Example Of Short Diary Novels & Stories

Live, Laugh, Love. The entry is one of the shortest I’ve ever written. Most of my entries fill up to two pages or more. I haven’t written in my newest journal since the night my SUV went into the lake. I’ve got some catching up to do. Goodness. Layken sits next to me on the floor, pulling me into a side hug, smiling. “What do you have there, babe?”

Oops, I'm ashamed of what happens when I grow up I remember the moment of this incident. Towards sunset they said goodbye to me. Yes, an exciting and funny day for sure. I don't forget to write my story today in my favorite diary, the diary of Miftah, of course. And now there is a Miftah flower which will be beautifully planted in my flower pot later. Is it possible that my relationship has been going on for a long time with Miftah, pessimistic, her name is dating Junior High School, if you get bored you will definitely find a new boyfriend or girlfriend again.

July 2nd, 1943- First Diary Entry. I hate writing and I don't know why granny gave me a diary for my birthday I mean it's a book, I can't even eat it and it's not even cute. Anyway, granny said I would know what to write about when it was time but I think the crazy is getting to her.

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.

Where can I find that? I took a diary and read what was written in it. I just wanted to know and for sure that the diary I'm holding now was mine. June 6, 201* Dear Diary; Today is our first day of school and I'm excited to meet and see Bug's male friend. He told me that he was kind and handsome. What does he look like? But I hope he will be my friend too. Love, Vienna June 7, 201* Dear Diary;

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…

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.

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.

Dear Diary, Hi. It's Gabriella. This is the first time I've kept a diary so excuse me if this turns out awkward. I decided to write because something weird happened to me last week - until now actually - and I badly needed someone to confide in since I don't have any friends.