DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU ARE ME (or Jules)

March 2

Okay.

So. Diary? Journal? Death-log? Realisticly, death log. So my mom doesnt cry? Journal.

Dr. Park says “writing can help process what you’re feeling.” What if I don’t want to process anything? What if I’d rather throw a pudding cup at the wall and scream into a pillow until the nurses threaten to sedate me again?

(That only happened once.)

B...

Journal of Lysander Valtz, 1473–2025

12 August 1473 – Salem

I belive I was slaughtered in a fire? Maybe it was that man. Although i can remember a little, i feel like this is all a dream, and the memories will fade, so im writing it down.

I was a man, once. A tailor’s son. My father died of plague, my mother; They said she was a witch when the rains failed, and the crops died. The priest gave t...

They called him Finch.

Not his real name; just what stuck. Names had weight, and his had grown too heavy to carry. He moved like a shadow in the places the city tried to forget, with hands that stole quietly

He was a thief. That much was true. But not the kind people whispered about with fear. No one had ever heard him speak, but his work spoke. Very loud. He took only what others hoarded.

And ...

April 3rd

Eli,

Sorry if this is messy. I haven’t written anything that’s not a checklist or a report in weeks. Or maybe it’s months. Same thing?

I just wanted to say I miss you. The kind of miss where it makes your bones hurt. You know that ache? I get it in my chest now, too. When I hear your voice in my head, I forget the dust, the noise, all of it.

I don’t want to worry you, but it’s gettin...

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.

That thought came later, after the calm. After the click of the front door and the slow creak of the floorboard by the coat rack that had always needed fixing. After the wine glass tipped over accident or symbol, she wasn’t sure. and the white carpet bloomed red like a fresh crime scene.

Detective Claire Monroe had always believed in...

There was a bridge of stone that crossed the silver river at the edge of Wintermoor. It connected two kingdoms that had once shared songs and stories. but now shared only war.

They met there.. at first by accident.

Elira, daughter of the Virean high general, rode there to watch the enemy from afar. Her father would not miss her.

Across the river, under the frostbitten branches, waited Cael, son...

Let’s face it: life comes at you FAST. Like a car with no brakes rolling downhill into a lemonade stand operated by your enemies. If you don’t manage your time, your time is gonna manage you. Trust me, I once missed an entire decade because I got really into watching reruns of Walker, Texas Ranger.

So now I’m gonna teach you everything I know about time management, which is a lot considering I on...

It was a Thursday afternoon, the kind that coated the campus in gold and shadows. Lucas leaned against the bench near the art building. clutching a folded piece of notebook paper in his pocket. He wasn’t usually the dramatic type, but something about the day.. maybe the way her laugh had lingered in the hallway, or how she’d leaned her head on his shoulder while showing him her playlist. made his ...

LEO’S DIARY, September 4th

I ditched math class today. Again. Don’t tell Miles. He’ll tell me about “future consequences” and “responsibilities” like I’m five. He just doesn’t get it. I’ve got better things to do than listen to Mr. Cartwright talk about algebra like it’s going to save my life.

I went to the lake instead. Skipped stones, blasted music, and then i thought about buzzing my hair of...

Journal Entry – November 17th

i’m not anyone’s first pick, i think. not even my friends. not even my family’s first choice

It’s not something people ever say out loud, not in the way that matters. But you can feel it in the pauses, in the way eyes search a room and pass you over. Like they’re scanning for someone better someone more fun.. more enjoyable, less.. me

I used to think it was just in ...