Hobbies, mental health

Journaling: Junk Journaling

As mentioned in a previous blog entry. I’ve been journaling for years. They’re more like diaries. I finished one that I’ve had since September 2017 til February 2023. Almost six years worth of entries. A person of the past. The emotional shifts and growth as you watch yourself grow through the page you write.

I have different journals for different uses. Budget, To Do List/Work, Diary and Miscellaneous one with random thoughts or ideas for something. I get obsessive about journaling sometimes. Writing things down physically is different than typing it out. I tend to retain more that way.

This notebook I purchased from Notebook therapy. There’s so many options and limited time notebooks. Their washi tapes are so cute and they sell rubber stamps. This is one of many notebooks I own from them. Their main use is for bullet journal but I can use it as a diary as well.

Whale collection Washi

These whale collection washi tape are so adorable. Once I have junk paper and everything to craft I’ll show off what I do before beginning my entry. I’m so excited to bring out a part of creativity in myself to share with you all. It’s almost the end of February and I feel a sense of change coming. Life is already crazy with busy times and finishing up this term of school. I’m hopeful once I finish things will calm down. But something tells me that’s not the case. I will have little time between school finishing and the comings weeks to relax. Life is funny in that way.

Anyone been journaling or likes to journal? Scrap book? Comment below your experience!

Life

Thank you For the Support!

Wanted to take the time out to thank everyone who support my blog and read my content. It’s not much but I do my best to keep a rhythm and a constant on here. I’m happy to be able to write and put my energy out there for everyone to read and enjoy. So thank you for over 100 followers and the 500 likes! Here’s to the future and what’s to come.

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Hobbies, Stories

Dream Stories: Haunted Cabin Part 3

I’m starting a short story series inspired by dreams I have had in the past. A lot of it consist of assumptions of the way the dreams were carried. Stories are vague since there’s no true beginning or end. Some characters have no name and barely any dialogue. Also some of parts of the stories are meant for an older audience since sexual situations are depicted at times. I’ll rate them an M as I go if they are of adult nature. Let me know what y’all think. Thank you! Hope you enjoy part 3!


I felt myself fading. The screams and the horrifying smile. Stomach churning and I felt defeated. Why? Why did this thing want me?

“Vade retro satana!”

He walked in and I fell to my knees. The pale face monster gone. Rushing over he brought me into his arms. He was sweating and almost trembling. Asking if I was okay. I sobbed into his shoulders and he was able to gather me up to the chair again. I asked him over and over again what was that. He looked me over and he shook his head.

“It’s worse than I thought. The darkness in this town. It’s hopeless. Not even I can defeat it this way. We have to leave before we are trapped forever and forgotten.

I didn’t understand as he continued to explain the demon figures. The spells, exorcisms, and weird phenomenon of people around getting sick, dying or going into a state of shock. The cabin was his family’s cabin passed down generations and the journals of an ancestor who killed himself to contain the darkness. The cabin and its grounds were once considered the safest place to be in but the demons could draw people out to their deaths at night. Those who have been killed were forgotten by those who weren’t near by to witness their horrific deaths or those with an affinity for magic. He believe I had the potential to be a witch as my father came from a lineage of powerful witches. I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn’t be a witch. He continued saying my father had forgotten his true roots since his family was wiped out investigating but they were a powerful line of witches and due to how much they’ve forgotten the line had weakened with marriages outside the coven. I blinked and tries to process everything. His face so serious and handsome with the light of the fire dancing on his face. How could I believe him…and yet how could I not believe after all the weird happenings in the cabin?

He made me a cup of tea and made sure I was comfortable. I thanked him for saving my life. He smiled for the first time and brushed the hair out of my face.

“I am not letting you out of my sight now”

His voice settled my nerves and he left to answer the ringing phone. I sipped on my tea struggling between wanting to leave and yet staying with him. He came back saying that my parents had to stay at a hotel because of a storm coming and advised us to stay. Panic set in. We couldn’t stay in this cabin. Not with what was out there. He assured me the cabin was safe. Anything outside of it was worse and they were more attracted to those with affinity than normal people or outsiders. “I will protect you at all cost. I won’t lose anyone else ever again

I wanted to shower. He promised to wait outside the door. I did my best to calm down in the shower. Things were messed up. I felt crazy but how could I be crazy if he saw it too? I had felt so helpless against it. I didn’t want to feel that way ever again. If I had the affinity why not learn magic? My mind raced as I got dressed and he was waiting out the door. His gaze looked me over and he looked away. I managed a giggle and walked past him to my room. I closed the shower door. Not sure how long it would be til I felt safe again.

