Under the glare of the overhead lights, an unfamiliar reflection stared back at Jack. A week of relentless grooming and beauty treatments had led to a startling transformation, one he hadn't chosen but had been thrust upon him. As soon as the contracts were sign...
2023-07-20 17:09:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 23rd,
Dear Journal,
These past few days have been a flurry of tulle, satin, flowers, and awkward conversations; a whirlwind of French phrases; a dizzying waltz in towering pumps. I've been so caught up in the world of bridal gowns and weddings that I've barely had a chance to ta...
2023-07-19 17:16:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 20th
Dear Journal,
If I thought I knew the definition of exhaustion before, how wrong I was. Working a full day at Annisa's bridal boutique, on these heels that could double as torture devices, has taken the concept of fatigue to an entirely new level. My feet are protesting in ...
2023-07-17 17:25:01 +0000 UTC View Post
Oops, it seems I released the newest post of Fifi in the wrong tier. As a result, I've received a couple of questions I thought I'd address here.
The content in this tier is half the length in terms of word co...
2023-07-15 17:02:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 18th
Dear Journal,
Each day that passes feels like a new layer of me is being gradually scraped away, replaced with something foreign, uncomfortable, but scarily well-fitted. Yesterday, Annisa whisked me away to a beauty spa, her face alight with excitement. The idea of a facial...
2023-07-14 17:14:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 16th,
Dear Journal,
The irony of my current situation is not lost on me; just as I find a flicker of optimism, the universe promptly stamps it out. Two days ago, my hope had swelled as I held my new phone, and today, it's been dashed upon the rocks of reality. I reached out to m...
2023-07-12 17:42:01 +0000 UTC View Post
Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the airport, Ethan queued at the check-in counter. His heart resonated as a hollow echo in his chest, the pulse a relentless reminder of the harsh reality he was compelled to endure. His once vibrant eyes were glazed over, reduced to dull, lifeless vessels. E...
2023-07-11 17:08:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 14th
Dear Journal,
My apologies for the silence yesterday, my spirit was too sunken, too steeped in an ocean of despair. The salon experience felt like a heavy anchor dragging me into the depths of desolation. I had lost sight of David completely, submerged under the ripples of ...
2023-07-10 17:17:00 +0000 UTC View Post
March 12th
Dear Journal,
The agony that grips my feet is relentless. Each step feels akin to walking on shards of glass. The pain serves as a vivid reminder of the ordeal that was last night, the memory of which is etched deep into my throbbing soles and my aching heart.
The eve...
2023-07-07 17:25:01 +0000 UTC View Post
In the time-forgotten office, nestled amidst a pile of dog-eared tabloids and betting sheets, the vintage wired phone let out a shrill ring. Startled from his detailed scrutiny of the day's odds, Murrey, the lines on his ageing face etched deep in concentration...
2023-07-06 17:06:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 11th
Dear Journal,
My sanity feels as if it's hanging by a thread, dangling precariously over a gaping abyss of confusion and despair. How can this be happening? How can an average adult man pass for a young French girl? I'm not particularly tall for a man, I admit, my Asian gen...
2023-07-05 17:42:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 10th
Dear Journal,
I can't escape the gnawing sensation that seems to have taken up permanent residence in my stomach, a dreadful knot twisting tighter with each passing moment. I find myself trapped, not by physical chains or locks, but by a web of circumstances woven by my own...
2023-07-03 17:08:01 +0000 UTC View Post
Ethan stood at the top of the family house’s grand staircase, his heart pounding in his chest. Below, the murmur of voices, clinking of glasses, and occasional laughter echoed - all signs of a celebration he was central to, yet felt detached from. He turned his gaze towards Rafael, his new husb...
2023-07-02 17:09:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 9th
Dear Journal,
It appears that, even when things seem to have hit rock bottom, they can still find a way to plunge deeper into the abyss. Each morning I wake up hoping to find myself back in London, only to realise that this bizarre situation isn't some twisted nightmare but ...
2023-06-30 17:18:00 +0000 UTC View Post
March 8th
Dear Journal,
As I write this, every inch of my body aches, my mind is reeling, and my spirit feels like it’s hanging on by a thread. Why, oh why, must one person be subjected to such an unrelenting streak of bad luck?
This morning, I woke up with an unsettling flutt...
