Rosemary Kennedy Diary Novels & Stories

I shifted my pillow, beneath I found cards— joker cards. It brought back memories, I often play those cards with Raymond when I was 20. I pulled the drawer of my desk, a little sparkling ring, Richard gifted me on my 22nd birthday. It doesn't fit my finger. Next to it was my rose hair pin. My hand wafted a Neon pink journal, a caption written— “Harley's diary.” I flipped it over to read………..

Lucifer- Rosemary was making me crazy. I’d never been so entranced with anyone. She knew exactly how to get to me. When I saw her butt naked tonight in front of everyone giving that fool a lap dance, everyone wanted her, to say I was infuriated would be an understatement. I really didn’t want the company of those women trying to entertain us. My mind had been on Rosemary all night. Then when she was wanting to leave with Josiah that was the last fucking straw.

" I lowered my gaze to the card again. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was looking for answers that didn't exist. Ryder had already told me. I talked too much. I slept. That was it. Still... I couldn't bring myself to throw the card away. Instead, I walked toward my bookshelf and pulled out the leather-bound diary I had kept since I was sixteen. Between pages filled with old memories, pressed flowers, random sketches, and thoughts I'd never shared with anyone... I carefully slipped the black key card inside. Closed the diary. Then slid it back into its place. Hidden.

She went to the sink and washed her hands. She looked out the window at the dark garden. The rosemary was still there — she could just see it in the low light from the kitchen, the small bush Dante had brought from the nursery he had recently discovered, planted on a Saturday in October with both their hands in the dirt. It had survived the winter. She could see the shape of it against the mulch. She turned off the tap. She dried her hands. She turned around and looked at the thing wearing her husband's face and said — "What do you want for dinner?"

Dayholt brought it for him, but forgetting all that Ryan had to pay for this. He wrote a lot of quotes, lyrics and some one liner too, there was one with a gardener, he read it, opening the 52nd page where a small dried lily petal was as a bookmark, “That gardener knew everything, he stayed quite, but how long? How long can he stay silent…” Interrupting his reading, he heard their front door cracking. He knew his friend came back, but it was too quick. He snapped closed the diary, hiding it under the bed when Darius came there carrying a white packet.

I spun around in the black desk chair watching as the white walls mixed with the blur of my Colton Dixon poster and the purple of my roommates tapestry. I stopped myself staring back down at the bright pink diary laying flat on the dark wood of the desk. My mother had gotten it for me as a going away gift to "reflect on my choices while away at college" but I don't think we have the same idea of what good and bad decisions are anymore. I opened the cover revealing the thin gray lines running down the first page and grabbed a pen from the cup on the left hand side of the desk.

she said and showed us a black book that she hid in her coat "Is it,,,," "Yes, it is his diary, he kept it at his bed drawer like he did when we were still together, guess old habits die hard" she said smiling "Rose you are a genius!" Risa exclaimed "Now lets get home and hopefully find some useful information" she replied. By the time we got home it was almost 11pm but we were not even feeling sleepy, We went straight to mom's bedroom and began going through the Diary, There was nothing really useful except a few phone number and some important dates,

The familiar voice of the doctor called her in, and she took a deep breath before stepping inside. Dr. Parker sat behind his desk, his usual calm and collected demeanor intact. His brown hair was neatly combed, and his hazel eyes flickered with knowing confidence. He looked up, his gaze locking onto hers as she closed the door behind her.“Rose,” he greeted, his tone neutral but laced with understanding. “I wasn’t expecting you this early. What’s happened?” Mrs. Rose sighed, running a hand through her hair as she took a seat in the chair across from him. She was trying to maintain her composure, but the strain was evident in her voice. “Everything’s unraveling, Parker. Ken... he’s a shadow of

"I'm sorry. I didn't know he did that. Did he do that after I texted him the picture of Arlo kissing your cheek?" I nod and Rosa cries slightly. She hands me a lollipop as a peace offering. I accept her candy and know that I can't fully trust Rosa. I can't trust her with this, but news about my love life can only be shared with my diary. The diary I will never write because words on paper are eternal confessions of the mind, body, and spirit.

His fingers are cold. They found something, he says. In her apartment. A diary. Years of entries. Leather-bound. Hundreds of pages. She has been planning this since before Eleanor was born. She wrote about you. About me. About Eleanor. About every detail of our lives. She knew what we ate for breakfast. She knew when we went to sleep. She knew when we fought. She knew when we made love. She knew everything. She knew things we forgot ourselves. I look at Evelyn. You have been watching us for years.