EpicThoth3 here, with a new story that should make you cry. If it does not you are heartless. It's called Dead Man's Diary for a reason. Short chapters, first person POV, and extremely sad. This should be good.

P.S. The quote from the cover reads, 'Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.' (Desiderius Erasmus)


Today is Isabella's eighteenth birthday. She won't be celebrating it, of course. Why would she? Not after what happened five years ago.

I want to scream out that I'm right here, right outside her window, but I don't. She can't hear me. Nobody can. They can't see me, either. Or touch me. But I'm here. From this position on the street, I can see her looking out her bedroom window, at my house. Her eyes are red - she's been crying.

A car zooms by, passes right through me. I don't mind it. Over the last five years, I've grown used to it. Another of the many lasting effects of... whatever it was that happened on her thirteenth birthday. That event which changed our lives forever.

No, I can't tell you what happened that day, five years ago. I can't tell you because I'm not entirely sure myself. We all were having a great day up until it happened. It's like I just... disappeared from the world entirely, left it without a trace.

But that's not what anyone would tell you. If you came to my town and asked about me, people would point to an oak tree, just like the one in my backyard.

But this one isn't in my backyard.

It's at the top of a hill.

In a cemetery.

They point you there because beneath it, a gravestone bears my name.

They point you there because they think I am dead.

But I'm not dead. I'm just... lifeless.


If you were wondering, yes, this was my attempt at making a bipolar story. The kind that gets reviews like, 'I hate you. Write more.' If you leave a review like that, I will not blame you.