Diary Of A Young Naturalist Novels & Stories

“Oh really? 5'2, blood type O-, the typical American mutt with Irish-Sicilian roots. Born midnight, May 1, under a new moon to a talented artist and unfortunate bassist-turned-lawyer. You're a track star with a fondness for BLTs and a penchant for running with the wrong crowds. Miraculously, you keep your grades Ivy-worthy and even manage to captain the Bio Olympiad team in your spare time. Smart, stubborn, and strong-willed, you hate to lose. Almost as much as you loathe me.” “You dream of becoming a naturalist. You want to travel the world, documenting discoveries in your notebooks for all to see. You've told no one of your aspirations, and no one knows of your journeys to the wood

I take out a pen from the drawer and try to write… ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Diary It’s been long right? So long that I even forgot that I had something that I had used to track my days. I know I’m wrong over here but I know you will forgive me cause you’re the only friend that I have right now. Oh! I forgot that I have friends now. A bunch of them along with you. I have cute and hot friend Natalie. I know I don’t share much with her but she is someone who took care of me while I was sick.

I had my journal in my hand, somehow I felt a new need to hold on to it everywhere I went. I was with Damien, though I was bruised all over, it was easy to hide the pain. Besides, I was used to being flogged. We were talking about something that made me laugh so hard. It was actually a comedy skit we watched. I almost lost balance, my journal scattered on the ground. I was embarrassed, more embarrassed because the name "Annabelle Steele" was written boldly on its front page.

Even his smile that almost tore his lip was so bright that Luna couldn't stop rolling her eyes. She was only forced to do it because of the context from the diary that came from the Terra Tribe. It may not have the same magic that could quickly imbue the diary owner's knowledge to its next owner, it still had a lot of knowledge about the magic of its previous owner which was nature magic. And it also seemed like the previous owner had a broad knowledge about it since he could almost do anything to everything that's connected to nature.

Nadia sat at the table nursing her steaming hot coffee while looking over the morning paper. She had her pen in hand, angrily crossing job postings out as she went, each one requiring some form of college education and the ones that didn't pay enough to keep the lights on. The phone that was sitting next to her buzzed the table, making her jump, before swiping the screen.

Diana grabbed a tiny turquoise knapsack from the back seat, slipped into a pair of hiking shoes, locked her car, and began the journey. She passed through the fence, past the treeline, and followed the path into the countryside for a day of solidarity. She settled into a steady rhythm, hammering out a tune while walking up the path towards her grandpa's lodge. She hadn't been back in a long time, but she remembered the trail that carried her to the middle of the wilderness. When she was a teenager, her experiences with her grandfather in these woodlands were the greatest and most unforgettable. And she really missed him, but life wasn't always rainbows and sunshine.

Kid's probably going to get tossed around like a leaf. Emerald had long since evacuated the area, excluding herself from this, not that that suprised me , she could sometimes become a miss goody two shoes.Nico was busy reading through the book , engrossed by the frivolous information drafted inside and the kid's face grew redder with each page flipped.I stood on guard, in case he grew violent and decides to claw his way in order to retrieve the diary. "Hey, everybody, listen to this,"Announced Nico , clearing his voice as he prepared to read out loud a piece of writing that seemingly caught his eye."Dear diary, today when I was showering , I noticed a few hair strands growing around my-"

It looked like a primary student being punished for making a spelling mistake after being discovered by the teacher. Hilda looked further down the notebook attentively. The person who wrote the diary had limited education. There were many misspelled words, and the grammar was all over the place. There were only a couple lines of diary entries everyday. On the second day, it was written in the notebook.. 'Adrian took some photografs of me today. I'm so happy.' The handwriting was still wriggly, as if a primary student had written it. Hilda guessed that the writer meant to write 'photographs' instead. Sure enough, the powerful handwriting appeared and drew a large cross on the word, 'photograf

That's when I got the first glimpse of a frown on sweet Dr Fall's face. "You know something, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have gathered us here." Tamara said to Dahlia who nodded and brought out a big brown book that looked like it had seen better days. "The last time we spoke, I told you of a text I found in one of the many journal entries by the past Krionas. Since then, we have tried to go through all of the journals left behind in our archive. Most of the text have pointed to things we already know.

One year later. Chelsea’s Diary. ***** Dear Diary, The beautiful grasslands, bright sunshine, and enormous acres of undeveloped land never cease to astonish me. Every morning, I wake up just before dawn to hear the first tweets of native birds and the delicate rustle of towering trees kissing the sky outside my window.