Anonymous Diaries Novelas e Histórias

I pull out the drawer from my study desk and see colorful diaries of mine which I started to write since my high school, every year with every new colors. They are of brown, lavender, purple, pink, sky blue and black color. Altogether, there are six diaries which I had written in last six years. I had filled them with all the emotions at that time. My fear, my anxiety, my excitement, motivation, my frustration, my madness, my anger and the love I always had been yearning for. All of them were mentioned over there. All of the five diaries were complete but I had never been able to complete the last diary. It’s because I had never been able to write and explain the things that had happened to

Annie's P.O.V You know, if someone had told me that today was gonna be the day I was gonna die, then I would have at least prepared beforehand. Was there a way to stop my death now? When my mum was flipping through the pages of my diary with that disappointed and angry look on her face, and now, that look was directed at me.. My diary was like a second me. It knew everything, my life, my friends, my curhses, my wishes and inner desires, and oh… did I forget to mention that I sometimes cuss at my fate of having her as my mum? Damn!

Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept just like when it happened with Asher and Dan, and maybe even enjoy, but I chose my diary instead of confessing to my husband. It was locked down, the boys and I were on a little break and the only cock I had in my hot pussy was David, my husband. I wanted to explore, but I couldn’t since I'd vowed to the boys that I belonged to them alone. Without the boys, I turned to my diary to pen down how I met my husband.

Dear Diary, My first day at college did not go as expected to say the least. My roommate is a little odd, I mean she literally has barely said two words to me. Her name is Annabelle and I think she's like a pre-law major or some shit. Classes haven't even started and I haven't seen her take her eyes off the thick ass textbooks she already bought. I had tried multiple times to start a decent conversation but she seemed less than interested.

She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters: “I’m twenty, and I don’t know anything about sex. I just got my first boyfriend, and I want to be ready before I lose my innocence. But I’m too shy to ask anyone. So I’ve been listening to a podcast where women talk about their intimate experiences. These are their stories, written down in my own words, so I’ll never forget them.” Chloe’s lips parted slowly. So it wasn’t just a diary. It was like a treasure chest of confessions, each one borrowed from real women who had once bared their souls on a podcast. The anonymous writer had captured them, page by page.

Dear Diary, From the very first day I became a vampire, I hated my life and I always thought that God was punishing me for still choosing to work in the tavern even though he did not like it. I stayed in that empty cave alone with nowhere to go after leaving the town. During those lonely days it felt as if death would have been a better option, because there was nothing happy or interesting about life anymore. Until my sister, Dana found me. I call her my sister because from the very first day I met her, that is all she has been to me. She gave me a home with a nice big room, she gave me comfort, she gave me love, and she took me on so many wonderful adventures. It was on one of our adventur

Its leather cover was cracked, and the corners had begun to peel away. He opened it carefully. The first few pages contained routine notes—coordinates, weather conditions, supply inventories, names of checkpoints. Nothing unusual. Then the handwriting changed. It became less formal. More personal. Noah frowned. “This isn’t a military journal.” “What is it?” Ava asked. “A diary.” He continued turning the pages. The entries were unsigned. There were no dates. Only observations. Volkov argued with the captain again today. Marcus still cheats at cards. Ethan snores loud enough to wake the dead.

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

The top-right corners of the pages keep crumbling into charcoal. I stare at the burnt diary. This is the diary of someone who must have gotten seriously hurt in that day’s blast, I think. Not many people survived the blast; I was one of the few who did. The diary is in bad shape. It doesn’t look as though the person to whom it belongs would have survived the blast. I open the first unburned page. There is no name. Just the initials—RD. ‘You’re late’, Shrey looks at me and says.

--- Pinakuha ni Annica ang bangkay ng kaibigan. Ipinalibing niya nang disente. Hindi niya mabitaw-bitawan ang isang lumang libro, na nakuha niya sa ilalim ng unan ni Lovely. DIARY. Lahat nakatala doon. Walang labis. Walang kulang. Doon na lamang nalaman ni Annica ang mga nangyari sa kaibigan. -