Supernatural Journals

The supernatural journals is a story based around six people living different lives within the supernatural world. Each of their stories are different, all of them having different insights of the world they live in. The story will be written in a first person like setting, giving off the impression that you are reading pages right out of their personal journals. I am not that experienced with this type of writing at all so please do not be too harsh, however I would love to know what you think of the story so let me know somehow rather it be in an IM, on cbox, or in a PM. Thank you and enjoy the story!

Chris Anderson 7 - 3 - 1923

Tomorrow is independence day but what is the point of having independence when we use it to treat people different for what they are? It's late, close to midnight now but I am still filled with adrenaline from the events that took place earlier tonight. I was having a drink outside the local bar when I saw a group of white cloaked individuals chasing a colored man. I am no stranger to how they are treated but I was never one to agree with how they should be treated. We are all men, aren't we? We all breath the same are, don't we? I know if people knew I was different I would be treated the same... But it's only out of fear. People fear what they don't understand.

I can't really explain what happened tonight. My body just moved. I've never done it before. I just put down my drink and ran after the group, determined to help the colored man. There were punches and kicks, it's a blur. I was so angry... I was angry for how this man was being treated. Angry at how they were going to kill him because of the color of his skin. Somehow my hands started to light up... They were a red color, something I can't even begin to explain. It wasn't natural.... It was... Supernatural. But the man in my grasps turned into nothing but dusts in a matter of seconds. I don't know how it happened. How I did it. Am I a demon? Am I a servant of the devil? I don't want to hurt people. I don't want to be a killer.

One of the other men shot me with a gun but it didn't do anything. Am I dead? Did I die back on the Titanic?... Maybe that is what happened. William Smith died that night the ship went down and when he came to the surface of that frozen sea he was someone... Something new... Christopher Anderson.

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Zane Lancaster 4 - 15 - 2003

They found me. I knew one day they would. I miss my farm. my animals. My life. I have to find a new place to go now. Somewhere I will be able to hide. How can a demon with a soul hide? They can tell I'm different. They can tell I'm not dark or tainted anymore. I'm scared. I don't want to be like that again. I don't want to hurt anyone. I've hurt enough people.

I left that name behind. Zagan. Zagan represented the evil and darkness in my being back then. I don't even remember how I gained the name. I had a different one in my first life. Gesmas. The stupid bastard who mocked Jesus on the cross and found himself damned to hell. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that life. Change my life and avoid going to hell. There's no place like hell. There isn't even words to define how horrid it is there. I won't go back. I won't let them take me back and make me what I was before. No. I am Zane Lancaster now. I am a demon with a soul. I will fix the wrongs I have done. I will help who I can. I will.

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Ryker Nixon 5 - 3 - 2012

I'm going to find you, you fucking bastard. How dare you take her from me. How dare you take everyone I love. I will avenge them all and you will wish you could die you demonic fucker.

5 - 4 - 2012

I had a bit too much to drink last night. My name is Ryker Nixon and this journal is to help me keep track of my progress in finding the demon who killed my family. Ignore the whiskey and tear stains, I have a feeling they might come up a lot. Honestly, I am also writing this journal because being alone can be lonely... But I want someone to talk to. Maybe I can talk like I am talking to you again Christina. I miss you baby girl.

I'm sorry I wasn't there. Daddy loves you so much.... I miss you so much. When I see you in heaven again I will ride you around on my back like you always liked.... I'll play that little song on my guitar you always liked to listen to while you fell asleep.... I'm so sorry I failed you, Christina. I'm sorry I wasn't the father I was suppose to be. I hope you forgive me... There I go staining the book again, damn it. SCREW THIS

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Roman Blackwood 10 - 26 - 2012

My name is Roman Blackwood. I am a twenty year old witch from the coven; White Rose. I am a vampire but I am trying to learn how to control my need for blood. I am keeping this journal in order to help others who are turned into something inhuman... To show them that if I can do it they can do it. We choose what we want to be. I will not be a murderer.

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Luke Sullivan 1 - 10 - 2013

Uhm... Hi. My name is Luke Sullivan. I am writing this journal because doctor Barrette wants us to. I don't know what to talk about but he says we can talk about anything. I think this is some kind of psychological test. So, where to begin? I'm fifteen years old but will be sixteen in May. I live here in Deva Hills Asylum because my Aunt locked me away in here when I was about twelve years old or so. It's not all that bad I guess though, I met my best friend Micah Brennan because of this place. Well I'm not completely sure if that's a blessing or curse... Lol. You would have to meet Micah to understand what I mean.

So uhm.... On my eigth birthday my parents died in a car accident... I should of died too but for some reason time stopped and I got out. Yes, I mean time literally stopped, nothing moved besides me. I still don't really get what happened but all I know is I should of died too that day. I miss my mom and dad. They were great people. My dad was an awesome gutarist and my mom was a photographer. I loved them so much but I don't talk about them inf ront of Micah because he doesn't have parents either and I don't want to make him sad. Micah doesn't like adults. Which means he doesn't really listen to well and he has gotten us in trouble a few times. Anyways, me and Micah are really close though. I think if I had a brother I would want him to be like Micah. Well I guess Micah IS like a brother to me but... He's a jerk sometimes so maybe I don't want him to be. Yesterday he switched my pizza meal with his nasty chicken salad sandwich one. I mean if you get to the cafeteria in time you can get the good food but he likes to be late for whatever reason and then wants to trade me meals. Oh well, I guess I don't care that much. He's still a jerk though.

So, I think I wrote enough in todays journal page. At least I hope so, I don't want to write anymore. I'm feeling kind of tired from my shot I got earlier. The doctors say they are making me better but I don't know.

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Declan Walker 5 - 2 - 2013

Okay so I am starting this journal because Ellie wants me to be writing buddies with her or somthing I don't know. So here I am sitting here on the bed writing while she is over there at the table doing the same. No idea what to talk about. La la la la la. I guess I cou

5 - 3 - 2013

Yesterday was a bad day. Dad get's angry sometimes. I wish he didn't drink so much. Ellie doesn't understand what's going on and I want to keep it that way. If I get hit she doesn't. That's all that matters. I need to go to the hospital I think but I am scared. They will contact the authorities and I can't be seperated from my sister. My side hurts so bad I can't move. I think my rib is broken. Maybe I will be okay. I just will make dad happy and maybe he won't get angry again. If I went to the hospital I don't know what he would do. It'll be okay.

5 - 8 - 2013

So my rib was broken but I think everything is going to be okay. Dad wasn't mad. We are already on our way to a new town. Maybe everything will be different this time.

I miss mom