Example Of Short Diary Novels & Stories

"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."

Dear Diary, “What a day. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. First, I got kidnapped, i don’t even know what to say about that , i am still in shock . Then, Rue came for me like some movie hero. And now… he almost saw you. He almost saw EVERYTHING I’ve written about him. God, if he had, I’d be six feet under right now from embarrassment and it’s crazy how i am worried about that instead of my main secret , i am stupidly in love that i forget about it sometimes . .

I stared at the ceiling and tried closing my eyes but sleep evaded me. I remembered my mother's diaries. I hasitsted but I caved in and went to get them. I placed them on the bed and looked at the for a while like they were pandora's box. Curiosity got the better of me and I grabbed the first one. It was written, Maya's diary, the year 1995. I opened it and saw the first entry. It was titled " Love At First Sight". There was no going back now. Forgive me mom, I thought to myself as I began going through he love story.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

CALI I entered my room and shut the door behind me, leaning my back against it for a brief moment as if I needed the support. The day had been longer than I expected, and my mind felt crowded with thoughts I did not know how to sort out. I walked toward my bed, pulled off my clothes, and changed into a bum short and a singlet, something light and comfortable, something that felt like home. After that, I reached for my diary from the small drawer beside my bed. It was worn out at the edges, filled with thoughts I could not say out loud to anyone.

The nigt was calm. I sat on my bed and wrote on my diary. Dear Diary, I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe because if I don’t, I’ll break apart. Every time I close my eyes, I see them. Mum’s smile, Dad’s laugh… and then—blood. So much blood. I hear their screams, and I can’t do anything. I wasn’t there to save them. I should have been. Maybe if I had been home earlier… maybe if I had been stronger…

VICTORIA'S POV "Dear diary, I know this is my first entry ever since the time I moved. Well, I've been trying to keep up and adjust to the norms here. Tomorrow is my fourth day of university. I had never thought that I would be able to bear with it soo smoothly. Daniel and his friends have been keeping me company and have become is a good distraction for me. They are great and I think I kind of like being around them. Today, they are going to throw a party to celebrate one of their friends coming back. I've decided to go to this party. I know it would be my first party after 15 months. I am super nervous. I just hope I will be able to keep up my act. Also, I think I am kinda liking this Dani

It looked like a primary student being punished for making a spelling mistake after being discovered by the teacher. Hilda looked further down the notebook attentively. The person who wrote the diary had limited education. There were many misspelled words, and the grammar was all over the place. There were only a couple lines of diary entries everyday. On the second day, it was written in the notebook.. 'Adrian took some photografs of me today. I'm so happy.' The handwriting was still wriggly, as if a primary student had written it. Hilda guessed that the writer meant to write 'photographs' instead. Sure enough, the powerful handwriting appeared and drew a large cross on the word, 'photograf

4th January 2022 I am writing furiously on my diary and im sorry to it because I feel like I'm going to explode. the guilt of taking a father away from a baby and trying to justifying saving my brother's happiness and life with it. "What are you doing? We have the night train to catch and you've been writing on that diary since yesterday" Olson walked into my room "Nothing.. I just wanted to write down the excitement I feel about finally leaving this place" I smiled standing up.