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I Read The Unknown Diary

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"Actually you've left behind your diary. It would be great if you would let me know your current address. So that I can give it back to you, Mr Hanson -" I said.

"NO NO! I don't need it, alright? You can just chuck it in the trash. It doesn't belong to me anymore." Mr Hanson interrupted.

Immediately, he hung up the call.

That was wierd! Who would not care about a diary they wrote for days or months or years? 
After all, there was somebody's personal life in it. 

The curiosity was killing me.

That man is surely a mysterious one. No doubt!

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Recollections of the dead by SleepyPersonHere

The only thing left of him was his diary. That stupid diary he had made him write. The thing felt pointless now. How was it meant to help him, if he wasn't even here anymore? Dream knew he only wrote in it to keep him happy. To make him worry less. It felt so important at the time. How could he not worry about him? How could he not worry when Dream would find him confused about where he was, saying the last thing he remembered being something that happened days ago? The diary was meant to help. Help him keep track of things. It was useless now. Just holding the thing made him feel bitter and disgusted. What was the point? What use was a diary to a dead person? [ONE SHOT] [COVER: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/778700591844095511/]

Massacre-ade by RebelPeanut

Rachel's father just mysteriously passed away. The only question is, why did he leave a letter and the deed to his house to me? And why did he tell me never to trust Andrew? How am I supposed to keep all of this information from my best friend, Rachel? At least you're here through it all... I just wish I were able to tell you how I feel about you. I just know that I've got a bad feeling about all of this.

The Right Choice. by AshAwesomeAndSweet17

They say "curiosity killed the cat". What if you found yourself between two warring Italian mafias. What if you meet a mysterious man who seems to know everything about you somehow. A man who will open old wounds and solve the mystery to your father's death. Can your families be tied somehow? Sneak peak: "Do you know why you are here Skyler?" He stared into my eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt, then undid his tie and placed it on the chair. I suddenly found it hard to breathe. "Umm...uh...I don't, I don't know? I just woke up and found myself here" I stammered, trying to avoid his eyes but they held me like a prisoner, "Do you know who I am?" He asked moving onto his belt unbuckling it, sliding it off and putting it in the chair to join the tie and blazer and I swallowed again as he.... -New updates every Saturday and Wednesday:) -Completed. From February 10th to July 10th 2022. -Word Count: 164,464 words.

Deep Like Water (Yandere!BEN Drowned X GN!Reader) by jarofrottenapples

You never expected your parents to abandon you at the age of sixteen, and if it wasn't for the man your parents took in when you were ten, you would have been completely alone. Even after a year, you still half-expected them to come back. Your seventeenth birthday came and went with only two people to celebrate it, and you weren't related to either of them. Then came your eighteenth with the same two people. Your hobbies carried you through the loneliness that you found yourself in-although, your guardian told you again and again that ghost hunting wasn't a hobby. When a string of murders ravaged your town, your interest in both the paranormal and technology came in handy. If it wasn't for you, the case would never have been solved, and you never would have brought someone back from the dead, even if he did torture you with his embarrassingly truthful compliments and flirtatious lines. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)

THE MUSE GANG by Donaaloy

Imagine living a life today where no one listens to you. Then tomorrow, a ghost pops up who could do any possible thing you want him to do for you. But first of all, you need to do something for him first. Gotta admit... my life was hell fun but being backed up by a ghost really came with some side effects. Let's talk freaky in THE MUSE GANG. A gang of ghosts and humans sharing a bond of no imagination. Welcome to my crazy highschool life of a pervert. My name is Edward Hanson. And my life had never been dramatic.

Leather Jacket by bunnybluewriter

If the loss of her closest bestfriend wasn't enough she had to go and lose her family by a single phone call too , at the hand of the biggest, meanest and most feared man known to anyone. Poor Alice never saw any of this coming when she started off in a quaint little coffee shop in town. He wore his leather jacket like the blood of his victims, realed her in with his good looks and charm only for her to fall for her inevitable fate anyway . Doomed to a life with him. A life far worse than anyone would ever imagine wanting. No one could love a monster. No one was that desperate or stupid except her. She was his long before she even knew it ... "You're going to Love me " - Marco Romano *Started 28 May 2019 * *Finished 16 November 2020* *Edited 25 November 2020*

Damaged Souls by RosieGirl25

[COMPLETED] "If you let me leave now, I won't tell anyone what you did sir..." I grumbled, and he smirked a little, as if it was a hilarious joke. "Like I said, you aren't leaving Caroline..." Caroline was once a perfectly happy child, she had a home, food, warmth. She had a father, a brother, and a wonderful mother... but her mom died in a crash. She and her brother had to leave their father who couldn't handle his anger and his grief. As runaways, she and her brother, Dustin, are cold, hungry, and only have each other to face the merciless cruelties of the world. Alone she was followed by a man that was helpful, and kind. But just when she thought she could trust him, he took off the mask of a normal man, and hurt her in ways unimaginable. Trapped, she was forced into waiting out her time thinking of the world, her mom, and her life. She had to do something hard, she had to make a choice. She could stay and be hurt and trapped, but fed and warm, or leave and be cold and hungry, but free...

First Love, The Sinner & The Saint by LouLeigh481

Have you ever felt like life wasn't enough, like you were going through the motions day in, day out, all you wanted was a change. Well one day I woke up and made that change, I was no longer the well behaved boy that did as he was told, I was a new person and I wanted to do things my way. I wanted to do what made me feel alive, even if that was murder of innocent people, I wanted to grab someone and watch the life drain out of their faces, it pleased me.. it made me feel alive. This is my story of heartbreak and turmoil, friends lost and friends gained, families torn apart by my needs. This is my life, and I'm proud to be the man I am. Dated created 9th August 2020 Date completed 15th August 2020 Word count 50,000-60,000

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Recollections of the dead

The only thing left of him was his diary. That stupid diary he had made him write. The thing felt pointless now. How was it meant to help him, if he wasn't even here anymore? Dream knew he only wrote in it to keep him happy. To make him worry less. It felt so important at the time. How could he not worry about him? How could he not worry when Dream would find him confused about where he was, saying the last thing he remembered being something that happened days ago? The diary was meant to help. Help him keep track of things. It was useless now. Just holding the thing made him feel bitter and disgusted. What was the point? What use was a diary to a dead person? [ONE SHOT] [COVER: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/778700591844095511/]