Animated Diary Novels & Stories

she smiled. Aiys just doesn't want her mom and dad to think about Aiys. Aiys always tries to be enthusiastic and accepts her destiny. Aiys immediately filled in her cellphone data, since this afternoon her cellphone was dead and forgot to bring a charger or powerbank. While waiting for her cellphone to charge, Aiys cleaned herself and arranged the things she bought with Keysa earlier. The focal point of Aiys' eyes is on her diary, or rather a collection of poems, short stories, and quotes that Aiys wrote herself. Aiys really likes to write, since kindergarten until now, Aiys often participates in writing events. Aiys noble wrote the strands of his heart, Crawling..stepping

Dear Diary, Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Alex. I'm 11-year-old. I'm sorry if you find me awkwardly just like everyone. I can't help it but I hope you'll listen. One of a kid here told me that you can be my best friend. She said you won't get irritated and will listen to all of my worries. I'm still not comfortable here. It's been a month when Sophie found me and brought me here. I have so much to talk, to say it out but I don't know where to start, I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm alone and I don't know what will happen now.

She would soon understand that she was already inside the beast. *** It was my first time drawing vignettes for comic broadcasting live. The audience grew more and more as the story progressed. I used to stream while making commissions or just let myself go sketching or whatever else that came to mind. This time I had gotten carried away by drawing the story of this girl named Kaleida. She wasn’t any more than the image of my neighbor, a girl with the pretense of an adventurer, her people would send her on a mission in which she would end up being the target of abuse and humiliation.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

Audrey said "Okay." Adrian said opening the first page "Whoa, how long have you been doing this?" Adrian asked flipping through the pages "Since the first day we kissed each other, you like it?" Audrey asked "Of course. It's like you painted everything we've done together. I don't like it, I love it." Adrian said "Thanks, wanna see a family album?" Audrey asked "If you deem me worthy." Adrian said "Here this was before the girls and I became close, and this one is after we became friends. Most people have diaries for expressing themselves. I just express my feelings with my drawings." Audrey said

A new day, a new hope. Annie marked her diary with the quote and locked the door behind as usual with a smiling face. She really doesn't know to be sad for more than one minute. Hopefully, her leg is fine from yesterday after taking painkillers. She came to the roadside and started checking her wristwatch again and again as she was late by one whole hour. Booking a taxi, she got inside it as she can't delay it further to wait for the bus.

Annie's P.O.V You know, if someone had told me that today was gonna be the day I was gonna die, then I would have at least prepared beforehand. Was there a way to stop my death now? When my mum was flipping through the pages of my diary with that disappointed and angry look on her face, and now, that look was directed at me.. My diary was like a second me. It knew everything, my life, my friends, my curhses, my wishes and inner desires, and oh… did I forget to mention that I sometimes cuss at my fate of having her as my mum? Damn!

She smiled at me before turning her attention to Kael. “Kael! I’ve missed you.” She ran to him and hugged him. They look so happy. I had no business staying inside the boss’ office so I left quietly. I went back to my desk. I took out my diary. As someone in my age, you’d think diaries would be outdated but I try to be traditional. I write my feelings in this diary. Everything I feel and experience is written here. I have no friends and family and this is the only way I could vent out my feelings.

Everyone acted differently, am I too oblivious to what surrounds me? I suddenly remembered the diary that I'd been keeping under my bed. I get up and look for it. There, I found it. Grandma gives this to me when I was young. She said that diary can be our best friend. You can write everything there, and if nobody listens to your rants. I'd rather write it down in a diary than share it with someone who can't even understand the words I tell.

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.