Diary Everyday Life Novels & Stories

“How will I survive without you dad?” “How dad how?” I yell. I stand up and move toward my shelf. I take out my diary with my shaking hands. I open the diary and see the title of 2019. I want to read it. I know it will hurt me a lot. But I need this. I miss my mom and now dad isn’t with me which makes me more afraid of this world. I started writing diary on the day when I came to know about my mother’s cancer. I open diary to read.

Spent on the closet floor. The trip ended. But the watching continued at home. Closet in bedroom. Strangers or friends. Always me watching.

he ignored my question and called the server. “Do you have anything spicy here?” “Um...like what?” “Never mind, Do you have French fries?” “Yes.” “I will bring it.” When the server left, he turned to me. “Then what’s that note? Any study stuffs.” “It’s my diary. I will write about myself and my daily life. But I don’t feel like writing it anymore” “Why?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “Cause nothing good happens in my life, so why should I have one. I want life to be happy, interesting with a little of passion, adventure, love which I never found.”

Humphrey then suggested her to write it down and gave her this diary. She has been writing everything she has been feeling in this diary…related to... everything that happened that day. She has written about her nightmares… her version of truth of that day…her worries for her uncle and the Grisham’s…. about how grateful was she to the people here….how she was doubtful if she would live or not…about how she missed her mother whom she never met…everything. Everything….except one thing….

The first entry makes my breath catch in my throat. --- **Dear Diary,** **Today, I decided I will live on, despite my new disability. I can't walk anymore, but Michael promised me he will be my legs from now on. I trust him so much. With my parents’ and brother’s endless love, I believe I can live a happy life.** ---

An invitation from Cassandra Reed. Simple enough to read. Impossible to ignore. I stood beside the window with a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold in my hand, staring out at the city without really seeing it. Somewhere below, thousands of people were moving through ordinary mornings. They were heading to offices, complaining about traffic, deciding what to eat for lunch, worrying about bills and deadlines, and all the normal inconveniences that made up everyday life. I envied them. Not because their lives were easy.

Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do! I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now? I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes. My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much! I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.

I see he is on his way to Johannesburg tomorrow morning. The diary is held open at the top with a paper clip and a smaller piece of paper. The word that first catches my attention on the piece of paper is Password. My heart skips a beat. "That's what people do," I still hear Gregory say. "They are naturally lazy when it comes to things like remembering passwords, so they write them in their diaries, or they put them in a desk drawer. Some write them on a calendar where they can find them easily." Password... But before I can lower it properly, Dale is behind me.

They had shared this moment, this secret, and it made her feel less alone in her desires. She closed the diary, her fingers lingering on the page. She looked around the empty room, her eyes were scanning the shelves and boxes. She realised that this house, this new life, was full of possibilities. The stories in the diary were not just stories; they were invitations. Invitations to explore, to take what she wanted, to embrace her own desires. She stood up, her legs feeling a bit weak, but her mind was clear. She was ready to continue unpacking.

Even she was not sure . Then suddenly her mothers words came in her mind.She told her that"Whenever you feel that something is disturbing you and you want it to share with anyone but you feel that no familiar face is around you.Remember that then your diary is your best friend.You can share anything with it and it won't spill out anything."