Example Of Short Diary Novels & Stories

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

I roll out of bed, slip on a loose tank top and black boy shorts, and decide today feels like the perfect day for something new. I head to my favorite little café downtown — the one with the cozy outdoor seating and strong espresso that always clears my head. The air is warm but not yet unbearable, and I choose a table under a large umbrella where I can people-watch while sipping my iced latte. My jet-black hair is pulled up in a messy bun, and I’m wearing a simple white crop top that shows just a hint of the love marks still visible on my stomach. I scroll through my phone absentmindedly when I notice her.

* I got tired and bored so I started digging into Leena's stuffs. Remembering the box I found,I quickly made for it and brought the diary out. The first page was kinda boring. Just filled with lyrics and half written words. I found it hard to understand what it was all about. I flipped more pages and something caught my eyes in the middle. "...dear diary, it's dad's death anniversary today. I miss him. I wished Mom had died that night instead of him. Life is so unfair. Taking what I care for and dumping me with the least choice I could ever make, MOM."

Today I started writing a diary. On April 6, 2008, Kacy's twelfth birthday, I gave her her favorite doll bear. As she turned page after page, Kacy could not help but cry . In Sasha Ovis' diary, it seems like there was no one but her. Her whole life revolves around her, but what about her? But it was the one who hurt her the most and made her jump off the building. Her heart ached, and Kacy could not wait to vent her hatred.

Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do! I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now? I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes. My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much! I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.

Dear Diary Long time no see My greeting for you that I copied from someone who always greets anyone he knows, whether it's someone he loves or just a friend... Long time no see The first sentence he uttered with a smile that made my heart beat uncontrollably... The sentence that made me understand what admiration is, since I was 13 years old... And when was that? Ten years ago? I never thought that the owner of that sentence could be seen by me again now, after five years of not meeting...

Everything was vanishing. I took out my diary from my bag and jumped on the mattress. Sighing tiredly for a second, I flipped to my stomach and started writing about the day. I wrote how much I cried today and how mom promised me to give me a better life in Italy. She even cried, which happened for the first time. My head refused to accept her crocodile tears but my heart took the risk. After I finished writing. I put the journal in my drawer and laid down to sleep but to my supportive luck, I ended up staring at the ceiling for half an hour and with great struggle; dozed off to sleep.

Everyone acted differently, am I too oblivious to what surrounds me? I suddenly remembered the diary that I'd been keeping under my bed. I get up and look for it. There, I found it. Grandma gives this to me when I was young. She said that diary can be our best friend. You can write everything there, and if nobody listens to your rants. I'd rather write it down in a diary than share it with someone who can't even understand the words I tell.

3 Feb, Dear diary, Today's morning was beautiful. The rays of the morning sun kissed my face. I rubbed my eyes and stood at the window. I felt the cold breeze caressing my face. I had a feeling that today will be different. Today I will be happy. I promised myself that I will leave the past behind me and welcome my present with open arms so that I can have a beautiful tomorrow. I thought that maybe I could start my day with a cup of hot coffee. So I drove to a cafe. It was Sunday so the college was off. I thought that maybe after getting coffee I will go to the library. I love books.

and I'm still celebrating it alone like I did the previous year. Although , the weather looks good enough for my comfort today. But the wind has failed to take my pain away along with it.' He flipped through the many pages, and as he was about to close it up due to how much her words were piercing through his heart–The words in this diary were like a sharp edge of a dagger. As he was about to close it, his eyes fell on a particular date that gripped his attention. This date was a very special one to him , although he never showed that he really cared about it but it was. November 14, Strange Weather. ' It's strange, isn't it? I woke up with a groggy body today. What's more, it's raining and