THIS IS A FICTIONAL DIARY ENTRY BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

Tuesday,March 13,2012

Dear diary,

Today I’m piloting a flight from the Dominican Republic to New York. It’s my first time flying the plane, BN-2A MK. I’m meant to have 12 people on board including myself. If I’m honest I’m pretty nervous about it, you see, I’m flying over the so-called ‘Bermuda Triangle’. The Bermuda Triangle ...

(Ignore the prompt pls, I’m broke and can’t afford free write)

I

remember

the

night

as

if

it

happened

yesterday:

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It was but a quiet yet rainy night in the inked forest outside my ligneous cottage. I sat, as I did every night, with my wife, Eli, on our antiquated leather couch. A tv sat upon a tall, redwood table afront of us, showing our ...

You stare at the hard cobble ground, your feet pounding against it like sticks to a drum. You look up and stop abruptly at the sight. The first emotion shop to open in your quiet, boring village was less than twenty steps away from your house. A few years ago you would’ve been shocked by the idea of extracting other’s emotions just for a little happiness, but now, after she died, you hadn’t felt a...