curious about the other book lord Jamie had requested, so I headed back inside to ask him about it. “What is that other book about?” I carefully questioned immediately when I stepped into the room. “It’s the late king’s journal.” He replied and without hesitation, I asked further why the book would be empty if it’s a journal. He chuckled lightly before he replied. “Because you need the king’s blood for the words to appear.”

Just occupying my own body without apologizing for the space it took up. At a small bookshop on the corner I stopped on impulse and went in. The smell of paper and ink and warm indoor air folded around me immediately. I moved between the shelves slowly, reading titles with genuine curiosity, picking things up and putting them down and picking up other things, with no sense of hurrying or having to justify the time. Eventually I chose a plain-covered journal and carried it to the counter. The cashier smiled. "New project?" "Something like that," I said. "Yes."