Burari Diary Novels & Stories

Feeling ‘At Home’ I discovered this story in Deuta’s black leather-bound diary. Well, we discovered it: Nisim and I. To be frank, my friend, Biswa, may claim to be a co-discoverer as well, because of his timely presence during the discovery. This story is my personal contribution to the folklore I take pride in – the folklore of Kamarsuburi.

And I took privacy in high regard, you know. I battled with myself for a second between my morals and my curiosity. Well, of course curiosity won. I needed to find out what the meaning of my dream was. Who knows, it might contain important information that could help my survival. First, I opened up the diary to the latest page. My eyes almost popped as I read the words "Live Well, Sarang" written clearly in the middle of the page. It looked like it hadn't dried all the way before closing, as some of the ink stained onto the page next to it.

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

In her eight years, this was the first time she got wounded. I placed the blood in a tube like container. I stopped reading, my heart raced and I suddenly get restless. I placed the journal in my pocket and went upstairs. I took a peek in Talia’s room and saw her asleep. I was about to close the door when I saw something, it was glistening in her room. Tube like glass and contains a shimmering orange liquid. Wait! That’s the one Barbara was pertaining in her journal. I closed the door and head back to Barbara’s room.

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

Jane said, as she pulled her girlfriend to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth. Lara smiled as she watched her best friends passionately embrace. She did have to admit that Tabby’s suit was shockingly small. The tiny micro bikini was made of pink lace and was virtually transparent. Tabby’s pierced nipples shone through the cups of the small top and she could even see the outline of her vaginal lips in the minuscule thong bottom.

Hi peekaboo diary. So happy that I changed the old Diary that seems to be filled with only bad memories. But I promise you, that I'm filling you with hot and steamy memories. So let's just recap about my life. I'm Rumi. I married my high school boyfriend and have two beautiful children. However, my marriage turned into divorce because of that asshole. I spent nearly 20 years with the same man, faithful, and loyal. On the eve of Christmas eve, in the northeast winters, my friend Sara and I met up at a local restaurant bar to grab some drinks and catch up on all the happenings in our lives.

🖱️Victor🖱️ The moment Sammy and Jane left the room with Jayden, the room felt different nAnd somehow more dangerous. I reached inside my coat and pulled out the diary. My mother’s diary. The one that only answers when it wants to. The one that showed me fragments of what was coming before I even understood them. My fingers tightened around it before I opened it. The pages that had been blank before now shimmered faintly. Then slowly, like ink bleeding through water, words began to appear.

She marvelled at her erratic heart beats and wondered if they would ever get normal in his presence. As she searched her bag for the comb, she found the small handpocket sized diary that she bought in a thrift store a long time back. She opened it and skimmed through the enty pages of the book when a crazy creative idea popped up. Smiling to herself, she picked a pen from the nearby table as she decided to write about all the beautiful memories she had with Ronan the previous day. This way, she can relive them whenever she wanted without missing out on even the smallest details. Excerpts from Anya's Diary:

Rolling her eyes and sighing at the implication, she shook her head and gave him a sarcastic British sounding, “No!” Shoving the drawer shut with an irritated slam, she stood and crossed her arms as she faced him. “I never forget anything. Ever! Someone was snooping around our room, Rafik. What the hell would anyone want with my childhood diary? I didn’t even become interesting until about five years ago or so when I discovered oral sex.” Trying to calm her quick temper, he came to her and put his hands on her cheeks. “Who would not want to take a peek inside such a beautiful mind?”