Stories tagged “journal”

  • My Day

    By Jake – Aged 9. The sun shined today and mummy wanted to go to the shops she said she would buy me some sweets so I went too. The shop lady said I was a good boy and give me a free sweet I picked my favourite sweet strawberry flavour. When we w...

    • Author: Bad Beat
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
  • Sweeper

    May 12, The ship had been drifting out-system for over a week after the initial mayday. It was one of those messages. The kind that ends in a scream, which itself ends in a gurgle. Our ship, a Sweeper class lovingly called Blood ’N Guts, was depl...

  • Negative Pressure (Mature)

    May 13, We found the first one in Medical Bay. Whether patient or experiment, I’ll never know. He—no, it, always it—lay back on a gurney. Straps crossed at forehead, chest, and hip. Padded manacles locked down the hands and feet. It h...

  • To Lose The One You Love

    The skies lit in a flash, as lightening passed. The bed shook as the thunder roared, a glass of water edged closer to the edge of the table. The baby scared awake, crying for his mother. The blood dried on the wall, and the carpet was soaked in it. My ...

  • What Will Life Offer Me In This Journey

    Another night alone, sitting at my desk. I look in the mirror; I expect to see a man filled with riches. A heart filled with gold, a mind so brilliant. Sigh all that is to see is me, in my torn up jeans, bagging shirt that hasn’t bin washed in a whil...

  • Journaling Part Two

    I asked my therapist, Jennie, why I have to write in this stupid book and she actually took Frankie’s side. And, yes, before you ask, Jennie the bartender is a therapist. Everyone always laughs when I tell them this. I actually don’t understand why...

  • Journaling Part Three (Mature)

    APM&S is very, very dull. Mrs. Pyers says we need to know all of this stuff but no one does. I’m totally going to fail finals. What the hell! We’re ALL going to fail finals. What really got me when I learned about APM&S is that you take it...

  • the Sands of Time - part 1a - Soldiers Tale.

    Lieutenant Andrew Lawton’s Personal Journal: February 22nd, 2106, I was assigned here to vice admiral Peckham’s command, security detail at the mars relocation centers. I’ve never seen such a depressed group of human beings, it makes ...

  • the Sands of Time - Doctors Tale - part 1.

    Doctor Wilson’s Medical Log: March 22nd, 2106, the latest batch of refuges, arrived yesterday, we’ve been processing them, 15,000 in all, this batch had more severe radiation poisoning, and like all the others suffered from severe bouts wit...

  • the Sands of Time - Doctors Tale - part 2.

    Doctor Wilson’s Medical Log: April 6th, 2106, the latest batch of refuges arrived. I hadn’t expected so many VIPs, clearly they had no idea the living conditions here or they would have gone to the settlement on Dione. It seems the prevelant th...

  • the Sands of Time - Doctors Tale - part 3.

    Doctor Wilson’s Personal Notes: April 6th, 2106, On this day in history I always think about what’s happened before. Even my colleagues consider this day cursed, but it didn’t seem that way back in 2015. I was their, when McCloud Pharmace...

  • the Sands of Time - Doctors Tale - part 4.

    April 12th, 2106, Doctors personal log: We’ve been successfully transplanted from Mars to Dione one of the moons of Saturn. I never knew their were such a huge sub-surface colony built here, it’s mind bogglingly massive. Oh, I met back up w...

  • the Sands of Time - Doctors Tale - part 5.

    Active Log: “April 13th, 2106, Chief Medical Officer Doctor Anna Wilson, assisting Greta Zells.” “Lieutenant Lawton, managed to bring us two of the genetically engineered human beings.” “We are currently performing an auto...

  • Turn and Cough

    The homo sapian. What a peculiar species. Honestly, I’m not sure what I think of them. Some of them, if not most of them, are very intelligent, particularly fascinating, surprisingly creative, and often possess a fair amount of common sense. An i...

  • T'n'C: At an Expense

    Considering that I harbor a small glimer of hope in humanity, it’s probably not the best idea to try something out at humanity’s expense. But, I feel compelled to try it out anyway. After careful research and experimentation, I’ve eng...

  • In the Shadows of Men

    Hello. If you are reading this you happen to have stumbled across my journal.It contains my story. If you have found this, I am probably no longer of this Earth. I am recording this on 6th November 1823 so that the world may know my story and that of t...

  • Journal Entry 6-Apr-2010

    I’m not entirely sure what to think about last night. So, last night while I’m trying to get to sleep, this really tall elf thing steps out of my closet. My closet is full of stuff, and this guy was something like 7 feet tall, but he just s...

  • Solace (Mature)

    I let the razor slip across my pale, sun deprived skin. A thin trail of blood trickles towards the drain where my bare feet rest. I think to the girls at school; their incessant gossip, their constant teasing, their never ending torment; my absentee be...

  • Journals

    December the 9th 1889 For almost two years, I have observed human nature. Its character, its origins and its varieties. It is a strange study that I have brought myself to conduct; perhaps it was my passion to know the nature of their kind or my desire...

  • Isle: October 1, 2009

    Nearing the Island, about a couple of hours and then I should be there. I pray that no troubles arise during my exploration of the Island. I have enough supplies in the boat to last me around two months and it’s a week and a half sail back to New...

  • Isle: October 2, 2009

    Took the boat around the Island. Seems to be around 15 kilometers in circumferance. Took a short swim over to the Island. Saw plenty of marine life on my way there. I’ll catalogue them later. Saw few signs of animal life on the beach. A couple of...

  • Pervalsk Mental Hostpital: Nikolai Kirmasov's Journal, 3.10.2063

    They tell me I need to keep a journal. Write what you feel, they said. But I don’t feel. I suppose I should start with something about myself. My name is Nikolai Kirmasov. I am 17 years of age. At 13, my parents were captured and tortured as spie...

  • Tempting Dread

    Fingers tracing the journal’s cloth cover I wandered to the kitchen. Food seemed a possible remedy to the gnawing in my gut, though my minded chided me for such naive foolishness. Encumbering as it was, the book did not leave my hand while I prep...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Personal Log 04.04.11

    Evan sits at the piano before I’ve measured his core temperature, and I hesitate, glancing towards James who watches him with a surprised smile edging his lips. I force agitation away, and soon almost forget it completely as a graceful etude enve...

  • When In Puerto Rico [1]

    It started with a glance on a warm cloudless June day. I remember sitting by the pool and he sat next to me. I had never seen him before and yet all I wanted was to know everything about him. They had smiled at me and struck up a small conversation bef...

    • Author: Paradox
    • Posted over 7 years ago.