The Journal Entry

It was a fine day again today, just like how it was for the past few weeks. All through out the country the height of the summer is in full effect and everyone feels it. Edward was one of those people who really love summer. He loves how the sun shines ever so brightly. He loves the cloud playfully teasing the sun as it covers momentarily it's lights.

Edward also loves to watch the birds fly over the hills and highlands and watch the butterflies play among themselves across the green meadows of their peaceful village.

He was feeling real good today and decided to go out early and have his breakfast on the village diner. He walked out merrily off his little tavern and went straight to the eatery. He was met by the lovely shopkeeper Lisa and he smiled, wave and would have gone for a hug if she would just let him. But he settled down with her smile and her tantalizing eyes.

She asked about his well being and for his order. It was still early and they were just opening up so there aren't that many customers and they could chitchat for a bit. He ordered a special omelet along with their special bread. How special was that omelet? That's a bit expensive for an egg meal but it was worth it since Lisa would personally write whatever message you want on that omelet in ketchup.

She didn't even bothered asking Edward what he would like his omelet read and she went on to prepare the dish. She used a bit of butter, a pair of eggs, some herbs, some meat pieces, some spices and a whole lot of milk and cheese. Just from the ingredients that she carefully prepared, one can tell that it was really going to be a special dish.

After cooking the omelet she had written "have a great day" on the omelet in a cursive and a lovely craftsmanship. She served it in front of Edward and the young lad was evidently happy with his grinning and flustered cheeks.

She sat in front of him and they talked over the meal with a heartfelt jolly. It was a fine day really, more than fine, the day was starting to look like a perfect day for Edward.

Although, as slowly as he tried to finish his food, the time came when they had to part and he had to go to the city for a day of work. He bade goodbye to Lisa with a full stomach and a jumping heart and she heeded farewell with a charming blink.

He went on his way and started his walk towards the city. It was still early and he decided to walk off the carbs he just ingested. He waved at his nephews and nieces who were playing on the playground that he passed by.

He got into the office without a hitch and sat down in front of his computer. Edward was working as a salesman in a paper company. Part of his daily tasks was making calls to clients and prospects. His day was all normal aside from a strange call that he received right after the noon break.

It was strange because the caller didn't say a word for a long duration of time and when he began to speak he just told Edward to help him and then the line went dead.

The day went by without further disruption to his normal routine and he found himself back in the diner for a quick dinner. It was quite the crowd so all they could do, Lisa and Edward, was exchange pleasantries.

He finished his humble supper and went on to walk to his home.

Edward was a man of habit and not a day goes by that he would not write his thoughts and his day to day experience down in his journal. He kept the entries up-to-date religiously and as detailed as he could. He knows that everything and every moment is precious and he would like to preserve them any way he can.

After taking a cold shower, he got dressed and sat in front of his study table with his journal right in front of him. The pen he was using ran out of ink so he went into his drawers to get a new one. As he picked the pen out of the bunch his grasp loosened and the pen fell under the table. He slowly crouched and crawled underneath to pick it up. He grabbed the pen and with a loud thud he hit his head on the table. He winced and he held his head in pain.

When he finally got back up and his concentration refocused, he sat down in front of the table again and opened his journal.

He rifled through the pages until he reached the latest page. He was stopped on his tracks when he saw it. He started to sweat, as cold as he has seen a ghost and his eyes popped out in disbelief.

On the latest page was written, the date and it was filled out as neatly as possible. It was already filled out and as he started to read the entry, the hairs on the back of his neck stood. The day started fine and the entry described the bright light of the sun, the teasing cloud that was trying to cover it, the flying birds and the butterflies on the meadows.

It also specifically depicted how he was feeling that morning and how he walked happily towards the diner where he was met by Lisa and how he delightfully consumed the omelet she had prepared for him. Every little detail that he would write was already written and every word he would say was there. He was not sure what was happening and he did not know who had written such a thing. Was it a prank? Did he just forget it? Or is there something else?

His heart leapt out as he felt the cold sensation that he felt on his shoulder when he felt that something, or someone was holding him. He slowly turned to his side to have a peek of who or what it was and he could not believe it.

Hey there!

How did you find the story today? It's randomly weird and a bit strange ain't it? Imagine keeping a journal or a diary and you find out that it's already written for you. A future diary perhaps? What would you feel then? What would you say? How would you react? What would your reaction be?

And with all that, let me just say that I appreciate your time spent here and thank you for visiting once again. Kindly drop a comment below and I always want to hear from you, and as always...

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