Example Of Short Diary Novels & Stories

He thought it would inspire us to be outdoors. I worked on my essay fast. Writing was effortless for me. I practiced every day writing to Hunter. I took my diary with me to school today and decided to write on it again. I told him everything… from the way the guys attacked me, and how that boy from school came to my rescue.

I can’t wait to run to my room and talk to my confidant and best friend,Diary. Dear Diary, Today I felt alive.I never quite understood somethings people do that totally put their lives at risk,never desired the fast life.Now I completely understand.Flying though that field,my mind void of every other thing was wondrous.I might actually be getting an adrenaline addiction with just two exposures.Thing is though,I don’t think I would be able to run as fast with nothing to get out of mind.I think I would be ordinary if I was carefree.The I need all my anxiety,insecurities and doubts to push me across the finish line.

* Dear Diary Day 5: It's been two days since I last wrote an update here, but you can't possibly blame me, I've been enjoying my best life here and thankfully I do have a lot to tell... Well.... the last two days were extremely fun, firstly, I never really told you about how things were at home, so I'm gonna start from there. For starters, my room was now two times it's original size, meaning more closet space, more room to put stuff and the perfect size to have the best sleepover, I'm so excited. Not that I'm saying there was anything wrong with how it was before but I've always kind of wanted the extra space, you know.

I heard the car engine start before i hang up the phone. Taking another deep breath, i leaned back on the bench after picking my Diary up. Flicking the lock open, i stared at my neath handwriting and at the top right corner of the first page, it bare the date of the day i started writing on my last Diary. Senior year of highschool...

Dear Diary, Daddy says writing my thoughts down helps when I’m sad. I don’t know if he’s right. But he bought me this notebook, so I’ll try. Today I beat Daddy at checkers. He says I cheated. I didn’t. I just won. He smiled through his tears. “You absolutely cheated.” He could almost hear her laughing. He turned another page. Today Daddy forgot his lunch again. So I took my sandwich to the hospital. All the nurses laughed because Daddy looked surprised. I think doctors forget to eat too much. I’m going to remind him every day.

I took out my phone, adjusted the angle, and snapped a quick picture of the certificate before restoring everything else to its original place. But the diary… I hesitated for only a moment before flipping it open. Its spine creaked like a dying whisper. The first pages were nothing—childish scribbles, mundane moments of her past. "Mom yelled at me today." "Isaac brought me ice cream." "Isaac played with me." So ordinary. So innocent. I almost laughed. She really had no idea what kind of world she belonged to now, did she?

and for me to prove that I’m no longer the girl he can bully. I fished my diary entry and looked out of the window of my apartment. Some people might regard writing a diary as an old fashioned juvenile activity. But for me, it's a way to process my thoughts and emotions. I used to write a diary in school, but I lost it on the day of graduation. In a way, it was good; I was able to start fresh in my adult life without the weight of my past entries. I slipped into my bed and closed my eyes. Tomorrow was a big day. ********************************************************

I was eighteen now, yet he still had this habit of treating me like his little girl at times. Tonight was different, though. I wore the shortest shorts I had. The kind that inched its way up my ass cheeks when I moved. And a form-fitting crop top that showed off my flat stomach. No bra. My nipples strained against the thin material if I was cold. I got two sodas from the cooler and departed. My bare feet tingled against the wooden patio. Daddy did not look up right away. When he did, his eyes swept over my body. Snappy, but I saw it.

I jumped out of bed quickly and headed straight to my desk, picking my diary up out of the drawer. This diary was invaluable in managing my day-to-day life. I recorded my mood daily and a summary of the events of the day, I also kept track of official functions and pack-related affairs in there so I didn't forget a single thing. Every morning I wrote a list of the things that I needed to do that day. I turned to the page that should have held the list that I clearly remembered writing as soon as I woke up on the eve of my anniversary, but the page was blank.

I am Sandra and I live in a small country in Europe with my smaller brother and my parents. Brought this Diary last week and I thought I should record my daily life here. So today is 23/9/2023 just another day during the winter holidays between the two semesters. That’s why I had a lot of time and I spent my days taking long baths, masturbating, reading and watching stuff on the internet. Every weekend I would get out with my friends to have fun but I was mostly at home which I was enjoying to its fullest.