The Big One Booktok Journal Novels & Stories

A message was written at the top of the next clean page. “I’ve always believed in you.” Was written in pink ink with a smiley face, heart and dash followed by the letter A. Alveera. “Why can’t you leave me alone?!” I screamed and ripped out the page. The visual aspect of seeing that page being ripped out was satisfying. The sound of that tear was so pleasing. It made me feel better. I laughed and proceeded to tear out more pages. Years of my life fell to the floor as the pages were thrown around my room. I had just finished journal 3 when I stopped.

Later that night, in the solitude of her journal, Sophia wrote: Today, I watched a girl step into the space I once occupied— Trembling. Raw. Brave. And I realized… The fire I carry didn’t dim when I shared it. It spread. Chapter 58: First Stop, First Spark Three months later, the journey began. The first leg of The Fire We Share tour rolled out—not in luxury, but in purpose. Their white sprinter bus wasn’t glamorous, but it was home on wheels. Shelves lined with donated books. Warm golden lights overhead. And painted across both sides, three simple quotes from Sophia’s memoir:

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My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/

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The book began to glow with a blinding, white light. “I am going to the Cradle of Ancients,” she said. “And I am going alone.” “Like hell you are!” Ash yelled, stepping toward her. “Stay back!” Rhea screamed, and the light from the journal exploded, filling the room with a force that knocked everyone to their knees.

I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle another yawn. Despite being incredibly tired, I decide to jot down the recent events in my personal journal, my confidant that I made myself. The design is beautiful, the cover is a velvety hardcover with an image of a butterfly, in gradient colors of pink, blue, and yellow. The journal is completely covered, giving it the appearance of a small bag with a zipper. I end up falling asleep, and as I shift to my side, the journal slips from my lap.

She continued to talk and ask questions, and somehow, I fell into an easy conversation with her. "Our time today is almost up, but I'd like to see you back this week. In the meantime, I'm a big believer in journaling. I want you to get a journal and start writing every day about anything that happens to you-good, bad, indifferent. If something sticks out, try to think about why. Bring it back with you on Thursday, and we'll talk about what you wrote. We'll also continue to explore your relationship with Dax, and eventually, your trauma."

“I do. What’s your next question?” She checked. “Do you get the Arrow?” “Since I don’t know what that is, it seems safe to assume I don’t.” “It’s the Book of Making You Feel Bad About Yourself. You know, the Spring Well magazine? It’s full of stories about people who are living amazing lives and achieving amazing things while you’re sitting around in your pants playing games.” she paused. “I guess you don’t do that, what with being a billionaire and everything.” “I don’t, no.”