Example Diary Novels & Stories

She put her hands on her hips. "What I want to say is... It left an impression on me. It's a very good habit. Writing down what you want, and collecting success stories of other people." Danish said. "Why don't you check the diary from the end? Give it to me, I'll find what I want you to see." Danish grabbed the diary from her and flipped the pages frantically for about a minute. When he found what he wanted to show Vera, his face lit up proudly. "See this," Vera grazed a page and her breaths hitched.

Amidst the anxiousness, I opened the diary. [1st August 2054. Rainy. I met her while waiting for the bus today. She seemed to have just come from a talent show. She was still in her dance shoes. She looked beautiful. A driver came to pick her up, so I couldn't talk to her, but I really liked her.] [6th October 2054. Gloomy. She accidentally stained her pair of shoes during lunch. She threw them into the bin after only wearing them once. I picked them up, washed them, and placed them in my closet. I'll think of her every time I see the shoes.]

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

Sierra's POV Everything is overwhelming. Sitting in my room, I examine every little detail: a desk with a spinning chair, a big bed that's way too big for just one person, and a big bathroom with a big bath that would swallow me. I sit on the floor because I don't want to get the nice new chair filthy with whatever is on my clothes and body and I look at what's in front of me. Paper. Pen. Thoughts. Dear diary. Do I even call it a diary or is it dear paper? Either way, it doesn't matter.

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

Abigail's room, the laundry room, the balcony, he searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Flavia. Gladwin tried to calm himself down. He searched for his phone and intended to call Flavia. His phone must be on the nightstand, where Flavia usually placed it after charging. Sure enough, his phone was there. Right on top of an old diary that Gladwin recognized. The diary was covered in leather with the initials "F.Q" carved on it, specially made by a craftsman acquaintance of his. The paper inside was also custom-made at his friend's printing press, featuring butterfly illustrations with the initials "F.Q" beautifully drawn in the bottom right corner. Gladwin believed there was no other d

All of a sudden, Connie recalled those times when Adrian taught her to write. Every moment was still fresh in her mind as if it had just happened yesterday and all of this was a dream, and that Adrian would be back by her side once she woke up. Her diary was as simple as she was. There were only one or two rows of words written each day to concisely record her feelings. 'Adrian, where are you? You're going to be a dad soon!' 'Adrian, I've missed you…' 'Adrian.' Reading the diary, Connie couldn't help tearing up as she flipped through the notebook. Suddenly, she looked solemn upon reading one of the other files.

{About who and what I am, or was if I am dead, oh baby girl. "Mom? Who are you?" {About his world and my world. Oh, baby girl, I wanted you to experience as much of an everyday life as I could have given you. I know it was not much. Please forgive me. There is a diary with all the details of your Father's and my relationship, a picture of your Father, and behind it is his name and contact info should you decide you would like to meet him.

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

She was feeling amazing and excited because for the very first time, Thyago finally notices and known her existence. When she got home after class, she went straight through her bedroom. Feeling happy and inspired, she decided to make a diary of her own. Not necessarily a typical diary where she'll write about her daily living, it was more like a journal where she will write down all the kept emotions and feelings she has for Thyago. She planned to chronicle all her interactions and emotions she had for Thyago. Something inside her wanted to write and savor this feeling of happiness she has for him because if not, her heart will explode in too much excitement and joy. And there into her bedr