Diary Everyday Life Novels & Stories

Ben-Thanks for going out with me I really enjoyed today She smiled and replied Riss-Me too She dropped her phone and opened her drawer and brought out her diary . She wrote on it ; Happiest day of my life And started writing the day’s activities on her diary . {Later in the night ...} Ben sat on his bed ,opened his g****e and searched for “HOW TO LEARN SIGN LANGUAGE “

Always with the specific quality of marking the day in the right place before the day fully started. I sat down. The compound quiet around me. I thought about the morning notebook entry I had written at five that morning. I had been keeping the kitchen notebook since the framework section on cultural transition. The informal record of things that arrived in ordinary moments and needed to be held somewhere before they became structured enough for the document. The Tuesday morning entry had been about the ordinary life. Not as a concept. As the specific texture of the daily existence that had assembled itself over the past months.

"Dear Diary, I hope you keep my little secrets safe." I shook my head as I began reading everything she had written down, it was mainly about everything that was happening in her daily life, I could not stop the tears that streamed down my cheeks as I read the multiple places she wrote about missing me and wanting me to relocate soon so that we can explore the city of Zurich,

It's been a day and the man didn't even say a single word to me, yes he insulted me and called me a gold digger. Whenever I tried to make conversation, he will only get nod or hum. It's only been a day and I am already starting to feel lonely. I had habit of writing diary occasionally when I feel I need something to let out. I looked at the A4 size diary in my hand. This will be my friend in this now lonely life of mine. I purposely bought new diary. I wanted to start of her new life with this new diary. I had already left everything behind. So my old diary. I thought for a moment. I couldn't decide the title of my diary. Finally I decided and write on the front of diary.

I dismissed him. Next Day Scarlett Miller's POV Every next moment is an addition to the diary of our experiences. For the first time, waking up didn't seem like a task but a freewill. It's dawn, a very different kind of dark for me, one that is full of possibility at the cusp of day. A time when it's easy for me to appreciate the quiet world around me. Though I was not addicted to coffee it always felt good to have it and when the beverage touched my lips today, I felt a weird addiction towards it. But the next moment a newspaper advertisement took my sight.

Preview “What were you doing this morning?” My eyes widened, my heart pounding in my ears. I glanced at the diary and it struck me. Those ruffled pages. Shit, shit, shit. After journaling every day for a week, I wrote my fantasies regarding Aiden on different torn pages. I always tucked them back in the diary, reminding myself to pull them out before I brought it to the session. But I was in such a hurry that I had completely forgotten about them.

Be the real you. -+-+-+-+-(-++-+--+(+-++--++--++--++--- Dear Diary, Today was a very significant day in my life. The day for which I was procrastinating since I was born, the day which dared to change everything for me. The day brought me utter contentment and brutal discomfort. The day when I was weeping and cackling The day which gave me wings to fly and a stab in my back The day which makes me regret it all the time.

Grandpa was now resting in his room because his health his still not very good and it's now evening time and no one is here not even Rose as she went to one of her college friend. As always Daisy is busy with house choars after strict warning of my mother-in-law's and here I am sitting alone in this beautiful garden full of different different flowers giving a pleasant and smooth fragrance , sipping my evening coffee while lost in writing daily Diary. Which i have a habit of since the day I know that their is no one who will listen my sadness except my diary. This diary is my only sympathizers. I was so engrossed in my diary that didn't realize anyone's present in the garden area when sudden

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.

She entered Linda's room and found Linda sitting quietly on the bed, staring blankly out the window, almost as if life had left her body. Beside her was a small diary that Linda had been using since her hospitalization, writing in it every day. Emily had known about it all along, even buying her the pink diary. "Linda, what are you writing?" Emily asked, picking up the open diary. A black pen lay on top, and a string of verses caught her eye. Here, desolate, not a blade of grass grows. Later, you came here. Miraculously, everything came to life. This is my heart.