Example Of Short Diary Novels & Stories

ALEIA When I reached home, I immediately looked for my diary. This is the diary that I have kept since I was ten. Every inch of my feelings for Zach was written here since the first day that we met. I could still see the handwriting of a little girl. I smiled. Today was unexpected, but I think it was the best day. The man I loved came like a falling star in front of me. I never asked or expected it to happen, but I guess it is a sign that I should start fighting for what I want.

As I flipped through its pages, the familiar scrawl of my own handwriting greeted me, each entry a window into moments long gone but not forgotten. With so much adoration, I looked at it, a smile forming on my lips. I took it and settled myself on the bed, then opened the diary. On its cover, it was written "My Life!!" And next, there was a picture of my mom and me, captured during one of my birthdays celebrated at home. I remembered the warmth of that day, the love radiating from every corner of the room as my mom baked a chocolate cake just for me. I couldn't help but smile as I looked at the photograph, reminiscing about the joyous moments shared with her. Indeed, my mom was a great cook,

Samajh nahi aata main bura hu Ya meri kismat. (My own family made me So lonely, I don't get if I am bad Or my fate is) I will not say anything now as I don't want my diary to be bored because of my talks. So I will meet you later now. Bye. Dear diary. As I read the first paper of diary. I felt like someone just stabbed me on my heart. Miserable life?? Why?? Why you are so mysterious ahad??? And who left??

I can't write my diary cause I use my left hand for writing now it's broken. After two days Choi gave me a phone, it was not so expensive but it is a good one. She gave me her number, Mia's. After two weeks of resting, I felt so boring. My hand recovered well, I removed the sling, I wanted to explore this place further. So I woke up early, showered, and wore faded blue jeans with a black tee, I pull up my hair in a messy bun to complete my look I wore a white canvas.

I take a look at the contents of the box. Inside are diaries. At least ten of them, all labeled with her initials. S.R. My hands shake as I pick up the one on top. When I open it, dust flies off the pages like trapped breath being released. And then I read, even when my fingers trembled. Even when the pages felt like they were burning. The diary began innocently. April 7 “Mama braided my hair today. She says it makes me look like a princess. Papa didn’t come home last night…”

She then ignored the text and moved to the second page accepting that fine i am a douchebag . Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny .

I wave him goodbye, he checks his noodle hair in the mirror and leaves. There is not much work. There is never much work. I sit in front of the laptop and check my F******k account. F******k is boring when you’re dating the prettiest girl there will ever be. I don’t want to, but I still end up doing what I’ve been avoiding since morning. I fetch the diary from my drawer and open it. RD.

" I said and he left while I went inside feeling sorry for him over the misfortune that befall him. While Emjay was leaving London, I wished I could swap places with him. It is unfortunate his goal didn't work out. I guess we all have our low moments even the influential ones. I finished my chores, made lunch and asked Kiki to deliver it to our mother at the bar. I wasn't feeling sleepy so I decided to write moreover, I haven't written for a while. I opened a new page from the diary Dr. Amrah gave me and all I could think about was love. I didn't even know why, how I aligned the words and sentences but all I knew was that I penned down something beautiful. I have a habit of reading out my ar

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