Dead Diary

Dead Diary

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Dead Diary tells the story of Mathilde, a young girl who has to deal with the usual difficulties of growing up: such as problems at school, not being noticed by that special boy, and having to constantly help ghosts find their peace: I’m tired. Dead tired. So tired I can barely stay awake to write this. After helping Mr Bircher search for his head all night, I’m a little annoyed too. Dad doesn’t help. He doesn’t know what it's like for a girl my age, trying to fit in at school as much as possible and trying to fit in all the dead people. It’s not easy being a soul helper. And so her diary entries begin. Through the school term, Mathilde will learn important life lessons she will never forget. Realising that ghosts and people are not as different as she thought . . . A Ghost Whisperer for a younger generation.
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**The Girl Who Stopped Writing** For as long as she could remember, Eba found solace in the pages of her diary. Each entry was a reflection of her soul-her dreams, her fears, her quiet moments of joy. Writing was more than a habit; it was her escape, her way of understanding the world and herself. But one day, she stopped. Something happened-something she never spoke about, not even to herself. The words that once flowed so freely now felt heavy, unreachable. The blank pages of her diary remained untouched, collecting dust as time moved forward without her. Days turned into weeks, then months, then years. Three years later, she found herself staring at an old, forgotten notebook. Her fingers hesitated over the cover, the weight of unspoken words pressing against her chest. And then, almost without thinking, she opened it. The ink felt foreign against the paper at first, but as she wrote, emotions poured out-sadness, happiness, guilt. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe it didn't have to be. Maybe this was the beginning of a new story.

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