Example Diary Novels & Stories

Ted sat down on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the diary as he gently opened it. The pages were filled with Jane's handwriting, and Ted's heart skipped a beat as he saw her words. He had never seen her handwriting before. Since a year they had been together, he wasn’t able to spend time with her, not to talk or see her write anything. As Ted gazed at the pages of the diary, he was struck by the beauty of Jane's handwriting. The letters were elegant and refined, with a subtle flair that seemed to dance across the page. The curves and lines were perfectly balanced, creating a sense of harmony and flow.

Nick picked up a blue diary. He desperately opened it and turned to the first page. That wasn’t it. Nick tossed it aside and found the black journal. He turned to the first page. He exhaled when he realized that it was a continuation of the red one he had read. Nick sat Indian style and zoomed in on the entry.

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.

“Thank you.” “It’s all good.” She got up and went over to the counter kept at a corner. Bringing a notebook, she gave it to me. “I know that I can’t remember much after a few hours. Most days, I—I can’t even remember that I can’t. So, I started writing everything down as much as I could. I want you to take this.” I took the pink diary and flipped through the pages—it was at least fifty pages, all filled completely. “But, uh,” I chuckled. “Isn’t this kind of personal?”

-------------- Dear Diary… I get to spend a day with Tate. I haven’t seen him for a few days. Only when I saw him this morning when he knocked on my door did I realise that I had actually missed him. So weird. Why do I miss him? Makes no sense. Surely I shouldn't? It has only been a few days since I saw him last! Maybe he is more my friend than I had given him credit for. He has been busy with his Beta duties, so Hattie has been spending time with me doing the lessons they decided I needed to learn. Plus helping me plan Aunt D’s funeral. She had taken the space where Tate had been, though not as much, she gave me more space, which was something. But I was shocked at the realisation I actuall

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 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:

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

I was about to press to play, but one of my fingers accidentally pressed the back, I was about to press the gallery again. Woah diary, it has a diary app... I smirked, what could it be...? He's really lazy, isn't he? The other woman was writing a diary in the notebook and then she was only on the cellphone. My gosh Trixie is so lazy, when are you going to change huh! "Does it also have a password?! He likes to use passwords!" Ahm, hmmm, maybe my name is his password? I shook my head because of what I was thinking, my god Ken don't assume that your name is the password okay! Don't assume! But maybe there's nothing wrong with trying...?

" Are you serious? I mean… you said you didn't even know I would be here… " Of course! I bought it on impulse, just because I thought it was cute at the time, but I never liked writing diaries, I write on my blog, on my cell phone. Well, if you don't want to, I'll understand too… " Oh, no, imagine. I loved it, I accept it. Thank you very much. - I smile, hugging the small notebook. So many ideas came, suddenly, like a tsunami to my mind. My biggest wish now was to have as many adrenaline-pumping as special moments to record in this diary.