Diary Entry -30 Days No Contact Period Result Part 2
As a result barely a few hours later, finding out she had got back together with her ex, didn’t have anywhere near the impact it would have had otherwise, and…
Diary Entry -30 Days No Contact Period Result Part 1
I can confirm that on the evening of Day 30, I met another “christian woman” who snapped me right out of my obsessive “one woman” thinking from the last month…
Diary Entry - Social Media/Networking
Today it occurred to me . The advent of Social Media in this information age, has actually hamstrung me and many people like me with less than fully developed…
Dear...
Dear Diary. Why do I speak to you like you will ever respond? For that matter, why do I keep you at all? It is a rare occurance indeed when I feel the urge to…
Dear Diary
Dear diary. Well, the good news is that, after six days, I finally got some sleep. The bad news is that I passed out at work while helping a customer. It…
Teenagers
I hate therapy. It’s for psychopaths and emotionally compormised losers. I am neither of those. I’m just a teenager. And teenagers do stupid things. Stupid…
World is Collapsing.
Her wandering arms faltered, and she concentrated on reaching air first, before attempting to stand in the now chest-deep slime. Her diary must have fallen in…
No Key
(12/02/10 – Day 129) When your trapped and there’s just no key, & you can’t breathe ... I breathe for you Tonight was supposed to be about me, but it wasn’t…
A Single Yellow Lily
(12/01/10 – Day 128) Today I felt myself about to cry after work. My little 3rd graders knew that I wasn’t feeling good; So after school, I bought a new pair…
Tattooed
(11/14/10 - Day 111) Today I decided to curl up with a good book. I can see the leaves still falling from the trees from my bedroom window. The setting is…
Once a Thief?
“Who are you?” Sara squinted in the dimness. “ Where are you? Late for what?” “So many questions for one so young.” A tall, orange-skinned male stepped into…
Through the Bathroom Window
Sara kept to the shadows around the school. The day’s humiliation warmed her cheeks. How dare he read her diary to the class? He should know better. She could…
Ganymede, Day One
There may come a time when I call this my home--this place of stale, recycled air, of methane rain beating weakly on envirosuits--but until then, I find myself…
My Brother
*Carrie’s diary, 12th Feb* In my dreams, I always have a brother. His name’s Liam, and I dream about him a lot. It’s strange to wake up and only have two…
June 15, 1944
We were in charge of placing the Marines safely on the beach. “Safe.” We were to place over 8000 men in a horrible position in front of an enemy that knows we…
False Friend
Julie was very convincing. She had of course done it herself. Six months on and she was still hounding me. ‘Why are you doing this to yourself? Get on with it…
11:11 AM, 8/18/09
11:11 AM. Make a wish, it might come true. Silently, all I could think about was the dream. No, not the murderous one, where Sean is the murderer. A different…
Scruples (1)
Yesterday was amazing, for all the wrong reasons. It was fourth period, the bell had already rang and I was wobbling my way to the door of the courtyard. I had…
Things Are Getting a Little Too Normal (4)
Frank’s cousin, Marissa MacFarlane was also on Lisa’s team. Marissa is a painfully popular junior girl who was voted “Most Talkative” in middle school. She is…
Things Are Getting a Little Too Normal (3)
I noted that Lisa seems to have moved on from Frank. Her team was playing against the Spanish Soccer Team, aka the kids who seem to turn any sport involving a…