Example Of Short Diary Novels & Stories

I ate them even though I wasn’t that hungry. Later that night, I opened my diary. Tried to write to Mom. Like I used to when I was little. But the words wouldn’t come. My hand hovered over the page like it forgot how to work. “What’s the point?” I whispered. “She’s not even here to read it.” Still, I left the page open. Just in case. After a while, I wrote: “I miss you so much.” Then suddenly the words came flooding. I wrote everything—my day, the pancakes, the weird café moment. Everything. And when I finished, I felt lighter. Like something heavy slipped off my chest.

"Sarah found this in Scarlett's den. It's from her last year." Mother's hands trembled as she opened my diary. "Year 5, Day 1: Another year in this cave. The black magic burns worse every day. I miss home. I miss Mom." "Day 15: Saw Father and Vivian at training today. He was teaching her alpha moves. He used to teach me those, once." "Day 45: Found half a loaf behind the market. Lucky day. The pain isn't so bad when I'm not hungry."

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.

The anonymous writer had captured them, page by page. Her fingers trembled with curiosity. She turned the page. …. Diary Entry – Page One “Episode 1 – Her First Time with a Stranger” The cool night air kissed her skin as she stood outside the bar, her breath visible in the dim glow of the streetlamp. She watched him from a distance, his tall frame silhouetted against the flickering neon sign. He was older, his features sharp and weathered, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips as he lit it with a flick of his wrist.

She would eat up my chocolate biscuits and cleverly buy lesser quality biscuits from the street to replace it. This she did severally, but I did not complain until the day I was careless with my lunch box while eating, and my lunch box slipped out of my hands and my lunch poured on the floor. I cried like the baby that I was. The chocolate biscuits that would have sustained me had been eaten by my teacher, Miss Ego. It was so bad for her that day; she had no money to replace my biscuits which she had eaten. It was the magnitude of hunger that dealt with me that day that reminded me to report to my mother what had been transpiring.

I tried to open the diary but it has a number lock, I used her birthday and birth month but it didn't opened, I used her year of birth it also didn't worked I used her friends birthdays and everything nothing worked, for a trial I thought of checking my birthday, I know she won't use mine but I did just for kind of satisfaction but strangely it worked, so her password is my birthday but why she used my birthday instead of all the people she loved I opened the diary, all the things are about her fun doing with her friends, she wrote about our meeting in elevator and about her first kiss too wahhh she called me cute, then why she never said that infront of me, girls are way mysterious this is

Humphrey then suggested her to write it down and gave her this diary. She has been writing everything she has been feeling in this diary…related to... everything that happened that day. She has written about her nightmares… her version of truth of that day…her worries for her uncle and the Grisham’s…. about how grateful was she to the people here….how she was doubtful if she would live or not…about how she missed her mother whom she never met…everything. Everything….except one thing….

Dear Diary/Notebook, How've you been? Exactly 1 month, 2 weeks and 3 days have passed since mate has spoken to me. It has been unbearable. Everytime we saw one another, I hoped that he would at least speak to me. Whenever I saw him, his expression keeps getting worse. He had dark circles under his eyes, pale face and dry lips. It pained me to see him like this. But what could I do about it? I so badly want to tell him everything. But one sentence could lead him one step closer to the enemy. There's just so little I could do for him. But still, I hope this 'fued' would end soon. Because I don't know how much longer I could endure. But anyway, thanks for listening to me. Goodnight.

Hence, reading her diary feels like she's only waiting for me at home. January 16, 2016 Hello, diary. Thank you for hearing me out. This is just a normal day for me. Nothing special. I was with my daughter Rebecca. She told me that she wanted to eat some vanilla ice cream. That's why I accompanied her to one of our favorite cafes...

" Mysterious Man Diary Day ? I don't know the date but I remember it was the time I feel hard for you so, if you ever started reading my old diary, please don't be disgusted with me@~)~~~~ Broke the newly bought pen again.