Write a series of diary entries from the point of view of someone hiding, evading capture.
They can be hiding for whatever reason you like, but think about why they are writing in a diary and who they might hope will find it.
It’s day one. Moma says she will be back in just six days, but then she muttered something under her breath that I couldn’t understand. I know she’s here though. She keeps scratching at the door and screaming in the hallway. It’s like a little game I guess!
It’s day two. I’m starting to wonder if Moma is gonna come back. I’m not even sure If she’s here. It’s cold, dark, ...
She’s warm but made of knives
I thought this would be better
She’d believe in me
She’d be my protector
But her lamp that promised light
Is electrocuting me instead
Now the at mercy of her power
Withholding praise in her ivory tower
She calls a traumatized me lazy
She makes me and her both crazy
Then jabs me
Plugs into things I’m proud of
Just to stab me
So now I’m on th...
I am taking a message to the Army from General Holtheiser. I climb onto of Courage, the horse given me for the journey, and start riding. It should take a week to get there.
Let me introduce myself. I am Tomàs Rochester and I am a soldier in the Army. I am 20 years old, have black hair, blue eyes and everyone says I have a stubborn disposition.
I was chosen for this journey for no reason ...
March 1st, 4076
Dear diary, the robots got mommy today.
I witnessed them tearing her organs out.
It was scary.
I hope that isn’t me someday.
I don’t wanna kill people,
I don’t like blood!
March 5th, 4076
Today they got daddy.
I hope he meets mommy in heaven.
Right now I’m hiding under the bed.
I can see the robot’s feet.
Or rather- wheels.
They are covered with blood!
I can hear ...
Dear Diary - You are the only one I can share my true self with. I am not sure how I would be able to live in this world without you. You let me release the demond within me, so that I can continue to live my peaceful life.
Today I went to our local clinic as I had not been feeling well. They had the odasity to bring in a student to see me. Not only did she have to do her full anylsis on me, but...
I’m a criminal, Mommy and me. We spend all day in the car. I used to play with my Matchbox cars, vroom vroom white Chevy Corvette with red racing stripes vroom vroom Piston Popper Rolamatic electric blue vroom. Mommy said my cars give her a migraine. I don’t know what a migraine is. Mommy says it’s a headache with tears. I was real quiet for a long long time. So much cornfields. At the gas station...
It’s me again. I can’t even remember how long it’s been. I’ve been running for so long now it feels like this has always been my life. All I know is I can’t be found. He can’t find me. I can’t go through that all again. I wouldn’t survive it. I’m in Rome right now. It’s beautiful here. It’s a shame it had to take running for my own life for me to see the world. Anyway. I’ll write again. Not s...
Diary Entry #1:
March 1st, 20XX
I can't believe this is happening. My heart is pounding, and fear courses through my veins as I write these words. I'm on the run, hiding from those who seek to capture me. How did it come to this? It all started innocently enough, but now I'm trapped in a never-ending game of survival.
It began when I stumbled upon a secret document, an exposé revealing the corr...
Entry 1: Whoever you are, get out. I don’t know what this thing is, I don’t know why it’s here, but I need you to get away. It burst through the cave wall and swallowed Jorgen before anyone even knew what happened. I couldn’t explain what it looked like, it moved so fast it was just a blur leaving black marks all over the cave walls and mining equipment. But please, whoever you are, please stay aw...
17 September 1849
Tonight is our first night away from the plantation. We been planning our escape for awhile. It’s a good thing our massa— former massa, is a heavy sleeper. We made sure to leave at the darkest time of the night, we’even braved wild coyotes and other things that crawl in the dark. But we’s on our way to becoming a free people, so a couple critters don’t matter. Lord be with us. ...
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