'How To Train Your Diary' by Jaime Bree

The diary flew across the room seemingly on the trajectory of the bookcase, but it didn't succeed, instead it embedded itself into the wall.

'Don't hesitate', it whispered playfully. 'Put me in my place before something from your past breaks free.'

I pulled. It was resolute.

'Am I going to have to?' I sighed.

I closed my eyes, twisted my hand in the air, resetting the invisible sands of time.

The book rattled defiantly then propelled itself from the wall into my hand.

I clicked the flamboyantly flapping clasp tightly shut.

'Good try, but my secrets are safe with me.'