Diary Of A Young Naturalist Novels & Stories

“Not the best. - Not so much. All those wonderful affairs with Aunt Maideh . The gossip and gossip, the way women worked to get what they wanted from men. Do you have a diary? “I have ten. I started collecting them when I was seven. She reached under the bedclothes and pulled out a leather-bound notebook. “It's weird that you tell me to write about my childhood. I was reading one of my journals right before you came in. Read it and tell me what you think. Fleur took the notebook and stretched out on a lounge chair. Nizéa wrote in scribbles, but soon the interest in reading was greater than the difficulty of deciphering it. Here was the life of a wonderful girl, on the verge of maturity, reme

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

I went over to the desk and started ripping papers writing years down. The oldest recollection I had was before the barrier was erected but that was just in passing memory. This Diary starts out with the night of the barrier being created. It’s by far the oldest and at fifteen hundred years old I put that one first on the shelf taking care to place the others on the floor. There were nearly a hundred diaries each from a different person but whatever reason Dimitris had them here I didn’t know. I just knew that time was flying by as I continued looking up dates and marking down years. A few times I’d get caught up in reading until I was brought back to the task on hand. Maybe making it throug

I unlocked it and pulled it open. It was full of A5 diaries, in numerical order, starting from 1994. I opened the first one and it was filled with my handwriting. I began to read it. It began when I was fifteen years old and it described my first teenage relationship. I skipped forward and read the last few pages. It was filled with wolf laws, training with Malachi, stories about Karani, my mother.

“Well, look at that. Our little rat goes to our school.” I flipped through a spiral notebook. The handwriting was tiny, meticulous and loopy.. definitely a girl. I dug deeper into the bag, my fingers brushing against something soft and pulled it out. It was a small notebook bound in worn faux leather but it didn’t look like a textbook. “What is that?” Jasper asked, finally pulling his gaze away from the window. “I think,” I said, tapping the cover playfully, “we just found a diary.” Silas paused with his glass halfway to his mouth. “Read it.”

The stream, sure, but not the large one at the other end. I on the other end had finished reading everything I had and was bored out of my mind. Fiona went with them as well so I didn't have anyone to talk to, the guys were in their own world. So I decided to look through Killian's books. They were mostly historical and some maths books that were in different volumes. I thumbed through it until I came across an old, weathered diary written in the ancient language. It was difficult to read but I only kept trying because the first thing I deciphered in there was my name.

The anonymous writer had captured them, page by page. Her fingers trembled with curiosity. She turned the page. …. Diary Entry – Page One “Episode 1 – Her First Time with a Stranger” The cool night air kissed her skin as she stood outside the bar, her breath visible in the dim glow of the streetlamp. She watched him from a distance, his tall frame silhouetted against the flickering neon sign. He was older, his features sharp and weathered, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips as he lit it with a flick of his wrist.

When he got there it was almost late, he was the last to get in the car. He sat down beside a girl but paid little to no attention to her. He opened up his diary and started writing. "Is that a diary? I have one too." A soft girly voice asked it was the girl beside him. He looked up and she was in the same uniform as he was. She was so beautiful he couldn't make himself answer her question. He just kept staring with his mouth half-open. "Is something wrong with my uniform? I just got it. It's my first day, you see?" She said with a smile.