Founddiary Stories

Ugh, moving all my stuff in is such a mess. I'm dead tired. Dinner? Ugh, I don't even feel like cooking - okay, I'll just order something. I flop onto my bed, ready to crash. And then... I see it. On the shelf, tucked away... a diary. Ooh, a diary! Could it be my owners'? The couple who rented me this place before moving abroad? My heart is racing. I know the woman, Aanya, the one who rented me this place. Looks like a love story... and I can't resist. I know it's not exactly good manners to read someone else's diary, but a love story like this? Irresistible. I have to see it for myself. With a thrill, I open the first page and start reading.

"Sometimes, the deepest wounds are not seen-but felt in silence." As time passes, there are stories left unwritten. Not for the lack of words, but for the fear that someone might read them. But sometimes, the sea itself finds a way to bring lost voices back to shore. A diary washes up on the coast-its ink slightly smudged, its pages wrinkled, yet its words remain intact, screaming into the quiet. This is not fiction. Someone wrote this, someone suffered, someone wondered if anyone was waiting at the end of their unfinished pages. But as the words unfold, a stranger in the future reads them-and for some reason, a thought lingers in his mind: Why does this feel less like someone else's story... and more like mine?

Rylan is a boy in 7th grade and is interested in knowing about space. He starts a practical idea to know many things about space and witnessing them practically. At the start of his practical idea, he thought of looking at the red moon. However,the location he chose for it was a place named 'The Red Road'. And soon,something unexpected happens.

Heaven and hell can fight all they want, but the nameless ones fight harder.