The Sober Diaries Novels & Stories

Now, those sunflowers were being destroyed in front of me, as if they were pushing me back into the abyss. Not only that, but they even threw paint on the walls inside, ruining all the sunflowers there too. I was pinned to the ground, my eyes bloodshot, like a fish desperately struggling in despair. It was a stark contrast to Darcy's sinister face above me. I prayed Mona would come back soon. Every day, she drove down the mountain to get fresh vegetables, and she usually took about an hour to come back. If I calculated the time right, she should be back any minute now.

He cleared his throat dramatically and started reading from his phone. “‘I can’t get enough of them. Caspian fucks me so deep I forget how to breathe. Luka’s tongue on my clit makes me shake until I can’t see straight. And Asher… God, when he takes me from behind I feel completely owned. Sometimes I wonder if I’m addicted to them. If I’m becoming someone I don’t even recognize.’” Oh my God, my diary, the words I’d poured out in the safety of my own room now broadcast for the entire school.

I am aware that some are already asleep by this time but sleepiness is not approaching me. I decided to get my diary and write what happened on my day. Dear diary, It is undeniably a long and tiring day yet I am still awake. I am not just physically tired but also mentally and emotionally. I’m drained and I don’t know how to get back. I badly want to be alone but I know... I just really want to be found. Save me... those were the words I wanted to shout yet I know, no one is willing to save me. They would not save me. I am lost. Please... hear me. Yet many are deaf. Please... look at me but they were all blind.

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

Death was right, but the person who caused it would suffer from remorse until he died. Pictures taken of a beautiful birthday celebrated and a picture of a happy family... Demir looked at his watch while sitting on the terrace. It was : and tonight was the end. The day came when he would put his daughter alive in the grave. He took the last sip of his drink and stood up. She staggered to her daughter's room. He grabbed the door handle. He didn't have the courage to open it. He lowered the handle of the door and walked slowly towards his daughter. He was sleeping peacefully. He had told his daughter, his life, everything, one by one, about his plans for tomorrow. He listened and agreed, cryin

With tears still running through her face, she continued reading the last page of her diary. Dear Thyago's Notes: Tonight, my heart was wallowing in pain. I feel like dying little by little. Why couldn't this feeling just go away 'coz it hurts a lot I can't take it any longer.

I have to get closer to his body, maybe used his hand to block the wind. I cried as I did, especially since Ryan's eyes were still open, staring right into my soul. "Don't give me that look." I pushed at his head, causing it to make a cracking sound. And again I throw up. I looked at him; I don't know what I was feeling then. ‘Do spirits really haunt people?’ ‘Daddy won't like this if anyone ever found out I killed someone.’ The smell of burning flesh almost killed me. I lost everything from my stomach at that, and even when it was empty, I was still throwing up.

the Spirit’s smile faded. “Hmph…are you scared?” Diego asked, feeling she had gotten through to her. The Black Spirit showed no sign of fear. She called Diego’s bluffs, “You’re not nearly that stupid to take your own life.” “You don’t know how crazy I can become,” Diego snapped back. “Funny, we are one being. You are crazy, and I’m outa my mind,” the Spirit laughed. “Be gone, Diego!” The spirit, hanging her head, continued her singing.

Bella's POV: "Grief. That's what my life has turned into," I said, my voice a soft tremor echoing my inner turmoil. "I went from being a depressed teenage dirtbag who experimented with every single drug she could find at 14. Then I got myself into a rehab where I met a little girl who became my best friend. I got better for her, so she would know she could leave and not die in there like others. She managed to get out, but then she passed away a year and a half ago. The girl I got better for, the reason I fought so hard, passed away. They say you should get better for yourself, but what good is it if you have no one to celebrate your progress with? I mean, I should be proud of myself, and I

"And when I got back after being buried in snow for hours, all I wanted was to sleep, but you brought me a bowl of mutton stew, even though you knew I hated mutton, and tried to force me to eat it. To you, what I need or want doesn't matter. "That's all I wanted to say today. If you ever find time to deal with the divorce paperwork, give me a call. But don't call me for anything else. There's nothing left for us to talk about." I forced a smile and gave a polite nod to the room. "Enjoy yourselves. Bye." I turned to leave. Clement rushed after me. But then, behind us, someone suddenly shouted in panic, "Clement, something's wrong with Madison!" "Madison, stay with us! Don't fall asleep! Can y