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Dear Log, I am still exhausted from the procedure that Princess Andelite collaborated with Queen Aurora with in order to save my life. “Save my life”, those are words that I find bitterly ironic, because up until two weeks ago, no one would have given a damn whether I lived…

Dear Journal, Normally, I don’t keep a dumb and ridiculous possession like a diary, but I have no one else to talk to about this. Tonight is a big night, and for some strange reason I feel that I need to be there. At Queen Aurora’s palace, there is going…

Dear diary, This is the worst night of my life. I am right now in a freezing cold, stainless-steel room in the subterranean levels of AbGen, what doctors in this time period call “the morgue”. I’m freezing, but I am not moving from this spot until Auntie Nikki’s assassin is…

Dear Diary, Tonight is a special night here in Aunt Esther’s apartment. When I say “special” I mean it in the most bittersweet way possible. Tonight is the night that we light a yortsayt candle for my daddy, and it also marks 7 years since Spencer and I met our…

The following message is encoded by laser, in a sacred gem in the Zetascape Palace. My name is Auroralania Faye, princess of the Zetarealm and daughter of Queen Ravenalania Faye and Prince Oberon Trion. My role as Queen has hit a terrible turn, one that I fear will never be…

Dear Log, It was another wonderful day at work. Staying busy as a waitress and a half-owner of one of Remington’s most popular restaurants is the best way to cope with the unique position I find myself in. I have this other family, a family that I was born into…

Dear Journal, It is nearly midnight here at Camp Hawthorne, and even with my big sister Bella as my junior counselor, I cannot find any comfort or safety; I’m in fear for my life, especially since these two monster girls have been making my life hell since day 1. I…

Know ye who reads this, iffen anything were to happen to me, let nothing that has been planned for go unremembered. My name is Captain Yasmina Anastasia Elechad, late of the Nevertribe as an adoptee. For too long now, long before me birth, the world that I inhabit be one…

Jones Log, Stardate 3798.3 — Hell broke loose I will never look at myself in the mirror the same way again. Right now I am on the couch in my living room, flagrantly skirting daddy’s curfew, and I hurt all over. As I speak, Elle is at AbGen with Aunt…

Dear Journal, It is nearly midnight, and I am a mess. Specifically, I am torn between what’s real and what is not. I guess I should start at the beginning. I got up this morning and ate my breakfast, but I was in such a fog that I couldn’t taste…