Diary Writing Novels & Stories

I took the first picture for Ciara — me sitting at my desk with my legs spread, showing the toys buried inside me — and sent it with trembling fingers. Hours passed like that. I reviewed documents and prepared notes while my body stayed constantly stuffed and stimulated. Every hour I sent another picture. Sometimes with the dildos pushed deeper. Sometimes with my fingers spreading my holes to show how stretched I was. The humiliation of it all only made me wetter.

The teenage boy then opened a new page, took a deep breath, and began to write enthusiastically. "Dear diary, today was one of my best days. I spent time with Stefany, the girl who is always on my mind. She is so kind, warm, and cheerful. Even Grandpa and Grandma were very happy to meet her," Daniel wrote, smiling as he imagined Stefany's shy face as she was warmly welcomed by his family. After writing a few lines about that beautiful afternoon, Daniel added a small drawing of Stefany with a pencil. He really couldn't wait for the next morning to meet Stefany again at school.

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...

"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."

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 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’s when you realize that you finally grow a lot over the long per

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.

Love or not, I've already lost this round. Unable to sleep, as usual, I decide to get up and dig in my suitcase for the diary. Writing has somehow proved to be a better therapy than brooding around, in my case. I sit comfortably in my bed and begin a new entry with a sniff. I believe I'm capable of filling this diary if I pour out all of my emotions lately. "Anyways, Kira, let's write what's really the matter," I mutter with a sigh, and let the pen slide.

So I picked it up and sat on the bed. This was one of the many habits which make me a nerd. Maybe no one maintains a diary nowadays. Everybody has become so acquainted with technology that they don't need pen and paper. but I on the other hand still tells my everyday story in my diary. May because I never had a friend to share my feelings with. So I write them down. And today I felt like meeting my notebook friend. My only best friend. dear diary, it's me again. I moved to Italy finally. I moved on finally as you know I've been trying to summon up that courage for the past year and I did it finally.