The Absolutely True Diary Of A Part-time Indian Novels & Stories

Since I didn’t own much, it didn’t take long. Then, I noticed something tucked beneath the bed. A navy blue journal. It was mine. Flipping it open, my eyes landed on memories I couldn’t recall but had once written. "Day one of our marriage. Shawn didn’t come home." "He said I was manipulative. That I drugged him to marry me. But I don’t even remember that night." "Attempt 1: He said even if I died in front of him, he wouldn’t flinch." "Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me."

"I've spent three years deciding how much of the truth you could handle, Mira. I'm starting to understand that was never actually my decision to make." She didn't answer that. Filed it away instead, the way she filed everything lately, next to a business card and a car outside her window and a debt with an approval date that didn't add up — one more piece of a puzzle she was only now starting to understand had been assembled around her, piece by careful piece, long before she'd ever agreed to play a part in it. The warehouse district came up fast, dark buildings crouched low against a sky gone the color of an old bruise, and somewhere in the middle distance a single light burned over a loadi

can remember them allowing their parents to wipe the tears in their eyes only to cry and start the process all over again. It was all like a dark movie to me. I didn't do anything, I just watched. I didn't move an inch, I just watched. I existed but I wasn't there. Do you know how hard it is to be in the cast of a movie and yet not see yourself in the movie? I can't tell you anything about my childhood because I remember nothing good or bad about it. It was just there. I can remember myself running as fast as I could to win a race only to discover that the other runners had reached the finish line and I was still far behind. I cried to my Mum and she did everything in her power to keep my q

Their mom told the siblings that she will give the testifier money from the money she had saved to get a house, although the promise was direct on the banners and flyers one would know with the meagre amount of money that the family was poor, and that was all they could afford. "Why are we doing this, we can easily go through digital media," Sarah suggested and stopped a girl hawking pure water in sachet nylon. "Give me two pure sachet waters, I am thirsty." The girl smiled and gave her the water she demanded. Sarah thanked the girl and drank the water quickly squeezing the drops of water that remained inside the nylons with her hand into her mouth. "Going to the media would cost a lot of mo

, I see you as my light. Be strong for me", I said.She pressed her lips together as the tears kept streaming down her cheeks. One would see me and think me as a pedophile, she's only 11yrs old.The more I try to understand why I feel connected to her, the more I grew to love her. I straightened up, staring down at her.She came closer, giving me a tight bear hug, her head resting on my stomach. I sighed, stroking her hair gently."Don't die, Uncle Ryan. I want you to buy me ice candy when you return. Can you do that for me?", she asked, looking up into my eyes.I smiled."Yes. Yes, I will". It was my last reply.I didn't get to see her before she was taken to Russia. When I returned and was told s

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

Every day I went a different way to school, the coffee shop where I worked, even home so no one would know my routine. I even signed up to do virtual yoga in the mornings plus on days where I have off from work and school I go out and see what Phoenix has to offer. I have fallen in love with their Arts and Culture especially their culture with their Mexican and Native American influences. And the landscape here is so beautiful with the mountains and deserts it’s so breathtaking. I try to go hiking every weekend of course I have my entourage following close behind for my safety until Noah is caught. But I don’t think I’ll ever be safe knowing that I helped put the Reza sons in federal prison.

*Brief Introduction. *Book name: Dynamic Diary of Tee. *Author name: Omah Susan. *Dedication This book is dedicated to all my loyal fans so far who had in one way or the other encouraged me. *AL RIGHTS RESERVED ® No part of this book should be republished or uploaded in any other website nor app without the author's consent. Be warned. This story is partially a true life story as it is a book. Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues.

“I like that it didn’t magically fix everything either. She didn’t just fall back into his arms. She paused. Thought about it. That’s real.” He gave a small, approving nod. “This isn’t some fantasy about being the guy. It’s about what happens when you’re not, and you stop pretending.” He let that sit for a second longer, then sighed quietly. “Man learned the hard way… You can’t build something real on a version of yourself you don’t even believe in.” Adam closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, focus returning. Then, with a small exhale, he opened the diary once more and turned the page, ready to see what came next.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in a horror movie? Me neither, until the death of my best friend. My life was perfect until it all came crashing down. . . I looked in the dirty mirror; my big brown eyes that used to carry joy and happiness were now bloodshot from studying way too hard for the physics test I had in the morning. I sat up in my swivel chair and began reading my hardcover textbook. After about an hour of cramming information in my head, I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I turned the light on and examined my face; I had chapped lips, eye bags, my curly hair looked a mess, and my light caramel skin tone looked nothing as it did. I looked pal