Animated Diary Novels & Stories

I say while she flips her hair, dramatically, and walks out of the class with Chaos and Fire following at her heels. I sigh now, bringing out a journal from my bag and open it. It was my diary, you know, months before I relapsed and had to be locked up in an institution, for the safety of the animals in this school and good people outside it. Inside was me sounding like some perfectly happy female, talking about how Dana got a C in a test and I was sure she had given our geography teacher a kiss, as he had always asked to pass and about how Tyler was the best thing after Pops, because he had given me a new bracelet as usual, for our six month anniversary.

So that is a positive. After I finished that diary, Angelica woke up fussy. I fed her and changed her just for her to fall right back asleep. Now I am on to diary number two, and my palms are sweaty just thinking about it. The last few pages of diary one were left blank. I don't know if that means she lost it for a while or if she just decided to end that one, but it makes me nervous.

The letters sitting side by side made each sentence which gave me shock after shocks. "Dear diary, I know I had said that you are my only friend but today I found another one. He is so cute and chubby and he didn't mock me for my stuttering. He was like me without any friends. He said he will be my best friend so I named him chubby bro. He also gave me a cute name, a little doll. I'm so happy, finally I have a friend, a best friend. I don't think I'll need you again dear diary because now I have someone to play with. From now on I'll write about what me and my chubby bro did."

I wave him goodbye, he checks his noodle hair in the mirror and leaves. There is not much work. There is never much work. I sit in front of the laptop and check my F******k account. F******k is boring when you’re dating the prettiest girl there will ever be. I don’t want to, but I still end up doing what I’ve been avoiding since morning. I fetch the diary from my drawer and open it. RD.

Let up from screwing with me. And as I did anytime I was feeling agitated, or just drained, I wrote in Ayla: my diary. My hand sought her, and when I held her in my grip I unbuttoned the latch securing her pages. Pages of my sweat, tears, joy; and pretty much my whole life. I passed my fingers over the beautifully old pages, my hand flipping through phases of my life. My fingers halted on a page. It was peppered with numerous love emoticons, XOs and exclamation marks.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

She marvelled at her erratic heart beats and wondered if they would ever get normal in his presence. As she searched her bag for the comb, she found the small handpocket sized diary that she bought in a thrift store a long time back. She opened it and skimmed through the enty pages of the book when a crazy creative idea popped up. Smiling to herself, she picked a pen from the nearby table as she decided to write about all the beautiful memories she had with Ronan the previous day. This way, she can relive them whenever she wanted without missing out on even the smallest details. Excerpts from Anya's Diary:

] The words were written neatly, confidently, and with an air of authority. My hand trembled as I held the pen. Was the person on the other side the seventeen-year-old Ryan? Before I could process this, more words appeared hastily: [You still haven’t answered me. Who exactly are you?] I quickly responded to his words: [I’m Anna White, thirty years old.] [The person you’ll become will hurt me. So, the seventeen-year-old Ryan, please stay away from me.] The diary fell silent. Ten seconds later, the pen carved sharply into the paper: [That’s impossible!]

The teenage boy then opened a new page, took a deep breath, and began to write enthusiastically. "Dear diary, today was one of my best days. I spent time with Stefany, the girl who is always on my mind. She is so kind, warm, and cheerful. Even Grandpa and Grandma were very happy to meet her," Daniel wrote, smiling as he imagined Stefany's shy face as she was warmly welcomed by his family. After writing a few lines about that beautiful afternoon, Daniel added a small drawing of Stefany with a pencil. He really couldn't wait for the next morning to meet Stefany again at school.

Stop giving out too many details," another voice echoed, surprising me. Eliot's lips still moving. Talking. But somehow I couldn't hear anything. His features slowly fading out, my mind a puzzle, shifting, a weird foreign but yet familiar feeling taking over my body. And finally, an image played out. "Why don’t you keep a diary?” the voice echoed. From a boy. A much younger boy. Very young. “You give out too many details, you may as well keep a diary. You can use it to say whatever you don’t want to tell anyone. It’ll be your own secret.”