Anonymous Diary Novels & Stories

" Are you serious? I mean… you said you didn't even know I would be here… " Of course! I bought it on impulse, just because I thought it was cute at the time, but I never liked writing diaries, I write on my blog, on my cell phone. Well, if you don't want to, I'll understand too… " Oh, no, imagine. I loved it, I accept it. Thank you very much. - I smile, hugging the small notebook. So many ideas came, suddenly, like a tsunami to my mind. My biggest wish now was to have as many adrenaline-pumping as special moments to record in this diary.

Just let it pour out messy and raw and honest in the way that only midnight writing can be. I read it back once. It was the most truthful thing I'd ever written. I hit publish before I could change my mind. Anonymous. No name. Just a blog post on a free platform that nobody would probably ever read, thrown into the void like a message in a bottle. It felt like breathing.

You are the key. She had not told anyone. Who would she have told. Her mum would have driven down the same night and never left. Her friends would have worried in the loud unhelpful way that made everything harder. And the stranger was gone, completely and thoroughly gone, like he had never been there at all except for the essay sitting in her sent folder with a timestamp she hadn't made. She was managing. That was what she told herself each morning at the mirror. She was managing. _________

July 2nd, 1943- First Diary Entry. I hate writing and I don't know why granny gave me a diary for my birthday I mean it's a book, I can't even eat it and it's not even cute. Anyway, granny said I would know what to write about when it was time but I think the crazy is getting to her.

My phone is in my hand before I even know why I took it out. My journal app is already open — the one I use when I can’t talk to anyone else. My fingers hover for a moment, then I start typing. No editing. Just raw words pouring out of me about the last few months, the confusion, the hospital visits, the contract marriage that turned into something I can’t even name anymore. I don’t stop. I write until my fingers ache. And then, without thinking, I hit upload under my anonymous pen name: RainWitch. The title I type at the top is: The Fathers of My Child? It feels reckless, almost like throwing myself into an icy lake.

It was my medical and emotional diary — an idea Isa had when I was a child. "Write everything down, Giu. Even the fears. That way they don't weigh so much inside here." Today I wrote: "10:48 PM – I'm okay. A little tired, but happy with the day. My heart raced when Noah pulled out the chair for me in the auditorium. Idiot. But it was cute. My health? Normal. Didn't feel anything different. Maybe just missing home. Reminder: call Dad tomorrow." I closed the notebook and placed it on the nightstand.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

I’ve always loved writing. It’s very hard to keep secrets in a pack that is so close to one another and everyone’s business is everyone else’s business! It’s hard to have privacy to even have your own secrets. That’s why I started writing this journal. I needed a safe place to reflect and vent about things that happen to me that I don’t want anyone else knowing so information doesn’t eat me alive!

Hey there, my name is Jun. Typical youth about to graduate college. So... Every year, I do change my diary and so in my last diary, I told the last diary about how I was disvirgined. Now here, I'm eighteen. Just to recap with you about my life, I lived in a home with my mom, in a suburbia and my house was the second to the last on the block, which left an empty house next to ours, or well it was until about three months ago.

Hi everyone! I'm sooooo turly sorry that I haven't been able to update as frequently as I would like and it's been quite sometime sense I have.... Unfortunately as I have mentioned before, I have been struggling with being sick on top of having family and friends pass away over these last few months. I wish what I was typing was an update on more Chapters but sadly, I'm typing in hopes of asking for more of everyone's patience. My underlying health has been horrible and I haven't been getting better. So I'm going to be scheduled for surgery soon. Any and all prayers that could be sent my way would be a blessing in this struggling time. I hope in the coming weeks or month that I will be feeli