He sat on the couch across from my bed with a journal in hand. He gestured for me to lay in bed to rest. I awkwardly got into bed and didn’t look at him. I wish I could fall asleep easily and not have to think about the scary things at night. But he made me feel safe and I trusted him. More than I ever trusted anyone else. He saved my life. My mind swirled for a while before sleep found me.

I screamed. The nightmare about the pale figure. The way it seemed to smile and it’s eyes pitch black. Fear gripped me. And I came out of the nightmare. He was still holding me close and asked if I was okay. I nodded not wanting to move from the comfort of his arms. He told me it was 4 am that the Sun would be up soon in a couple of hours and we would have nothing to fear during daylight hours.

I could feel my face heating up and I nodded. I wasn’t sure if it was wanting the comfort or if I was crazy. I barely knew him but everything about him was comforting. He was warm and peaceful even with the cold distant state he facades. I noticed his face was flushed as I looked up at him. Quickly turning away and saying “I’ll go back to the couch now.” I shook my head and held on to him. “Stay…please. Umm…you can come to bed and lay next to me…”

He looked at me with his hands balled up into fist. His shoulders relaxed and he got into bed. I got under the covers and looked back at him. His arm was over his eyes and I could see his breathing slowing. The tiredness washing over him. Would it be so bad to lay close to him? To want his arms around me? Slowly I pressed my back against his side. His warmth put me at ease and back to sleep I went.

Dream Journal, Stories

Dream Stories: Haunted Cabin Part 1

I’m starting a short story series inspired by dreams I have had in the past. A lot of it consist of assumptions of the way the dreams were carried. Stories are vague since there’s no true beginning or end. Some characters have no name and barely any dialogue. Also some of these stories are meant for an older audience since sexual situations are depicted. I’ll rate them as I go. I’m in no way a professional writer at all. I only do this for fun to vent the world of my dreams. Here’s a sample. Let me know what y’all think. Thank you! Hope you enjoy.


The cabin was old, dreary and in the middle of no where. It looked sturdy and seemed older than what my parents had mentioned. They were old fashioned, the decor were antiques and the fireplace cracking in the background gave it an eerie aura. We were here for “business” something they’ve been keeping to themselves for a while. The college break was much welcomed. I didn’t care much about socializing or going out. I rather be left alone although my parents thought by now I would of brought a man home. I didn’t care much about the comments and wanted to read through the old books I found in the beautiful library I found within. My father told me to not get lost in the books since they were old and contained fictional stories. Stories that couldn’t be recalled by anyone although there were pictures of what looked to be real people. Talks of magic, witches, death, monsters, ghost, spirits and weird happenings. I eventually found a journal. An ancestor who stayed in the cabin to research the happenings surrounding the area. I sank into the recliner and read. As the weeks progressed in the journal. The tone began to change. It went from curiosity and mystery to anxiety and paranoia. The words written felt rushed and pretty soon look erratic. Deep with fear. They spoke of a haunting. Seeing things that didn’t make sense. To never go out in the woods at night. Watch for the people, the ones with the pale faces. The journal goes blank. A slight splatter of what looked to be…blood?

BANG!

The window sound startled me. The wind was blowing outside. I slowly approached the window. I searched and was met with the darkness of the night. I squinted and I felt the hairs in the back of my neck stand up as I saw a figure. Could there be something out there? No. It’s fiction like dad said. There’s no way. It slowly turned around. My breath caught. I wanted to yell. Scream. Anything. It was so pale and it’s face was blank. It smiled at me. I felt As though I lost my voice. I backed up and trip over the foot rest.

Tap…Tap…TAP

I looked up and there it was. Finger tapping the window. It eyes dark with no soul. It’s skin pale. Staring down at me. Was this a ghost? It looked up and let out a scream. At first I couldn’t hear anything. Then it hit me. The shrilling. It felt like it was coming from inside my head. My head pounding. As if my brain wanted to leave my head. My ears felt full. The sound so shrill and painful. I felt the world around me go silent and my body couldn’t take anymore as I felt myself fall. I couldn’t stay awake. I don’t want to die…I sank into darkness and nothing…

Tap…Tap…Tap


First part and any feedback is welcomed! There’s probably some errors. These are more like drafts if anything. I will try to release this once or twice a week on Wednesday as a weird dreams Wednesdays. And perhaps Fridays. Thank you for all the support!