2023-06-28 17:02:01 +0000 UTC View Post
With the dawn of a new day, Jack had found himself enveloped in an unfamiliar realm of femininity. The past hours were an ongoing tutorial, a real-life immersion into Chloe's world. The sun, which had risen lazily that morning, casting a soft hue over th...
2023-06-27 17:03:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 6th
Dear Journal,
Oh, it’s an absolute disaster, a living nightmare from which there seems no escape! My heart yearns for the familiar greyness of London skies, the taste of my mother’s pot roast, the comfort of my own bed. How I wish I could teleport home, away from the swe...
2023-06-26 17:46:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 4th
Dear Journal,
Yesterday, I spent the day in the confines of my hotel room, a seclusion I wouldn't have minded if it weren't for my peculiar circumstances. Ideas ricocheted within my mind like pinballs, each one crazier than the last. I spent the night tossing and turning, ch...
2023-06-23 17:14:00 +0000 UTC View Post
As Ethan inked his new name onto the official documents, his fingers trembled. Each stroke was a final farewell to his former self, a tragic yet necessary act for the protection of Ava. With the last stroke of the pen, Ethan Morgan faded into the past, and Fernanda emerged from the illusion's shr...
2023-06-22 19:14:00 +0000 UTC View Post
March 3rd.
Dear Journal,
Oh, Journal, where do I even begin? It's all gone horribly wrong! Yesterday's energy and the adrenaline rush of new experiences have all been replaced by a dreadful sinking feeling, a pit in my stomach.
I returned from my exploratory outing yesterday, bo...
2023-06-21 18:02:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 2nd.
Dear Journal,
The moment I set foot in Soekarno-Hatta Airport, Jakarta, I knew I had arrived somewhere entirely different. The whirl of people, a symphony of foreign languages, and a burst of vibrant colours struck me immediately. London was busy, yes, but this was another ...
2023-06-19 17:31:01 +0000 UTC View Post
In the days following the photoshoot, Jack had diligently edited and dispatched the images, eager to dispel the lingering discomfort of the afternoon spent in his sister's clothes and consign the events to the annals of forgotten memories. Yet, fate had a d...
2023-06-18 19:08:01 +0000 UTC View Post
March 1st
Dear Journal,
I write to you from thousands of feet above the ground, nestled within the confines of a jetplane that's hurtling towards the unknown. It's strangely exhilarating, a rush of adrenaline and uncertainty that has my heart pounding and my thoughts racing.
The...
2023-06-16 08:12:02 +0000 UTC View Post
February 21st
Dear Journal,
In the dimly lit silence of my room, it's just you and me again, Journal. You, my silent listener, and I, the relentless chatterer. These past two weeks, Ani's advice has been echoing in my mind, incessantly, like a metronome ticking away the seconds. Trave...
2023-06-14 18:06:00 +0000 UTC View Post
The morning sunlight bathed the quaint, stone building nestled within the church grounds in a warm glow. In the distance, the ominous spire of the church pierced the clear blue sky, a daunting reminder of the impending ceremony.
Standing before the stained glass windows of the small buildin...
2023-06-13 19:06:01 +0000 UTC View Post
February 7th
Dear Journal,
I’ve never really done this before, written my thoughts down and bared my soul on paper, but the life coach I've been seeing suggested I start. So, here I am, talking to you, Journal. Isn't it curious, writing in a book, to a book? Seems almost ironic to m...
2023-06-12 20:41:39 +0000 UTC View Post
"When do you want to do this photoshoot?" Jack asked, a hint of trepidation in his voice.
Chloe, the glint in her eyes mischievous, replied nonchalantly, "No time like the present."
Jack's jaw dropped slightly, dismay spreading across his face. He was ...
2023-06-08 19:02:01 +0000 UTC View Post
In the quiet solitude of the detached cottage at the garden's bottom, Ethan prepared himself for the night. The cottage, a constant reminder of his new reality, served as both his sanctuary and prison. It was an echoing chamber of solitude, filled only with the sound of his resigned sighs and the...
2023-06-04 19:17:01 +0000 UTC View Post
A week later, Jack found himself standing in the shadow of Chloe's urban palace. Her invitation to meet up again so soon had been unexpected, yet it was a welcome surprise, especially after their prolonged period of disconnection. In his mind, their re...
2023-05-30 19:12:01 +0000 UTC View Post