Diary Novels & Stories

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.

It was the diary in which I used to write everything! I held it in my hands and settled myself on the bed. I peered it open to see a blinding light flashing through it. “What?” I fluttered my eyes shut. After a minute, I opened them to see the diary in its normal state. The page I had opened was the beginning one. It had an entry already written with….today’s date. I commenced reading it. ^Dear Diary, Today I am leaving my home and going to my college. I am way too excited! But then at the same time, I will miss mom.

I heard the car engine start before i hang up the phone. Taking another deep breath, i leaned back on the bench after picking my Diary up. Flicking the lock open, i stared at my neath handwriting and at the top right corner of the first page, it bare the date of the day i started writing on my last Diary. Senior year of highschool...

Samajh nahi aata main bura hu Ya meri kismat. (My own family made me So lonely, I don't get if I am bad Or my fate is) I will not say anything now as I don't want my diary to be bored because of my talks. So I will meet you later now. Bye. Dear diary. As I read the first paper of diary. I felt like someone just stabbed me on my heart. Miserable life?? Why?? Why you are so mysterious ahad??? And who left??

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-n

she curiously asked. “Uhm... That was a journal, baby. Your personal diary... I mean, if you grow old someday, you will realize things... Things that you couldn’t ask to another person because you will be afraid or scared to make them think that you are weird or something... So if ever that you have some questions about yourself and you don’t know whom to ask it, you can write it down in here...” “Really? Will I be able to find the answer then?” “Maybe... As time passes by, if you read the first pages of this diary, you will finally be able to answer that question all by yourself. It’s because you already experienced it... That’

LESLIE’S JOURNAL ENTRIES 001 ******* Dear Diary, Scratch that. Dear Journal? Well, you’re sort of pink, handmade and gotten from the roadside stall of a little girl working on some class project so maybe you're really a diary. However, I am going to pretend this is a journal and this is the beginning of me journaling my new life in a new city. I read somewhere online that it’s a therapeutic practice. For me, it’s an escape. The only way I can express myself in a world where I feel more alone than I have ever been.

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: