Example Diary Novels & Stories

Diane’s POV I turn another page in Mom’s diary, my heart already heavy from everything I’ve read so far. The handwriting on this entry is different. It’s shakier and more hurried, like she was writing through tears and fear. --- July 22, 1998* I think I need to leave him.

I stared at his near-lifeless corpse for a few minutes, then shimmied out of bed, cleaned myself up, threw on jeans, a t-shirt, sandals, and drove down to the local all-night coffee shop, “The Daily Grind.” Grabbing a decaf mocha with whipped cream and chocolate syrup, I sat at a corner table and flipped through a dog-eared newspaper. If someone described me then, they’d say: 21-ish blonde, long hair over my shoulders, nice D-cup breasts, cute face that looks good without makeup, good legs, and a vaguely pissed-off look.

Daddy is waiting for you, please come fast. Then he saw a diary, a baby diary was written on it. He opened the diary. On the first page, it was a picture of a pregnancy kit. Then Pia and his picture with one month baby bump, second month baby bump….. He was looking at their pictures when Pia hugged him from behind and asked excitedly,”Do you like it? I have planned this for you.”

Flashback Continues Daisy’s P.O.V. I wake up early in the morning. Today is Sunday. No office, no work. I love Sundays. After taking a quick shower, I come to the balcony to get some fresh air and share my thoughts with my diary. The cool morning breeze brushes against my skin as I sit on the lounger, the diary open in front of me. It’s my habit to pour out my thoughts and feelings onto its pages, a way to deal with my messed-up thoughts.

She was a breath of fresh air, honestly. I woke up early in the morning feeling like a train just mashed into me. I sighed and entered in to the bathroom. Today things were going to be different. First I needed to start with writing on that diary. After taking my bath and getting dressed. I had about ten minutes before going down stairs for dinner. Dear Diary I paused. This sounded so boring. I wanted to make my diary seem like my best friend, I had never owned one before but I was sure as hell not going to make it boring.

Andy continued with the questions, when silence reigned again. "I'm not a lawyer and I don't fully understand what counts as evidence." Edgar shook his head, concerned, “But, I can say everything that Imogen and I have talked about over the years are precious memories I have of the woman I loved. I can tell you everything she told me about the early years of her marriage and how she tried in vain to have a good relationship with her husband. But... If that's not enough... " Hesitating for a moment, he fumbled inside the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, until he pulled out a small notebook, which looked old, worn and stuffed, as if more pages had been added to it than it originally had "I

At exactly five in the morning, the alarm rang and woke Emma up. She stretched, yawned, and the first thing she saw was her diary on the table. She quickly grabbed it. Today felt important; she was finally ready to share her creative vision with the world. Excited, she began writing and poured her heart into the pages. Dear diary,

Preview “What were you doing this morning?” My eyes widened, my heart pounding in my ears. I glanced at the diary and it struck me. Those ruffled pages. Shit, shit, shit. After journaling every day for a week, I wrote my fantasies regarding Aiden on different torn pages. I always tucked them back in the diary, reminding myself to pull them out before I brought it to the session. But I was in such a hurry that I had completely forgotten about them.

Annie's P.O.V You know, if someone had told me that today was gonna be the day I was gonna die, then I would have at least prepared beforehand. Was there a way to stop my death now? When my mum was flipping through the pages of my diary with that disappointed and angry look on her face, and now, that look was directed at me.. My diary was like a second me. It knew everything, my life, my friends, my curhses, my wishes and inner desires, and oh… did I forget to mention that I sometimes cuss at my fate of having her as my mum? Damn!

She offered and walked out. I looked at Aria, she rubbed my back soothingly. “I will be outside, so just take your time.” She kissed my forehead and left. I took the diary and opened it with shaky hands. It was the first page, I read quietly. ‘Date: 13th of May 1990- Dear Diary, I started my work at the community school today and I totally adore those kids, I hope they like me. First impressions are always important.’ I smiled and flipped over to the next page.