Ideas For Journaling

Some random stories I come up with to keep my boredom away. Contains original novels and fanfics as well. They may become a novel I'll write if I like them enough or if there is a sudden rush of inspiration that takes over me. If you like one of them comment on it and I may consider writing more about it one day, I am highly sleep deprived so I guess I will someday if i do not commit suicide first.

Humans? It's just another form of life. Who cares if one or two die? That's what they wanted to do to me after all, they sent me to my death. They taught us nothing, no swordsmanship, no magic, barely any armor. Why should I care for humans after what they did, killing a pig and slaughtering a human brings the same feeling of relief, but one's easier to access. So why can't I kill them all? Tyler Greenheart is a man who was cursed in his previous life by the Reaper of Death. His life force constantly gets sucked out from him, shortening his life span and causing pain. When he reaches the age of 15 he is sent out to war against the Elven Tribes as a meat shield due to his lack of talent and lack of spirit, when out on the front lines he kills someone in self defense and feels a sense of comfort and pain relief. He absorbed some of the person's life span and the rest was offered to the Reaper to take, and was absorbed instead of his own. After feeling relief for the first time he decides to turn to the life of a murderer and slowly gets crueler and crueler to appease the curse. Cover is temporary.

I only write fanfic ideas just for fun. I don’t think I’ll be writing any of these fanfics as I am a terrible writer, so you can use my ideas if you want.

Just more old journal entries of mine, but this time things are a bit more...weighty? Complicated? These journals were written 12 years after those of Volume 1! Let us cringe a little more. Maybe a little less? Looking back now, I wasn't that naive...was I? *Names will be omitted and replaced with "XXXXX" in order to keep some semblance of privacy.*

Journey of a betrayed soldier in a apocalyptic fantasy world. No string attached, he will decide his own fate prevail or perish. Not every fantasy world is a good place. Sometimes, it's worse than where we came from.

“Elise…” I called out to her. I wanted to say something but my brain could not form any words to utter. So, her name in my lips lingered and silence enveloped us. I glimpsed at her peaceful face and, as if on cue, my nerves relaxed. I gently touched her cheeks using my thumb then moved to her lips. Everything is probably an understatement of what I am willing to do for her. Beyond everything, that is, if it exists. I moved closer to reach the seat belt and quickly strapped her. I also adjusted my seat and strapped my own. Then, I started the car engine and drove off. My mind wandered off our first meeting. She didn’t appear promising to me when she descended the doorstep of their house. She walks extremely slow and she hangs her head down like a sinner. The cuffs of her long sleeves were constantly pulled to hide her hands. Then, she looked up to meet my gaze. Her eyes were puffy and it was very obvious that she spent an hour, and probably more, crying. Nevertheless, she smiled at me, giving me an access to view her white teeth. She, then, accepted the flowers that I was offering. Her nails were clean and bare, no paint. Then, she muttered her first word to me, “Thank you.” After that, she went inside.

just me making ideas for abilities and characters don't know if will make novel if you like ability you can mix and match it for whatever character play for own book

The title pretty much says it all. This is the journal of Jane Brown. Each journal entry may be very short or very long. Entries may be close together or far apart. It depends on when and if Jane decides to or remembers to update her journal. If ever. Just like most of the non-diary or journal writer keepers out there - or uninspired authors. Yep. Warning: VERY SLOOOW updates. This is a story written on a whim. Let's see how long the inspiration will last for. This style of writing is somewhat experimental. Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION and is not based on any one person. Any portrayal of real people or real events (excluding some major world events) is entirely accidental and coincidental. It is in not in any way, shape of form meant to be a commentary on anyone or anything, even less on current issues in society. This is literally meant to be boring (hence the ordinary title) without being too boring. It is just about the average slow paced life and interests of an average person. (Not meant for and not interested in contracting.)

Ever since her breakup with Timothy, Diya have always chosen to stay silent, holding her heart. But when Stephen walked in on her life, her heart was not at the right place. She wanted to run away from this feeling, but destiny had other plans.

In a world where gods and demons exist, only disaster awaits. Watch as two boys from opposite situations deal with the obstacles of life

*A true story based, provided to be a healing space. No one in this world is completely perfect, no matter how nice they appear. As a daughter of a hotheaded yet loving father, I, Agnes Xie Dubois, present you my very treasured journal. Let's dive in into my remarkable past! About? ✓ A family which started as a 'not ideal' type, but they try their best building a comfy home ✓ Focused on father-daughter relationship, where each of the family members begin to understand each other. ✓ Poetry, motivation, and psychology ✓ New, out of the box, yet catchy writing style ✓ Written with both good and bad memories ✓ Female oriented, but readers are not restricted to genders ✓ No politics, nor offensive or sensitive thing ✓ Comedy scenes ✓ Teen fiction, yet open for adults Important Promise: • All chapters in this novel will be free to read until the competition ends

Literally just a bunch of old journal entries of mine. Cringe along with me as I relive these days. It's been at least 15 years...some of these are as old as 20! How bad could it be? *Names will be omitted and replaced with "XXXXX" in order to keep some semblance of privacy.*

The journal of a ancient cultivator, that have found a lifebound treasure called "Life Chronicles", a magical book that would store all happen around him. This is the journey from a simple orphan, to a immortal cultivator. And beyond that, to a deity that creates a world of his own. This is how it all started.

Novel ideas I have, but have no time to write. Sharing those ideas in the hope to support people who are getting into writing but cannot think of any plot. I will be glad if you used my plots as references, and am going to support you if you ever needed any suggestions. Not saying that my ideas are the best. I am a human, so my ideas might be flawed, but they should be good enough for new writers at most.

These are story ideas I have in my brain but will probably never make, if you like them and want to use them, just make sure to credit me! You can use "MK_The_Writer on Webnovel, quotev, and wattpad" or "MKgamerman@gmail.com" in your credits to credit me.

A college boy gets caught wearing a roommate's panties by the dorm mommy and as punishment, he is to prance around as a girl while in class and at home be babied by his new mommy & daddy.

In the serene village of Amberglen, Elara, a young woman with a rare talent for sigil magic, is inspired by a rumor about the legendary Motrix Pax and his elusive journal. Setting out into the perilous Great Forest, she encounters a series of magical challenges that test her skills and push her to create new sigils. Each trial reveals more about her own abilities and the enigmatic figure she seeks.

It's not a story. Just a journal.

Hello, my name is... I don't have one yet. But I'll have one someday. So, this can be considered a narration of my journey. In my head. I hope something interesting happens during my travels. Let's hope and see. :)

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This is, for now, a blank Novel slot - waiting for a future idea to come by.

One minute, she was spiraling out of her scooter, watching in horror as her fried chicken flew into the horizon. The next minute, she was signing the contract to become a mother to his sons while staring into his glacier blue eyes. "The contract is effective as of now" He announced, as he dropped the pen. His brow was lifted challengingly and his voice reverberated around the room, bounced and sent zings of electricity down her spine. She tilted her head to a side, studying him covertly as she smiled menacingly. She was going to make him regret his decision. Let the games begin..!

Webnovel would not let me put genderless protagonist!