
“The old diary lay quietly in the drawer beneath a layer of dust. Its brown cover was cracked, and the edges of its pages had turned yellow with age. When I opened it, a faint smell of old paper rose into the air, carrying memories from another time.
Each page held carefully written thoughts, dreams, and forgotten moments. Some pages were stained with tears, while others seemed filled with excitement. As I turned the pages, it felt as though I was walking through someone’s life one memory at a time. The diary was not merely a book; it was a time machine made of paper and ink.”
Imagine finding an old diary inside a dusty drawer.
Nobody has opened it for years.
What colour is the cover?
□ Brown
□ Black
□ Red
□ Green
What makes it look old?
Who wrote the diary?
What secret is hidden inside?
What if the diary could write by itself?
Start with:
“The old diary lay quietly inside the drawer…”
“The old diary lay quietly inside the drawer beneath a layer of dust. Its brown cover was cracked, and its pages had turned yellow with age. When I opened it, a faint smell of old paper drifted into the air. Each page seemed to hold a forgotten memory waiting to be discovered.”