Diary Novels & Stories

He was hesitant and continued, “it’s ok if you don’t want to tell me.” I took a deep breath and told him a little secret about myself. Something which was between me and Akansha, which not even my Mumma knew. “Arnav ji, this is my diary. My second best friend in the whole world. And it is alright that you ask. I don’t mind.” Arnav nodded. “So, do you write anything specific in there?” “It can be anything really, just depends on the situation…how I’m feeling I keep it with me,” I gave him a stern look, “and nobody is supposed to read it.”

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!

Diane’s POV I turn another page in Mom’s diary, my heart already heavy from everything I’ve read so far. The handwriting on this entry is different. It’s shakier and more hurried, like she was writing through tears and fear. --- July 22, 1998* I think I need to leave him.

My body just wouldn’t settle anymore. I was nineteen, one month away from turning twenty, but right then I felt like his helpless little patient again, dripping and desperate with no relief. Mom and Dad had headed out early for their full day work trip and wouldn’t be back until late tonight, leaving the whole house empty except for me and this burning need between my legs. I rolled onto my back and let my hand drift down before I could stop it. My fingers brushed over my slick folds and I shivered hard. “Shit, I’m such a mess already,” I whispered to the empty room, my voice all breathy.

Breath hanging as i read the words; “Day 2; I met a sad boy, dear diary. A sad boy who doesn’t cry.” Doesn’t cry? A sad boy who doesn’- The room tilted for a second then. The air suddenly thick as a memory flowed in like water. My vision blurring slightly. “Why don’t you keep a diary?” His voice echoed, “You can use it to say whatever you don’t want to tell anyone. It’ll be your own secret.” I stared at him, face unclear. A young boy, A younger me. Cheeks wet with tears.

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

Curious, I looked down and saw a thick notebook with a hardbound cover. I picked it up and the front page says '2016'. I opened it as I sat on my mom's bed. January 1st of 2016 Dear diary, Happy new year! I am glad to greet this year with a bang! With my husband and my lovely daughter with me? I couldn't ask for more. They're my everything.

He didn't know what is a diary. "Diary is a book in which a person keeps his or her daily record of events and experiences," Suzy answered Tubby. Erella looked at her tiny friend with awe. She didn't expect that Suzy has a lot of knowledge in her. No wonder she was always the one who was sensible between the three of them. "So it was your father's life in that book?" Eddy asked. She nodded her head. "I want to listen. I want to listen."Tubby said with excitement.

After hesitating for a while, he flipped open the diary to take a peek. It was a typical diary with many scribbles and writings. Gently flipping through the pages, he read the first few lines on the first page of the diary. 12-10-2020 So the doctor asked me to try to keep a journal and write down my personal feelings. Don’t know how that’s going to help but here goes nothing. Getting confused, Alex flipped through the pages, skimming through similar scribbles of how his day went and how his life was going in general. One thing was constant through the pages and it was how he kept on mentioning Ale