Diary Mantan Novels & Stories

This is a record of what came after my end, of the choices I’ve made, and the ones I couldn’t escape. I am not writing to be remembered. I am writing to remember. This isn’t just a diary. It’s a map. A warning. A confession. Maybe, in these pages, you’ll find a piece of yourself — or maybe you’ll realize something has been watching you, too. Either way, the moment you opened this… You stepped into my world. And once you're in, there's no going back. With silence between the heartbeats, —Cullen

The diary and stack of photos I had shoved under a pile was still there. Folding my legs like a monk, I settled on the hardwood floor and began to read. The diary went back years ago and it was a bit fascinating to see my mom from another perspective. In her diary, she wrote about her adventures and some of the crazy things she wanted to achieve or do. It's like having a best friend confide in you. I got so absorbed in it that I didn't notice the tidbits about Andre hearts knock in halfway through the diary. It started with little notes about a handsome, attractive older man and then progressed into romantic dates.

The room fell silent. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Because after twenty-eight years... They had found them. --- Dani's hands trembled as she picked up the first journal. The cover felt fragile. Ancient. Important. A piece of history. A piece of truth. Slowly, she opened it. The first page contained only a date. Twenty-nine years ago. One year before Sarah disappeared. One year before everything changed. Below the date sat a handwritten entry. The ink slightly faded. Still readable. Still clear.

The familiar scent of vanilla mixed with cinnamon hit my nostrils as I moved towards her bed while taking in her room. The last time I was here, I was so busy indulging in whatnot that I couldn't take it all in but now it is different. The room was extremely neat just as i expected it to be. “A diary” I muttered examining the book I picked up from her bed, lying open with a pen beside it. My brows deepened in thoughts as i read her entry for today, 20th May 2020 “Dear diary, all I want to talk about is HIM, I simply cannot get him off my head,he is all I think of every now and then, what am I supposed to do?....” I read softly aloud.

Those thoughts filled her mind. So today, she would finally do something about it. She had bought a brand new diary from the store. It was a special one. With leather on it and a strange P monogrammed on the cover. It was far fancier than anything the Dollar Tree should be selling. Finding it was a score that had Kristen grinning. She was enamored with her new diary. She was eager to get started on it. The diary was thick, too. She could write so many of her naughty ideas in them.

The diary, a vessel of memories, became a bridge that connected the present to a past brimming with hope, love, and the indomitable spirit of a woman who had left an indelible mark on their hearts. The room was cloaked in a poignant silence as Larry continued to turn the pages of Sophia's diary. Margaret, Sandra, and Abigail sat huddled together, their eyes fixed on the weathered parchment that held the remnants of Sophia's dreams. The air seemed to echo with the weight of unspoken emotions, the collective sorrow of dreams left unfulfilled.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.

I grab the pen from my bag and open diary to write. 2022: Dear mom, Today I lost everything in my life. —Emma