Example Of Short Diary Novels & Stories

I wanted to see how much Sam could say. In the diary, it started from Aug 5th 2022, which was just a month ago, whereas in my diary, I started from Jan 1st, 2018, which was five years ago.. Oh well “Dear diary, this is a new day, and I would like to thank the Lord for giving me another chance to correct my mistakes in life. The summer is going great and I am so happy for the mum I have. I love the fact that she is trying out new recipes, but I do not want to tell her how much I love it because I feel that if I do, she might stop trying out more.

I'm crying now, I don't want to face him anymore. Love, Vienna Who is the guy I refer to on every page of this diary? Who is the bug I'm calling? Is he my friend's nickname before? July 16, 201* Dear Diary; It's been a few weeks since I haven't written to you and told you about what happened in my day. Because there was a problem here at home and I just feel sad every time I think about it. Do you need to know more? Do I need to tell you more?

try to make our relationship successful. I went back to my room, as today was Sunday and had no classes.. I leant on the table, beside my bed and started writing my diary. Diary is the only friend I have right now..other than Samar.. Diary was with me..when I felt alone..disheartened..and she was with me in every step of my life..every second of my life. ____________________________________ Dear diary Today I made breakfast for him but he didn't eat. I was quite disheartened but it's okay. I will give a try to our relationship. He needs time..I will give him…

Wondering how I was supposed to move forward when the past kept pulling me backward. The diary felt heavy in my hands. Heavier than it should have been for something so small. I opened it again, flipping to a random page, and saw my own words staring back at me. *Today Leo told me he loves me and I think my heart might explode from happiness. I never knew it was possible to feel this much for another person. I never knew that someone could look at me the way he looks at me and make me feel like I am the most important thing in the world. I am so lucky. So impossibly, incredibly lucky.*

Dear Diary, I'm so sorry I didn't have time to write yesterday but trust me the wait was worth it. I didn't even get back to my dorm room until 4am and at that point I was in no state to write an entry. Honestly I still don't know exactly how to even begin to explain the rollercoaster that was the past two days. I mean last time I wrote everything was so much simpler than it is now. I mean I literally feel like a different person right now after kissing three different girls and yet I feel more scared than ever to come out. I'm sorry I'm getting a head of myself, let's start with yesterday before I spoil the whole story.

After hesitating for a while, he flipped open the diary to take a peek. It was a typical diary with many scribbles and writings. Gently flipping through the pages, he read the first few lines on the first page of the diary. 12-10-2020 So the doctor asked me to try to keep a journal and write down my personal feelings. Don’t know how that’s going to help but here goes nothing. Getting confused, Alex flipped through the pages, skimming through similar scribbles of how his day went and how his life was going in general. One thing was constant through the pages and it was how he kept on mentioning Alex.

Ben-Thanks for going out with me I really enjoyed today She smiled and replied Riss-Me too She dropped her phone and opened her drawer and brought out her diary . She wrote on it ; Happiest day of my life And started writing the day’s activities on her diary . {Later in the night ...} Ben sat on his bed ,opened his g****e and searched for “HOW TO LEARN SIGN LANGUAGE “

I opened it, flipped through the pages, and saw the handwriting of a child. Finding a comfortable spot at a nearby table, I opened the first page of the diary. Dear Diary, Today is my first day writing to you and I'm so excited! I've always wanted to have a diary, just like my dad. He has one too, but he doesn't let me read it. I think he thinks I'm too young. But I'm almost ten years old now, so I think I can handle it. I wish my dad liked me more. He's always so busy with pack business and he never has time for me. When he does come home, he's always tired and grumpy.

It feels wrong to invade her privacy, but a longing to understand her more fully overcomes me. The diary opens to a page when she was just eight years old. Her words paint a picture of a lonely, struggling child, missing her parents, and longing for a simple meal. I read about her sadness on birthdays when other children celebrated with their families, while she hoped for a piece of cake or a shared chocolate.

Flashback Continues Daisy’s P.O.V. I wake up early in the morning. Today is Sunday. No office, no work. I love Sundays. After taking a quick shower, I come to the balcony to get some fresh air and share my thoughts with my diary. The cool morning breeze brushes against my skin as I sit on the lounger, the diary open in front of me. It’s my habit to pour out my thoughts and feelings onto its pages, a way to deal with my messed-up thoughts.